邻居家的孩子是一个瘸子。那时,我常跟着别的孩子,一起挖苦那孩子。一个冬日,我和父亲坐在一起烤炭火。“什么东西能带给我们温暖?”父亲问。我指了指身旁红红的炭火。“还有呢?”父亲再问,我想到了穿在身上的棉袄。“棉袄并不能带给我们温暖,”父亲说,“但它能为我们保住温暖。如果说炭火是一颗火热的心,那么棉袄就是一个人的良知。当我们做不到用一颗火热的心为别人送去 The neighbor’s child is a lame. At that time, I often followed other children and sarcastic children. One winter day, my father and I sat together with charcoal fire. ”What can bring us warm?“ ”Father asked. I pointed to the charcoal fire beside me. “What else? ” My father asked again, I thought of wearing a jacket on his body. “The jacket does not give us warmth,” said his father, "but it keeps us warm. If charcoal fire is a hot heart, then the jacket is a conscience of one person. Fiery heart sent to others