I was moved by the sixth grade composition.

In daily study, work and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Composition is the transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed, concise language that they can understand to a developed, standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. Do you know how to write a good composition? The following are the sixth-grade compositions I collected that moved me. Welcome to share.

Touched me, the touch of the sixth grade composition 1 often comes from being remembered, a greeting when the weather turns cold, a comfort when you are sad, a blessing on a sleepless night, and a help when you are in trouble. No matter when, maybe it's just a small moment.

One sunny afternoon, I was waiting for the bus to go home at the bus stop. After a few minutes, the bus came and people rushed to the bus. I was squeezed in the middle and almost hit by someone. Fortunately, I am quick-witted. After putting in the money, I quickly found a seat and sat down safely. When the bus was about to leave, an old man on crutches followed and got on the bus slowly. He grabbed the handrails on both sides of the door and put the money into the slot with difficulty. The old man was silver-haired and skinny, and the bones on his arms were clearly visible, just like skin and bones. I was just about to give my seat to the old man when I heard the driver's uncle say to the children sitting in the love seat: please give your seat to the old man, little friend. "The child not only refused to give up his seat, but also tilted his head to one side, pulled his mouth up, crossed his legs and said unconvinced," Why should I give him my seat? "

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help burning with anger and thinking: This child is really rude. Seeing that grandpa won't give up his seat, how can he live up to the red scarf on his chest? At this time, the aunt sitting behind the child stood up and hurried forward to help grandpa, saying, "Grandpa, the child is not sensible, so let's ignore him." Come and sit in my place. " The old man slowly sat on the stool and said with a smile, "Thank you very much. After such a long walk, old bones can finally have a rest. You are really an amazing person. " Aunt smiled shyly, and everyone in the car applauded.

At that moment, we were deeply moved by my aunt's kind words and kind smile and her spirit of respecting the old and loving the young.

I was moved by many things that happened in my life. Perhaps a warm word, a loving action and an encouraging look will make people moved.

I remember when I was two years old, I got adenogranuloma in my eyes. That time, I had a minor operation, and the doctor also said, "Be sure to remember to apply hot compress for 20 minutes after you go home." So when I sleep every night, I always feel warm around my eyes.

One day, I don't know what happened. I woke up in my sleep and slowly struggled to open my eyes. When I was young, I only saw a figure sitting next to me, and I dozed off from time to time. I opened my sleepy eyes and looked intently. It turned out to be grandma. I saw her rubbing her eyes from time to time. When I woke up, I showed her kind smile, patted her gently and said softly, "Go to sleep, go to sleep."

Later, I heard from my mother that grandma would cook a pot of hot water in the kitchen every night, put some clean towels in the hot water, and carefully put the towels on my eyes, keeping the temperature just right every time so as not to make me feel uncomfortable. Once I found that my strong grandmother, who didn't cry very much, quietly wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes when she applied a towel to me. I know, although the disease grows on me, it hurts in grandma's heart, because I am grandma's baby grandson. No matter how tired or tired my grandmother is at night, she will carefully apply a towel to me. When I feel cold, grandma will change me into a warm towel in time. Thought of here, I can't help crying, my heart is full of love.

I have grown up, but grandma's love has always been by my side and touched me.

I was moved by the sixth grade composition 3. In life, we will encounter all kinds of things, among which the sixth grade one will never be forgotten by me.

I remember the winter in the sixth grade. One day, it rained heavily. I walked home with an umbrella. I accidentally fell into the mud and got dirty. I want to wash it when I get home, because I'm afraid my mother will blame me, but it must be very cold in such cold Tianshui, so I quietly put my umbrella in the corner behind the door while my mother was not looking.

In the evening, I was reading in my room when I suddenly heard the sound of "brushing", which was so clear and rhythmic. I walked around looking for sounds and saw my mother standing beside the faucet in the yard, struggling to brush and rub an umbrella covered with mud. I feel guilty watching my mother's every move. My mother is not scrubbing the stains on my umbrella, but scrubbing the stains on me that I don't like working!

