A joke about uncle washing his son's car.

[The composition thing really makes me]

I've been on earth for eleven years, and writing really makes me. Many things have happened around us. As time goes by, some things are forgotten, but only one thing is fresh in my memory. Every time I think about it, I feel extremely regretful and self-reproach. Three years ago in the summer, the day before the Dragon Boat Festival, at noon, my mother and I had a whim and tasted delicious zongzi in advance. So, my mother asked me to go downstairs and buy six zongzi. I excitedly took the money to the market in the community. When I came to the place where I sold zongzi, I saw that there were quite a lot of people buying zongzi, and the old man selling zongzi was very busy. Grandpa, I want six zongzi. I managed to squeeze into a telephone booth. I made a gesture, stretched out a thumb and a little finger, swinging in the air. Okay, six zongzi. Here we go. Grandpa smiled at me and shouted. Then, he quickly picked up the clip and quickly put the zongzi into my pocket. Here, take it. I took the bag and stared at it. Why are there seven zongzi? Do you want to sell me another one? I quickly asked: how much is it? A zongzi is two yuan, twelve yuan! Grandpa answered quickly. Twelve yuan? Seven zongzi should be fourteen yuan. I do the math in my mind. So grandpa wants to give me a zongzi for free. I secretly took twelve dollars out of my wallet. Suddenly, I saw a Zhang Yiyuan bill with only half a dollar in it. I gave it to him like this. I muttered to myself. But on second thought, if he found out and remembered the extra zongzi, not only could he not eat one more, but he would do so. I quickly took out a dollar from my wallet and handed it to my uncle. My uncle took the money carefully and said thank you to me. The excellent composition of primary school students really makes me. I took zongzi and left quickly in three steps. However, I haven't gone out yet. Wait, little girl! Grandpa shouted behind me. I turned my head and glanced at it slightly, only to see that he had come out of the booth. Did he find that he gave me an extra zongzi? My heart is pounding. I must leave quickly! I quickened my pace and never looked back. Who knows, the faster I walk, the faster my uncle runs. After a while, my uncle stood in front of me and I didn't know what to do. I only heard my uncle panting. I said breathlessly, little friend, you gave me an extra dollar. Here you are! As soon as the voice fell, a brand-new bill arrived in my hand. In an instant, my uncle turned back to the booth. At this time, I was shocked and froze. Looking at the money in my hand, I feel like knocking over a five-flavor bottle. I really don't know what that feels like. But I went home to save face and never looked back. When I got home, I ate more jiaozi that my uncle gave me. My heart is like the waves of the sea, and I can't wait for a long time. After much deliberation, I finally came up with a perfect solution: Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival, I will go to my uncle's house to buy zongzi, I will make zongzi myself, and pay more for one zongzi. So I can give the money without hurting my face. I am secretly happy with my idea. The next day, I came to the community market. People who bought zongzi on the Dragon Boat Festival surrounded the market, and I spent a lot of money. I turned around, but didn't see the familiar figure. Have you seen the uncle who sells zongzi? I asked a shopkeeper who used to be next to grandpa's booth. He was ill yesterday afternoon and went to the hospital! Will he come again? I asked anxiously. He's not coming. I heard that he is going back to the countryside to recuperate! After listening to the shopkeeper's words, I felt very surprised and regretful, and my eyes were full of tears. I saw the figure of the old man again: an old man dressed simply and wrinkled, selling zongzi in the community every day, not only for no more than one yuan, but also giving me a zongzi for free. At this time, I feel that there are more and more images of old people in front of my eyes. As short as a shadow on the ground, I trudged home, regretting it and wanting to see him again. It has been three years, and I have never seen that old man again. However, the image of the old man chasing me to pay back the money is always fixed in my mind, lingering and often stinging my heart. His noble qualities deeply taught me that I must be an honest child. It's been three years since this happened.

That really made me feel confident. The quickest and most reliable way to overcome fear is to do what you are afraid of until you gain a successful experience. It's my love for you, 000d92014-1-17.