Touching stories _ Selected classic touching stories

Everyone has his own life, but not everyone knows the meaning of life. Only those who know how to touch life can find stories that can touch the heart. The following is a touching story I compiled for you. I hope you like it.

Touching story 1: Girl Recruits Dad In a big city, every Saturday and Sunday, parents who are worried about their older children flock to a park in the center of the city and become a well-known marriage agency. With the increase of people's flow, it began to taste a little bad. Isn't this, besides the person looking for the object, are vendors there? Squeeze? Into this big disc, even the vendors came to join in the fun.

On this day, I happened to pass by here and came to this park with curiosity to join in the fun. The big disc in the middle of the park and several roads around it are crowded with people. Parents who help their children on blind dates account for the vast majority, but some find their own wives. According to rough statistics, there are nearly a thousand people. Perhaps it is precisely because of the huge fixed crowd here every weekend that many vendors are also looking for business opportunities here.

Through the crowd, I came to a narrow corner and stopped involuntarily. Originally, I saw a group of people around a little girl, gossiping. I pushed past and saw the little girl holding an advertising board in her arms, which deeply attracted people's attention. The advertisement is crooked: My name is MengMeng. I am seven years old. I haven't seen my father since I was four years old. Now, I want to recruit a good father. This father can have no money, but be good to my mother; This father can be ugly, but he must have love; This father may not say a good word, but he will buy a birthday cake for my mother. This father can not take me to the park to play, but he should often accompany my mother to go out in the sun, right? .

I have carefully studied this lost daughter, a little girl who is only 7 years old, with clear and bright eyes, delicate and small nose, rosy lips and silky hair. From time to time, she shook the billboard at the crowd, as if looking at everyone with a begging-like look. Seeing this, my nose hurts and my tears are coming out. A series of messy questions filled my dull brain in an instant. Facing this little girl, I seem to feel at a loss and uneasy. I want to say something to her, but I don't know what to say or do. But I subconsciously stopped. Looking at the sunset about to go west, I was still busy on my way and left this noisy park.

At night, I had a dream that I suddenly became a man, found the little girl and formed a happy family with her mother.

Story 2: Old Lady Picking up Garbage Today, I met an old lady picking up garbage in the community again. At the bus stop on the street, she still bent down, pulling her heavy shelf car, stopping from time to time to rummage through the trash can, looking for those recyclable garbage. Her short white hair fluttered in the wind, making her look even more vicissitudes and sad?

I haven't seen the old lady for several days, and I'm still wondering: will she be ill, or go to her daughter's house, or? But she finally appeared, still senile, and my heart was much calmer?

The old lady is about seventy years old, and she looks more like her eighties. She can't bend over, and her hair can't be whiter. She is the wife of a worker in the provincial military region and has lived in Qinghai all her life. She is not from Qinghai, but her face is very red. I don't know much about her because I don't like to pry into other people's secrets, and I don't even know her name, but I know she has been doing the same job? Pick up garbage. I don't know when she started to pick it up, but many people say that she has been picking it up. As an ordinary worker's family, she has a low education level and no formal job, but she still has to do housework and take care of children, so she must find something to do. It is difficult to do anything, and it is not difficult to pick up garbage. It doesn't need a high diploma or a clever mind. As long as you are not afraid of shame, as long as you are not afraid of hard work, as long as you are not afraid of dirt, you can do it completely. Even in the eyes of Zhuang people, this is the dirtiest and meanest job, no different from beggars. Therefore, although picking up garbage is very profitable, not many people are willing to do it. But she did it for decades. She bought a house with the money from collecting garbage. She used the money collected from garbage to send her daughter to college and finish her graduate studies. Now that she is old, she is still doing the work that enables her to make a living.

I have never seen a photo of the old lady, let alone what she looked like when she was young, but I think she must be radiant when she was young, because I have seen her daughter.

In the army, I am in charge of residential property management, and there will be some conflicts between property management and garbage collection. Not for anything else, just for safety and health. The old lady lives on multiple floors and has a basement. When she picked up garbage, she couldn't handle it that day, so she had to pile it in the basement. When the basement was full, she piled up in the hallway. She kept repeating the work, putting garbage in it every day, making the whole basement full of garbage and pungent smell everywhere. Residents have reflected over and over again, and the residential property has also advised over and over again, but she still goes her own way.

