That day, I was busy stir-frying in the kitchen when I suddenly heard a noise outside. I wiped my hands and looked out. The sky outside was gray and snowy, and several people in the village gathered together, their faces heavy.
What's going on?I walked over and patted my neighbor Lao Li on the shoulder as I asked.
Lao Li sighed, and his voice was choked: "Alas, it's Uncle Zhang, he." He died in the snow. I froze there, unable to believe my ears.
Huh?Uncle Zhang?No way, I saw him yesterday!"I almost shouted, and my heart felt like I had been stoned.
Lao Liu in the village shook his head, his eyes were red: "It's true, Uncle Zhang was overwhelmed by the snow last night, and he went to the hospital." I didn't get it back. "I felt like the whole world was quiet, and all that was left was snowflakes falling in the air.
Uncle Zhang lives next door to my house, and he usually smiles and treats everyone well, and everyone in the village respects him. I felt a sudden feeling of discomfort in my heart, as if I had lost a loved one.
I looked back at my kang and remembered that Uncle Zhang often came to our house to sit and chat in winter. He always smiled and said, "Young man, your kang is warm and comfortable to sit on." Now that he is gone, the kang is empty, and he can't tell the taste in his heart.
I stood in the snow, looked at the fluttering snowflakes, and thought: Why is this snow so ruthless?Just took away a good person. Life, sometimes it's so fragile that it hurts.
Early the next morning, my father knocked on my door. "Get up, we have to go to Uncle Zhang's house to help. His voice was firm and warm. I quickly got dressed and followed my father out the door.
The wind and snow outside have lightened a lot, but the snow is still heavy. Walking on the way to Uncle Zhang's house, I felt the cold of winter and the silence in the village because of this sudden disaster.
When we arrived at Uncle Zhang's house, we saw his family sitting around the kang in a heavy atmosphere.
Uncle Zhang's son had already received a notice last night and rushed back overnight.
My father stepped forward and whispered to Uncle Zhang's son, "Don't be too upset, we will all help you." ”
My father and I started helping to clear the snow from the yard. Although it was bitterly cold, I felt like this was the last thing we could do for Uncle Zhang. As we worked hard, the yard gradually revealed the ground.
While we were busy, other people in the village rushed to help. Some people took shovels to help clear the snow, and some people went to Uncle Zhang's house to help cook and prepare for the funeral.
Although everyone didn't talk much, everyone's eyes were full of determination and sympathy.
I watched all of this with emotion in my heart. In such a predicament, the people in the village can be so united and help each other, which makes me deeply feel the warmth of the world and the simplicity of the countryside. While we can't stop the forces of nature, we can give each other the greatest support and comfort through our own small strengths.
Everyone in our village did their part, some carried things, some cooked, and some comforted their families. Although we are all uncomfortable, at this time, everyone wants to give Uncle Zhang a decent farewell.
On the day of the funeral, I looked at the portrait of Uncle Zhang, and my heart was mixed. Although he has left us, his kindness and optimism during his lifetime have left a deep impression on everyone in the village.
My father said softly beside me, "In the face of difficulties, we should cherish each other more and unite as one." ”
This experience taught me a profound lesson. I have learned that in the face of life, death, and predicament, people's kindness and unity are the most precious treasures, and natural disasters are merciless and people are merciful.
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