Write a composition of 200 ~ 300 words in Grade Three.

It was a rainy day and I hurried home. There were few pedestrians on the road, but I bumped into a man and knocked him down. He quickly stood on the wall, but fortunately he didn't fall. I looked at the man through the rain curtain. His withered hands, thin body, patched clothes, and a pair of eyes staring at me blankly-he turned out to be blind. I blushed and said, "Grandpa, I accidentally bumped into you. I'm sorry. Now, are you going home? I'll see you off. "

"Ok, thank you." There seems to be a smile on his wrinkled and haggard face.

I helped him move forward. Suddenly, I tripped over something, almost fell, and my toes hurt. I looked down and it turned out to be a brick. I was about to move it, but when I saw the brick was too dirty, I complained, "Who threw the brick on the ground and almost tripped me?" Grandpa, be careful, don't fall. "

The old man did not move. He reached out his thin hand, squatted down, touched the ground a few times, picked up the brick and put it in the corner. He also said, "Maybe someone will fall when they pass by. We should think more about others. " Then I wiped my muddy hands on the wall. My eyes were wet, so I quickly took out my beloved handkerchief and wiped the mud off his hand. I found that the old man seemed to be staring at me closely with his rain-soaked eyes. I blushed and hung my head in shame.

Yes! I am his guide on his way home, but he is my guide on the road of life. "Thinking of others" is my correct way of life.