溫暖

溫暖

花開(kāi)花落，有多少溫暖的故事在其中上演；細(xì)水長(zhǎng)流，有多少溫暖的故事隨之遙遠(yuǎn)。在這充滿活力的每一天，你又在被多少人所悄悄溫暖？

　　在我眼里，父母所給予我的一切，我是一生都無(wú)法補(bǔ)償?shù)摹Ｌ貏e是他們的關(guān)心、愛(ài)護(hù)以及重視，是不能用金錢(qián)支交換的。從小在溫暖中長(zhǎng)大的我深刻體會(huì)到這點(diǎn)。

　　記憶的門(mén)坎上有一次我刻骨銘心：暑假里的一天，我和母親在整理房間時(shí)，由于我的一時(shí)疏忽，手沒(méi)抓住椅子柄，使自己從高高的柜子上摔了下來(lái)，下巴撞到了桌角的大理石。頓時(shí)鮮血溢了出來(lái)，染紅了我衣服的領(lǐng)子。聞聲從隔壁房間跑來(lái)的母親見(jiàn)到我這樣，臉霎得白了?？伤⒖桃庾R(shí)到了什么，從藥柜里拿出大把棉花，堵住我的傷口，而后馬上送我去了醫(yī)院。這時(shí)父親正在寧波開(kāi)會(huì)，得知消息，趕快駕車飛馳開(kāi)往醫(yī)院。由于父親不在身邊，母親一人的負(fù)擔(dān)特重，我知道其實(shí)她比我更緊張、更心痛。

　　當(dāng)時(shí)，我還以為涂上點(diǎn)藥水、包扎一下就了事了。可誰(shuí)知，醫(yī)生卻說(shuō)必須要用針把傷口縫起來(lái)。因?yàn)榭谧犹罅?，流血多，?huì)造成不好的影響。用針縫，想想都很恐怖，不必說(shuō)親身體驗(yàn)了。看著護(hù)士拿來(lái)的縫傷口的針，我的心跳得疾速，空氣仿佛也在此刻凝固了。在醫(yī)生舉起針朝我受傷的下巴開(kāi)始縫的時(shí)候，母親溫暖的手緊緊抓住了我。此時(shí)，一股安定、平靜的感覺(jué)涌上心頭，我的心也慢慢舒暢了。我知道，在這里有母親溫馨的大手和我緊緊相牽，在那里有父親安慰的話語(yǔ)與我緊緊相連，我很溫暖，很幸福。那次，我沒(méi)有流淚，因?yàn)樵谶@談不上生死邊緣的危險(xiǎn)時(shí)刻，我感受到了父母給予的溫暖。

　　當(dāng)父親趕到醫(yī)院時(shí)，我的傷口早已縫好了，扎上了紗布。見(jiàn)到父親，我一頭扎進(jìn)了他的懷抱。或許現(xiàn)在才發(fā)覺(jué)到剛剛醫(yī)務(wù)室里的恐懼氣氛，或許從沒(méi)經(jīng)歷過(guò)這樣事情的我委屈了，在父親懷里，我才流下了忍了許久的眼淚。父親笑著看著我，粗糙卻又帶有溫情的手拂過(guò)我的臉頰：“傻孩子，不要哭了。一切都過(guò)去了，不是嗎？”是的，一切都過(guò)去了，一切都會(huì)過(guò)去，但對(duì)于父母所給的一切，我愿它不要過(guò)去，永遠(yuǎn)保存。

　　之后，父親每天為我涂藥水、換紗布。夏天，天氣熱，父親怕我傷口發(fā)炎，還為我每天清洗傷口，從不拖延一點(diǎn)時(shí)間。由于父親的細(xì)心護(hù)理，拆線時(shí)，醫(yī)生說(shuō)傷口愈合了，而且長(zhǎng)得很好。

　　溫暖，不必用美麗的詞藻去形容，無(wú)須用精妙的畫(huà)筆去雕飾，卻依然光亮耀眼。同學(xué)的一聲共同進(jìn)步，老師的一次真心問(wèn)候，朋友的一回?zé)崆閹椭?，都讓你感到溫暖。而你是否依然銘記太多太多父母所付出的真誠(chéng)的溫暖呢？珍惜這其中溫暖的一切，父母的溫暖將伴你越過(guò)困難，沖破險(xiǎn)阻。在危險(xiǎn)與競(jìng)爭(zhēng)面前，它們一定是你精神的支柱！
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. Warmth is no need to use beautiful words to describe, but with carefully drawn to the fine carving, but still glittering. As soon as the common progress of the students, a teacher sincere greetings and warm back to help a friend, you feel the warmth. Bearing in mind that too many parents and you still have to pay the genuine warmth? Cherish all of this warm, to the warmth with your parents across difficulties, overcome obstacles. And competition in the face of danger, which is the pillar of your spirit!