It's so cold that I tremble. Suddenly, the brush in my mother's hand fell off. At this moment, I saw my mother's hand shaking with cold, so I ran to hold her hand. Her fingers were swollen and swollen, so I held my mother's hand tightly with both hands. Ah! I just found that the back of my mother's hand is big, swollen and wet, and her hands are tighter. I said, "Mom, I'll brush it for you. You go to rest!" " "Mom smiled and said softly," go and do your homework. The exam is coming soon. Review carefully and pay attention to it next time you open an umbrella. "After listening to my mother's words, tears welled up in my eyes. Suddenly, my eyes blurred. " Mom ... "I snuggled up in my mother's arms and began to cry. When I finished my homework and went to bed, I seemed to see the sound and shadow of my mother brushing my umbrella again.

Only mothers are good in the world, and children with mothers are like babies. This tells us that every mother has a selfless love for her children. I love your mother!

I was moved by many things around me that moved me. What impressed me the most was the school where I was a tutor.

It was Saturday afternoon and I came to the classroom. As soon as the class begins, the teacher will recite the homework assigned in the last class-recite the text of lesson 65438 +02 1. I thought to myself: no, I haven't memorized this text yet! If I am drawn, I won't be able to recite it, but the teacher said I should recite it fluently, or I won't pass the exam. I hope you don't draw me, don't draw me! "Jin Qiannan, come back." The teacher's crisp voice rang. Hearing this sentence, my hanging heart was put down again, and I was glad that I was not chosen to carry it. Just when I was secretly glad, the teacher said another sentence, which made me feel so sad. She said, "OK, Jin Qiannan, you can recite it here, Xu Jiamin, and you can recite it at the next one." I recited the following contents in one breath, during which I found that the teacher frowned several times, as if he was dissatisfied with me, denied me and disappointed me. When I finished reciting, the teacher said something I had expected. Her tone was mixed with some dissatisfaction. She said to me, "Did you recite it when you went back?" Not skilled at all! Stay after class and go back when you are fluent. You got it? "I see. "I said weakly." Next, let's begin our class. "

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At the end of our long class, I was called to an empty classroom by the teacher and asked me to recite here. I went to the next class again. Just when I was about to despair, I found a figure shaking at the door. I looked at it carefully. Ah! It's Sun Qingqing! "Why are you here?" I asked doubtfully. She smiled and replied, "I'll teach you how to recite it, or when will you go back?" "Then I thank you first." I said gratefully. "You're welcome, we are good friends!"

With the help of Sun Qingqing, I recited the text quickly. When she helped me, my heart was sour and tears seemed to be spinning in my eyes. I know it's the tears that moved me, and the sincere friendship that touched my friends.

I was moved by a sentence in the sixth grade composition 5: "People are moved because they live in love." Love is everywhere in life, and touching is everywhere. There is such a story that touched me-

There was a boy who lived alone with his only relative and sister because his parents died young. However, disaster befalls these two unfortunate children again. My sister is very ill and needs blood transfusion. But the blood in the hospital is too expensive, and the boy has no money to pay any fees. Although the hospital exempted the operation fee, his sister would still die without blood transfusion.

As the only relative of my sister, the boy's blood type is the same as my sister's. Ask the boy if he is brave and has the courage to bear the pain when drawing blood. The boy began to hesitate. 1 1 year-old brain finally nodded after some thinking.

When drawing blood, the boy quietly didn't make a sound, just smiled at his sister in the next bed. After drawing blood, the boy asked in a trembling voice, "Doctor, how long can I live?"

The doctor wanted to laugh at the boy's ignorance, but he was shocked: in the brain of a boy aged1/kloc-0, he thought that blood transfusion would kill him, but he was still willing to donate blood to his sister. At that moment, the boy decided to be brave all his life and make up his mind to die.

The doctor's palms are sweating. He held the boy's hand tightly and said, "don't worry, you won't die." Blood transfusion will not lose life. "

The boy's eyes lit up: "Really? Then how many years can I live? "

The doctor smiled and said lovingly, "You can live to be 1 10 years old. Young man, you are very healthy!" "The boy jumped and jumped for joy. After confirming that he was really okay, he rolled up his arm again-the arm that had just been bleeding, raised his head and solemnly said to the doctor, "Then give half my blood to my sister, and each of us will live for xx years! "

It is because of this boy's courage, his kindness and innocence that I am moved. This is not a child's unintentional promise, but the most precious love in the world.

I have been touched by many people, whether in wartime or in peacetime. Although some of them don't even know their own names, their images remain in people's minds. This reminds me of one thing.