I can't let the residential property management get out of control just because I take care of her business, so I gave a ruthless order: let the cleaners throw out all the garbage and clean it up. The old lady must be extremely dissatisfied with what I did, but she belongs to that kind of honest person and didn't come out to argue, not even face to face. Maybe she found out and cried secretly at home with the door closed, or she might hide in some deserted corner and curse me loudly. But I didn't care too much. Everyone should safeguard their own interests and perform their duties. I must also safeguard my interests. Being heartless to her means being affectionate to most residents! But her daughter happened to go home, and when she heard about it, she quit and made a scene with the property management office, and her attitude was very tough. The property management office has no choice but to solve it in person.

In winter, the sunshine is mild and there is not much chill. In the yard of the community, I met her daughter, a very beautiful girl with foreign flavor and temperament. As soon as she met, she was very angry and asked me why I bullied her mother. I know she is a senior intellectual, and I don't want to quarrel with her. I just smiled and asked a few questions: Do you know how old your mother is? Do you know your mother's physical condition? Can you keep running around like this? Now that you have worked and are able to support your mother, why should you let the elderly suffer this crime? Since I love my mother, why should my mother, who has worked hard all her life, be laughed at and have no peace in her later years? Her daughter lost her original land, perhaps because she felt indefensible or because of her conscience. She said that in fact, she didn't want her mother to pick up garbage, and she advised her mother many times, but she just wouldn't listen. Maybe she has formed a habit and can't change it if she wants to. I am speechless, which is really an unquestionable reason. Like my thrifty old father, he still likes to walk in the street in shabby clothes, and he is not ashamed at all, even though you bought piles of new clothes.

I didn't quarrel with her daughter. I just asked her to persuade her mother not to pick up garbage from the perspective of protecting the elderly. But what will happen if the old lady really doesn't answer? Just like an alcoholic's heart itches when he smells alcohol, once an old man who is used to working has no work to do, he gives up his original job. Maybe he can only lie by the window and watch the fallen leaves outside the window all day, or he can only wander in the yard and spend the rest of his life in boredom. But will she turn around safely? Maybe my eyes are fixed on those beverage bottles, cartons and so on, and then my feet take off.

In fact, the old lady was really quiet for a few days after talking to her daughter. But soon I saw her curved figure again, and I saw her familiar shelf car. Helpless, I had to make a rule for the old lady: the garbage placed in the underground passage must be placed neatly, and the garbage with peculiar smell should not be stored, and it should be cleaned up in time. The old lady agreed, in addition to arranging people to check potential safety hazards irregularly to prevent fires, we will no longer do mandatory cleaning. The system is dead and people are alive. I don't look at the Buddha's face but show mercy. A poor old lady, I can't use power to smash her rice bowl, although she no longer needs this rice bowl to support her life. But I know that this is her spiritual bread and butter. Once forcibly broken, her spiritual world will collapse and her waist may bend lower.

So, the old lady finally got up the courage and continued to pick up garbage. Her garbage collection is not limited to Lanqing community, but also the garbage bins in other communities and outside streets are her goals. Every day at dawn, the old lady set off in a baggage car against the cold of the morning. Picking up garbage is also a good business now. There are not only garbage pickers outside, but also some family members from rural areas who are used to living a tight life, as well as cleaners who clean up, and occasionally do this business. But they will secretly rummage through the trash can and quickly put valuable things into the handbag, fearing that others will laugh at themselves and lose the face of their loved ones. Even my wife will only occasionally help the old lady clean up the garbage. More often, the old lady is the only one, trembling with a handcart, walking from trash can to trash can, from corner to corner, reaching out with calloused hands, picking up pieces of paper and beverage bottles, throwing them into fiber bags, putting them in cars, and leaving contentedly?

Only when there is love can there be care, and only when there is care can there be motivation. Life is always full of helplessness, and there are too many things to let go. Who didn't want to live for themselves, but in the end, because of too much love and too much concern, their lives were burdened. The same is true for the old lady, for her beloved home, for her lovely daughter, for her beloved grandson, and for? Everything has become her eternal concern and a dream in her dream. Maybe she doesn't need to work so hard anymore, but she always has a belief: to pay as much as possible for the people she loves! So are we?

Sitting by the window in the dead of night, I think that persistent old lady slept soundly! Because of love, she is very calm; Because of love, she is full; Because of love, she is also very tired?

Tomorrow, she will still bend over and pull the heavy luggage cart to one trash can after another, repeating her familiar movements. Just like my father who has worked hard all his life, he still wears his tattered clothes and walks into the fields with a shovel, even though it is winter.

2065438+0665438+1October 28th.