记得那年冬天，我还小，家里没有暖气，那时候的生活真是不容易。每到晚上，妈妈就会让我穿好厚厚的棉袄，站在窗边看着外面那个卖炭翁。他总是提着一个大木桶，一头黑发糊在额头上，看起来就像是一个行走的煤块。

他会敲门，然后用一种熟悉而又温暖的声音说：“哎呀，是我，这不是你家的吗？来来来，我给你们加点热气。”然后，他就开始了他的工作。他会打开木桶，用铁铲把炭火一勺一勺倒进我们的锅炉或者灶台。

sells charcoal, a man who brings warmth to people's homes during the cold winter months. His name is not important; what matters is his work and the joy he brings to our lives.

As I grew older, I began to appreciate the value of his work. He would come to our doorstep every day, rain or shine, snow or sleet. His face was always smudged with soot, and his hands were rough from years of handling coal. But there was a kindness in his eyes that made me feel safe and warm inside.

He wasn't just selling charcoal; he was selling hope and comfort during the coldest of times. He knew that without him, our home would be cold and dark, but with him, we could enjoy a hot meal together as a family.

One winter evening, my mother asked him why he continued to do such hard work despite the harsh conditions. He looked at her with a twinkle in his eye and said,

"Ah,

there are many like me out there who keep families warm through their hard labor," says Mr.

Wang as he smiles warmly at you before continuing on his way."

Mr.

Wang has been doing this for over 20 years now,

and yet

he still takes pride in knowing that he is providing something essential for others.

The next time you see someone like Mr.

Wang on your street,

take some time to thank them

for all they do."