A heart without true feelings is like a frozen river bed, and a heart that cannot be moved is a dry well. -inscription

Perhaps too busy, our eyes can't catch the sight that makes us palpitation; Maybe we are too tired to feel anything that shocks us. In the world, everyone is in a hurry, and for the sake of material and physical satisfaction, everyone is far away from the warm paradise that should belong to them. In fact, as long as you stop to have a rest, you will find that there is always a place where you can open a window for a long-suffering heart.

There is a kind of touch called nurturing grace. A girl returned to her long-lost home one night after leaving home for many years, but the door was unlocked. Worried about her mother's safety, she rushed into the bedroom, but her mother said, "This door has not been locked since you left home." At that moment, the girl burst into tears. An innocent boy came home from work and asked his father's hourly wage just to buy him an hour so that he could go home early for dinner. At that moment, as a father, he burst into tears. There is a kind of love called caring for each other. In the corner of the coach, an obscure man in rags aroused the curiosity of young people. On the way, a girl invited him for coffee. He told his story: He spent four years in new york, and now he is released home. In four years, he only wrote a letter to his wife to make her forget him. After he was released, he told her that if she still wanted him, she would hang a Huang Shoupa on the big oak tree in the town and he would get off and go home. The car pulled in slowly. Finally, the young man cheered. On the oak tree, hundreds of Huang Shoupa fluttered in the wind. So he got up, got off the bus and went home. There is a kind of friendship called lifting a finger. On the crowded bus, a boy carefully guarded a bunch of roses. The girl next to him saw his hardship and took the initiative to help him pick it up. Her kindness paid off-when she gave up her seat at the station, she got a rose full of blessings.

A short story full of affection and love, like delicious chicken soup, moistens the long-forgotten soul, gives us happiness, happiness, responsibility and courage, and also lets the moving tears cross our faces again and again.