温暖(Warmth)

　　blooming flowers, which staged a number of warmth in the story; steady, the number of distant warmth followed the story. every day in this vibrant, how many people have you been quietly warmth? in my eyes, parents have given me everything i could lifetime compensation.

　　they are particularly concerned about the care and attention that is not supporting the exchange of money. i grew up in the warmth from a deep understanding of this point. as a result there is a memory i never forget : the summer vacation day, i was tidying up the room and mothers, as my negligence, did not sign seize the chair handles, so that their stumble down from the top of the cabinets, zhuojue chin collided with a marble. suddenly overflow out of the blood stains my clothes collar. shaken on hearing from the next room, the mother came to see me, and sharp have white faces.

　　she immediately realized what a lot of cotton from the drug in front of the drawers out, i stopped at the wounds and then sent me to the hospital immediately. then the father says that the meeting heard the news and immediately bound motorists speeding hospital. because my father is not around, an especially heavy burden on the mother, i know her better than i tense, pained. at that time, i thought i painted point syrup, a bandage on the report on the matter. be poems, the doctor says we have to use needle wound joints put together. because people were too large, more bloodshed, creating a bad influence. linking with a needle, to consider all terrorist, not to mention a personal experience. watching the needle wound nurses use the joints, the heart, i have transmitted through the air like also solidified the moment.

　　i hold doctors in principle north korea began linking the chin injuries when his mother's warm hands tightly grasping me. at this point, a stable, peaceful feeling well up in my mind, my heart has gradually relaxed the. i know that this is a mother's warm hands and i firmly linked. where there are closely linked with my father comforting words, i was very warm, very happy. once, i did not cry, because no living on the edge of life and death in this dangerous moment, i felt the warmth of their parents.

　　when the father rushed to the hospital, i have the wounds linking well, put on the gauze. see the father, i headlong into his embrace. perhaps just now found that the clinic lane, the atmosphere of fear, perhaps never experienced such a thing, i pity, in the arms of his father, a patient for a long time before i shed tears. father laughs at me, but with a loving hand rough blew my cheek : "silly child, do not cry. all passed, is not it? "yes, everything is gone, everything past, but for all the parents, i would like it not to the past, to keep it permanently. , as my father and smeared water daily, for gauze. summer, the weather, his father was afraid i wound infection, but also for my daily cleaning wounds and never delay time. as the father of hospice care, stitches removed, doctors said the wound healing, but can grow quite well.