It was last summer, and I went home for dinner after school. At this time, my mother called me and asked me to go to my grandmother's house at night. I left in a hurry after eating.

When I got to school, I felt in my pocket. My pocket is empty and there is no money. I borrow money from others. Some people have no money, and some people don't lend it to me. School is almost over. What should I do? I'm in a hurry and I'm at a loss. I walked on the road and thought: Do you want to go home and get the money? Nobody at home! Find someone to borrow it. Who will lend it to me in the street? But there is no other way, so we have to borrow from others, and we dare not borrow while walking around others. I finally found menstruation, but she said, "I'm sorry! Son, I bought clothes today and spent a lot of money. I can't lend you any money. " I found another uncle. He said, "Where is the child? Go, go and get out of the way! " At this time, a weak figure came from a distance and walked slowly in the breeze. It turned out to be an old woman picking up garbage. I quickly dodged, covered my nose and mouth, and whispered, "It stinks. Go! " When she came over, I saw that her clothes were black and red, and they were really dirty. There is a strange smell and flies flying around, which can smoke people to death. I thought to myself: if you want to go, go quickly! Walk slowly there. Speed and the tortoise are dead, really! But she seemed to see my heart and came up to me and asked me what was going on. I told you from beginning to end. She took a dollar out of her pocket and handed it to me without hesitation. I suddenly feel that the money is 1000. When I looked up and told her I wanted to pay back the money. She said generously, "Don't pay it back." I dried my tears and looked at her weak back. I regret my behavior at that time. Nobody answered me except you. I rushed to the station with the money.

Although time has passed, it should still be in my mind.

I was moved by today's weather. In the morning, I wore a beautiful new shirt and went shopping with my sister. I was very happy. But something unexpected happened.

My sister and I got on the bus and took a good seat next to the car door. I looked at the people in the car proudly, expecting that everyone's eyes would be attracted by my new shirt. Unexpectedly, people's eyes were fixed on the outside of the car, so I had to slowly withdraw my sight. Just then, a hand about to reach into someone else's pocket caught the attention of me and a child next to me. At the same time, a bright dagger came into our eyes through the dense crowd. I can't help but calm down, anxious and scared. The child next to me shouted, "Ah, grab ..." Hearing the shouts, the gangster suddenly turned his head and stared at the child next to me with horrible eyes, as if to say, "If you shout again, I will stab you to death!" Scared the child next to him to swallow back what he had to say. The people in the car heard the voice of the child next to me.

After a while, the car quieted down and the gangster began to steal with dirty hands. The child next to him simply shouted out the words "catch a thief" and pointed at him. The gangster had a guilty conscience and immediately raised his dagger and threatened people: "Don't move! If anyone dares to move, the air seems to have solidified. Suddenly, "Drop your weapon!" A scream broke the silence. My uncle, who thought his mother was strong, stood up and rushed at the gangster. At this time, people who were shocked by my uncle's brave behavior were not silent. They flocked to me. I resolutely joined the ranks of justice and fought against the gangsters, who were finally caught. The people in the car talked excitedly about what had just happened and kept praising the children and brave uncle next to me. The child next to him bowed his head shyly. Only then did I notice that my new shirt was too dirty.

How touching the spirit of the child and the brave uncle is. They risked their lives to catch the thief. How brave they are. We should give up their spirit of being others.

I was touched by many small things in our lives, some were sad, some were happy, some were unforgettable, some were touching ... They were like countless stars in the sky, but what impressed me the most was that time.

One winter morning, there were white spirits floating in the sky, and the air was particularly dry. In this weather, a traffic accident happened at the corner of Qingnian Street. There were a lot of onlookers, and the scene was in chaos, but it took a long time for three traffic policemen to arrive. These traffic policemen are really unprofessional! The car owners quarreled and they didn't come to mediate in time. Forget it, just a few people! I sighed lightly and whispered, "It's really irresponsible!"

Later, my father took me to Taolingou to see the lights. Near the destination, I found a lot of traffic police gathered here. What happened? The next thing I know, the traffic police responsible for traffic accidents there have been transferred here, because the traffic lights here are broken, drivers don't obey the traffic rules at all, many cars are on the rampage, and traffic accidents have almost happened at intersections and T-junctions in several places, which is extremely dangerous!

