What kind of photos touch your heart the most and make you burst into tears?

? When it comes to the most touching photo, the first thing that comes to my mind is the photo that my political teacher showed us in junior high school, called the big eyes for knowledge. It was taken by chance by a young photographer who went to Dabie Mountain to interview Project Hope. The little girl in the photo has to walk 30 miles of winding mountain roads and cross the big reservoir every day to get to the humble school, but she is never late. In recent years, when I mentioned those distressing photos, I would think of that little girl, with bright and focused eyes, melancholy and longing, as if to say "I want to study". That is a child's desire for learning, but many people have innate advantages and resources.

? Up to now, every time I see pictures of children in the mountains, my heart will be torn apart but there is nothing I can do. I can only donate my own books, hoping to be useful to them.

? The mother was worried about her child's trip to Wan Li Road. Most of the photos of mothers saying goodbye to their children are pictures of people's hearts. With gray hair and smiling face, she worked hard all her life just to send her children out of poor mountain villages, leaving only thoughts and loneliness, and only her children's achievements and happiness can comfort her. I once read an article in Reader, in which the author told the story of her mother's life around her children. She raised all the children by herself, but refused to go to the city to enjoy life. She stayed alone in the village where she lived all her life. She had no children and grandchildren, no laughter and no guests, but she smiled every day. She said that only in this way will she not become a burden to the children and make them feel guilty and worried.

? I went to school since I was a child and stayed in the city. In the past ten years, my mother has sent me away countless times. She once said that every time she sent me away, I would breathe a sigh of relief, and finally I didn't have to work hard. But I always miss her at home. What I saw was the way she cooked and washed clothes, and what I heard in my ear was what she repeated many times and wanted to share with me. Her eyes surround me and I can feel her heart. I can't stand the pain of separation and the helpless back.