Love is mother's care, father's care, but also the comfort of classmates.
That time, I was tripped on the stairs by a senior, and I had a big cut on my chin. The wound can only be treated in the hospital. Back at school, the students not only didn't laugh at me, but also comforted me.
They said, "what's wrong with the wound? Is it serious?" "How do you feel? Is it better?" These words warm my heart.
After a few days, my wound was finally healed, but I found that there was a big bag in the position of the wound. At school, everyone comforted me like last time, "it doesn't matter, you are not ugly, and it can't affect our play." "If you don't go like this, how can you learn?" I was very moved after hearing: "thank you for your comfort, otherwise I don't want to go to school." After that, I continued to study with my classmates to achieve good results.
Love is a little fire, when it warms others, it warms yourself.