I saw that these traffic police uncles quickly dispersed and ran to a crossroads and started their work. They are well-trained at first sight, because the traffic controllers are particularly clean and tidy. Slowly, slowly, the traffic became smooth and there was no traffic jam at all. I admire these people from the bottom of my heart

After watching the lights, we went back to the car. At this time, it suddenly snowed harder, the wind was stronger and the weather was more ruthless. However, the traffic police uncle still stood in the snow. At that moment, I suddenly felt that they were great, and a warm current came to my mind.

I am deeply moved by this incident, and I will never forget it.

I was moved by the sixth grade composition 9. There are many things worth remembering in my daily life. Some surprises me, some anger me, some shame me, some things I can't understand ... but the most unforgettable thing is that my mother generously gave me 100 yuan in that "giving love" activity.

One morning in the fourth grade, the teacher told the students regretfully, "Liu Tongxue's father died, so there are four of us." . The big family of Class Six is missing a member, and their small family has a little brother who is less than one year old. I hope everyone will lend a helping hand and do their part. "After listening to the teacher's words, the students all talked about it and felt very sad. They don't know how to comfort their classmates.

When I got home from school, I finished my homework quickly. I wanted to tell my mother that our class is going to give love today and ask her to give me 50 yuan, but my mother is usually a very diligent person. If I want to buy a book, my mother will let me read the last book before buying a second one, so I'm afraid my mother won't give it to me, and I'm even more afraid that she won't let me show my love. I thought of my piggy bank and emptied all the change in it. It's all one yuan from 5 yuan, 2 yuan. I was counting money when my mother came in and said angrily, "Why don't you go to dinner and count money?" I ignored my mother and kept counting. My mother thought I was going to take money to buy snacks at school tomorrow, so she kept saying that things in the canteen outside the school could not be bought, and I would bring you bread when I came to pick you up. I am very sad because my good friend lost his father. My mother thought I was going out to buy something to eat, which made me very impatient. As soon as she opened her mouth, she revealed, "I'm not going shopping. My classmate lost his father, so we should give our love. " After listening to my mother, I froze. It took me a long time to ask how much I wanted to donate. I'm afraid my mother won't let me donate more. Just say that he is my good friend and I will donate 50 yuan. As a result, my mother took out a 100 from her pocket and said to me, "Since you are a good friend, donate 100."

Looking at the money in my hand, I really don't like my mother who is reluctant to buy things at ordinary times. I can't help but give my mother a thumbs-up. Like my mother, I want to cultivate the good qualities of thrift and caring for others.

The sixth grade composition 10 moved me. There are many old feelings around us, which are gone with the passage of time. They are like passing clouds, disappearing into the long river of time. However, no matter how long it takes, it can't erase a sincere emotion-affection.

Affection is the mother's haggard back.

The moon was shrouded and the wind rustled everything, so I hid in bed early. A few minutes later, quietly, quietly, a beam of light "crawled" into my room, so quiet and so warm. I narrowed my eyes, but I saw my mother crawling in. Then, she carefully checked the clothes, turned off the power, tidied up everything and turned to leave. At that moment, my heart was shocked by that haggard back.

Affection is dad's patient guidance.

Alas, the teacher assigned many difficult problems as homework. I looked sad, so I quickly invited the "savior"-Dad. He walked into my room without hesitation, took out the draft paper and sorted out his thoughts. Later, he squared up and began to talk patiently. Because the meaning of the question is difficult to understand, it is often difficult to understand. At this time, my father will continue to work hard and tirelessly guide me until I understand.

Affection means that grandma delivers delicious food on time.

"Dinner-"A loud voice rang all over the room, and grandma cooked again. Every time I taste the dishes cooked by my grandmother's chef, a refreshing fragrance will come to my face. In order to get into the delicious food early, I immediately rushed to the table, started chopsticks and tasted delicious food.

Affection is grandpa's rain or shine to send me to school.

It was cloudy and it rained cats and dogs in the blink of an eye. I immediately lost my mind: oh, no! I ran home by myself this time! I walked out of the campus in fear and trembling, and I saw the familiar figure at first sight. He still stood there on time, rain or shine.

Affectionate, by our side. They are sincere and unforgettable, which makes us feel excited and moved forever.

My old cat gave birth to three kittens. The old cat is eager to protect his son from anyone or other animals. Once someone comes near, the old cat will hide the kitten.

