The so-called unforgettable, that is, can never be forgotten, whether it is memories and experiences.
I remember when I was in high school, my family was average, but I received selfless care from my homeroom teacher and my mother. It was a winter Sunday evening, and for fear of delaying the next Monday's class, I walked to school with my dry food. At that time, I lived in a simple dormitory provided by the school. It's nearly 20 miles from home, and you need to walk to get there, and you often don't get to school until about 9 p.m. Unfortunately, it rained and snowed on the way. Thankfully, my mother brought me a plastic bag of fertilizer before I left, so I had to spread it out and drape it over my body. Fortunately, he protected his head, face and body. Worried that the mother under her feet would be wet with rain and snow, she had to take it off and carry it in her arms and walk barefoot. At that time, there were no smooth asphalt roads, they were all muddy and dirt roads, and stepping on them, piercing my feet hurt, coupled with the cold, after walking for a while, I couldn't help but put my shoes back on. In this way, it was rainy and muddy all the way, and I arrived at school very late. Quickly shake off the shoes and dry them, put them under the bed to dry, and wear them to class tomorrow. There was no heating equipment, and the only 25W incandescent light bulb emitted a slightly hot and dim light.
The cold and tiredness made me fall asleep quickly.
At dawn the next day, I got up to get dressed and put on my shoes, and suddenly I found that the shoes were placed in front of the bed, washed and dried, and the shoes were padded with soft cotton.
It turned out that my homeroom teacher found my shoes during her ward rounds, and quietly took them home and asked my wife to wash and dry them overnight, and put cotton on them.
For me, this is an unforgettable memory. To this day, I remember the kindness!
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