My noble man

When I was a child, in the fifth grade, my sister and I went to Wucheng Ancient Town to get glasses. On the Hedong Canal Bridge, we each spent fifty cents on fortune telling. I don't remember the rest, except that the fortune teller with glasses solemnly told me that you would have many noble people to help you in your life.

Looks like he really hit the nail on the head. For so many years, it seems that someone around me has been helping me. So many people showed up when I was going through something, which gave me a lot of comfort. Those friends who give me warmth like relatives are my nobles, and inviting people to talk and drinking at holiday parties is a good medicine to wash away the complicated work and life. Those colleagues who give me unconditional support in my work are my nobles. They encourage innovative working methods and give personality and vitality to plain work. Those leaders and elders who find my small advantages and can guide me to mention them are my nobles. They encouraged me to step out of my comfort zone and go forward. They guide me to show my advantages and help more people get spiritual rewards.

? I am very grateful. I am really lucky. I can meet people who help me along the way. For example, today really touched me. A friend, since knowing that he is a fellow villager, has been very close to each other and will be taken care of by his sister from time to time. At first, it was steamed buns. In the record box of WeChat chat, steaming chubby buns appeared, followed by a line, Eat buns? I just wrapped it and brought you some. It was the second class in the afternoon, and my stomach just growled with hunger, but I politely refused. "Don't be disgusting, take it and taste the taste of my hometown." Because of enthusiasm, I can't refuse the second time. After work, I took a bag of steamed buns. The fist-sized steamed stuffed bun is exquisite, thin and stuffed, with attractive aroma, which is not the taste of my hometown. When I was a child, my mother and sister always wrapped buns that were very big and leather. However, that is the smell of love. I was very touched, so I took it back and shared it with my family. The boss ate happily and kept asking who gave it to me. I said, it's your aunt Did my aunt send it to you? The boss is very confused. Yes, I said.

? In a few days, the WeChat picture is a little persimmon with fruit. My sister in my hometown told me that she kept several pots, including red fruits and green fruits, and asked me which one I wanted. I saw a small pot full of vitality, and the small green fruit was as eye-catching as the mint glass candy I saw when I was a child. I am running around in my ordinary daily life, and I have long forgotten the surprise and significance of flowers and plants to life. I froze for a few minutes, afraid to respond. "Here's the pot." Before I could react, my fellow villagers and sisters there directly helped me make a choice. I didn't refuse, I want to accept this gift from love. Although I don't know what he is capable of, I love the warmth of this moment. In less than a day, these vibrant little persimmon appeared on my balcony. Although I don't know what color fruit it bears, whether it is yellow or red, I am sure that red and yellow are the colors of love.

? One day not long after, my eldest sister in my hometown basked in her own flowers, which were really well raised. After the solstice of winter, a large colorful flower blooms warmly in the sun. So many styles, so many colors and so many sizes. I couldn't help looking at it a few more times. How lovely a person who loves life so much should be. I can't help but leave her a message. In a short time, on the other side of WeChat, she sent you a picture of stars all over the sky, which read, Stars all over the sky.

I say you keep it. I can't let it live. She says it's easy to raise. I was very reserved and said that I was afraid that the flowers would be too big to put on my desk. Then I received a picture of gerbera jamesonii. In the picture, there is a crimson gerbera blooming proudly. She said this one is ok, and this one is small. Seeing the hairy gerbera, I suddenly remembered the yard full of "immortals" when I was a child. Later, I learned that it is also called sun flower. There is a deep red among the dead, and I like it very much. It's just that gerbera is much bigger than the immortal flower, and its petals are more complicated and tired. I quickly said, no, no, I have a lot of flowers and I can't keep them alive. Or you raise me. Although I like it very much, I like bright flowers.

Then when I was training in the hotel today, the whole person was a little tired. When I turned on my mobile phone, I saw another picture sent by my sister, a pink flower like a flower. "I bought it yesterday. Change the pot for it. Don't you like gorgeous? I'll send it to you later. " I am really flattered. It belongs to my special order. I haven't received it for a long time. I replied, "It's beautiful and I bought it specially, which makes me feel embarrassed." "Love you, talking together is fate." My sister's reply moved me. I really received this love.

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? When people reach middle age, when love gradually turns into a porridge and a meal, family ties are gradually submerged in the triviality of daily exam homework and hygiene. Such love makes the dull days linger with a trace of warmth and light. More importantly, I like carnations very much. "Wild butterflies are not white, pomegranate is dark red. Who pities Fang for a long time, spring dew comes to autumn wind. " Now, after the solstice of winter, it is still blooming so brilliantly that I am deeply moved. Love you, love you. All the powerful people in my life.