After its careful feeding, the kitten looks round and often plays with the old cat in the open space.

There was a cat-dog fight today. The old cat's love and brave struggle for his son moved me to tears.

Three kittens followed the old cat for a walk in the open space. Walking while playing, a wild dog jumped out. Cats and dogs are not allowed. Wild dogs are barking at their paws, as if to say, I will kill you if you break into my territory! Not to be outdone, the old cat purred at the wild dog with its tail upright, as if to say, I won't let you hurt my child. Then the old cat told the children to go. However, the kittens seem to be frightened by the ferocity of wild dogs and walk slowly. The old cat picked up the kitten and retreated, but the wild dog still refused to let go and approached step by step. At the door, the old cat tossed her head and threw the kitten into the house. Then she pushed hard and jumped to the door, meowing. I heard the old cat barking and hid in the corner to watch the cat-dog fight. The old cat's hair stood on end, and its tail stood upright like a stick. The meowing old cat pounced on it. Sharp claws fell on the wild dog's face, and several blood stains were caught on his face. This unexpected attack made wild dogs go on the rampage. The wild dog opened his mouth to bite the old cat. The old cat hid and couldn't bite the old cat, but the dog's body was raw and the wild dog was exhausted. With the intervention of the old cat, he retreated step by step, and the wild dog turned around and left despondently. Old cats call kittens, and relatives lick this and that, which is very affectionate. It seems to say: children are not afraid, there is a mother!

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help crying, thinking: What makes the old cat so brave? Not afraid of wild dogs twice his age? Oh! This is maternal love! It is this love that makes the old cat brave! This reminds me of my mother, who protects us everywhere in our lives. Seeing this scene, I suddenly understood how great love is!

Touching the sixth grade composition 12 Every time I think of my aunt's help, I will be grateful.

One cold winter morning, I went to an extracurricular class. I was walking alone in the street, huddled up in a thick down jacket, and I couldn't help shivering when the cold wind blew. I thought to myself: if someone sends me to school, I can study early …

At this moment, an aunt riding a bicycle passed by me and just grazed me. Aunt turned to apologize to me. At this time, she saw a book with the words "Jerry pie" in my hand and smiled and said to me, "Are you going to Jerry pie?" I hesitated and answered, "Yes, why?" Aunt said, "It's too cold. Let me take you there. Anyway, I am on the road and riding fast. " I hesitated and didn't move. Aunt seemed to see through my mind and turned to me and said, "get on the bus!" You can prepare early for school in the morning. " My aunt's sincere words touched me and I got on the bus at once. Seeing that I was seated, my aunt hurried to school by car. My aunt stepped on the pedal against the wind and rode forward with her hands holding the handle, reminding me to sit still from time to time. I think: Aunt is very kind. I must thank her later. At this time, a cold wind blew, not as cold as before, but as warm as spring breeze.

Soon, the school arrived. I got off the bike, took out ten dollars from my pocket and handed it to my aunt. Unexpectedly, menstruation waved and said, "What do you mean? Do you think I sent you here for money? Go to class! " With that, he got on the bus and left quickly.

I stood in the street, looking at my aunt's back, with mixed feelings, and a warm current slowly flowed into my heart.

There are true feelings everywhere in the world, which always warm people's hearts, and the love of strangers always touches everyone.

I was moved by the sixth grade composition 13. In my childhood growing experience, I forgot some things, but I didn't forget one thing.

When I was in the fifth grade of primary school, I went to teacher Chen's house in Xincun for training. The students here regretted and humiliated me every day. He also called me a "fool" and sometimes laughed at me. I can't take it anymore. By the time I am in the fifth grade next semester, my grades have not improved. From then on, my mother won't let me go to Teacher Chen's house.

I later transferred to the music education training class, where every classmate and teacher was very kind to me. Every classmate and teacher here is my own brother and sister. Chat with me when I am sad. Please help me when I am in trouble.

Once, I forgot to bring my English book. Wuyue's classmates saw that I forgot to bring my English book. He said to me, "Ding Xingyu, I will lend you my English book." Suddenly, a hot air came out of my heart. This sentence melted my lonely heart. Since then, I have made up my mind to help my friends and classmates who are in trouble.

Later, my academic performance improved, thanks to the teachers and classmates who helped me here.

But once, my academic performance dropped. I came to Mr. Xu's house sadly, and I told Mr. Du about it. Teacher Du and Cai Kexin said to me, "Don't be afraid, as long as you work hard, your academic performance will improve."

After listening to Mr. Du and Mr. Cai Kexin's classes, I felt confident and courageous, and listened carefully. I met a problem I didn't understand in class, so I asked the teacher for advice after class.

Here I have some heartfelt words to say to you: "All the teachers and students who enjoy education, thank you for your helping hand. You are like a lamp in my dark, guiding me to the road of learning.

So ... I keep this matter in mind.

One winter morning, the alarm clock "000-3354" woke me up. I rubbed my eyes and got out of bed. Open the curtains. Wow, there is fog outside the window and light snow in the rain. How beautiful! I came to the kitchen and didn't see grandma. I went to grandma's bedroom, but I didn't see grandma. I shouted: "Grandma-!" No one answered. I need to make a phone call.

Just then, the door suddenly opened. I thought: Grandma must have come back. I walked to the door and saw grandma. A cold wind blew in. I had a cold war. It's too cold outside. "Grandma, why did you go out so early?" I asked. Grandma didn't speak. Seeing grandma's head full of rain, I suddenly realized that grandma braved the rain and snow and walked from home to the vegetable market to buy food at the vegetable market. Grandma didn't speak, probably tired, afraid that I love her.

I looked at my grandmother, my nose was sour, but the dishes my grandmother was carrying were eggs, ribs, tomatoes, chicken, Shandong white and so on, all of which were my favorite dishes! Grandma always cares about me and loves me very much. I feel tears in my eyes. I quickly ran forward and said, "Grandma, let me help you!" " "But grandma has taken a big step and put the food in the kitchen.

Although grandma wears a scarf, her face is still blue with cold; Although she is wearing a hat, her ears are still red with cold. When she took off her gloves, I saw her chapped hands at a glance, those vicissitudes of life. These hands washed my diapers, knitted my sweater and tied my shoelaces. I couldn't bear it any longer, tears filled my eyes. Grandma asked me anxiously and gently, "What's the matter with you, son?" Don't cry. What's the matter? Grandma will help you. "I cried and said," Grandma, why are you so stupid? It's too cold, don't buy food and cook for us! Let mom and dad do it! " Grandma stroked my head and said affectionately, "Don't be silly, son. I will be fine. " Words are full of love.

Grandma cooks for me and goes out to buy me snacks. Rain and snow fell on grandma. What a beautiful rain scene, even more beautiful is grandma in the rain!

There are so many touching facts in real life that I am moved. But I am not moved by fame, beauty, gold and silver wealth ... only the little truth contained in my mother's sweater can touch my heart.

I still remember that it was a winter night, and I sat in front of a desk lamp and studied hard. The biting cold wind outside the window stabbed my cold hand like a blade, and the stacked papers made me dizzy. It's midnight 10. I'm almost tortured to death, and I have to endure countless rumors. Only my mother accompanied me quietly. I couldn't understand my mother's true feelings and secretly cursed her. Another cold wind hit me and I couldn't help sneezing. Mother saw this scene, gently picked up a pinch of wool and a needle, doing something silently.

The wind outside the window is blowing harder, and my hand has been vaguely frostbitten, which is very painful. I hate my mother even more, thinking that my mother's company is just pretending to sleep. I turned around inadvertently, and I was shocked. My mother is knitting me a sweater! She took the needle in her left hand and the sweater in her right hand, knitting it for me bit by bit. She is so earnest and careful. She weaves silently, the wool passing through the pinhole is her concern, and the needle is her silent action for love. For a moment, she seemed so sleepy that she couldn't even get the needle and thread in. She tried hard once, twice ... sweat dripped on the sweater, and a wisp of white hair floated on the sweater. There is a warm current in my heart from time to time. I was moved, I was shocked, because silent maternal love is so great. My mother loves me, she is willing to stay with me forever, she is willing to knit a sweater for me to keep warm in the cold ... and how can I understand her deep use? Yes, my company, encouragement and maternal love are all devoted to this ordinary and warm sweater. My tears are like a broken pearl. I am so touched, moved by this sweater. The cold room is no longer cold, it is surrounded by maternal love, full of warmth and happiness. ...

People often say that maternal love is like water. I will always remember this sweater, always moved by her, always moved by maternal love. ...