A composition about something that happened on the bus

Essay on an incident that happened on a bus Part 1

The thing I want to say most is what happened on a bus.

One sunny afternoon, I wanted to take the bus to my friend’s house, but there were too many people on the public bus, so I could only stand close to the driver.

I accidentally saw an empty seat behind the conductor. I thought to myself why no one is such a good point guard. I quickly walked over and took a look. It turned out that there was a mouthful of thick phlegm on this seat, which was yellow and green. It looked really disgusting.

I immediately turned around and asked the uncle next to me for a few pieces of paper. I wiped off the dust next to the thick phlegm. When I was about to wipe away the disgusting thick phlegm, a young woman came over and wiped it off. The butt sat on it. "You -" "Everyone can sit on the bus, why can't I sit on it?" The young woman said, facing the window and crossing her legs.

“But there is phlegm on this seat!”

“What? Phlegm?” The young woman jumped up like a spring. What a coincidence, the phlegm was neither crooked nor slanted. All stuck to her ass.

"Okay, so you want to harm me!" The young woman raised her palm high, wanting to slap me.

The uncle next to him quickly blocked it with his hand and said, "There was phlegm on the seat. Just when this little classmate was about to wipe it off, you rushed to sit down. The young woman was speechless. .

I didn’t say anything, and then took the piece of paper... Essay on an incident on the bus 2

In the process of my growth, Many things have happened. Whenever I think about the past in the dead of night, the most unforgettable thing is the scene on the bus. Whenever I think of it, I will think of those two naughty and sensible little boys.

< p> One day after school, I got on the bus. After a few stops, two naughty little boys got on, but there was only one seat left. Before they could sit down, they took off their schoolbags. He took it off, put it on the seat, and occupied the seat. But the two schoolbags were put on it almost at the same time. Then they started arguing: "I grabbed this seat first!" ”

“No, it’s me first, it’s mine! "

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Looking at the two of them arguing with each other, I thought to myself: The red scarf on your chest is embarrassing for you.

< p>I looked at them, as if I saw the red scarves on their chests saying: "Stop arguing!" It's a big fight just for a small seat, right? "

But at this moment, something unexpected happened. An old woman with silver hair came into the car. Her back was as arched as a dromedary, and her hands were as dry as bamboo branches. She squinted her eyes and looked to the left and to the right, but she couldn't find an empty seat. The two eyebrows were like two exclamation marks with the dots removed. The corners of her eyes and mouth were full of wrinkles, just like the growth rings of a big tree. My own age.

The two little boys who had just argued over a small seat now said in unison: "Grandma, come here. "The carriage that was still very lively at first suddenly became silent.

At this time, I realized that the two little boys were fighting for the seats because of the old lady, and they had a quarrel. I couldn't help but feel secretly in my heart. I admire them so much. Looking back, I find that the red scarves on their chests have become brighter, more eye-catching, and more dazzling.

Although it has been a long time since this happened. But every time I get on the bus, that scene still comes to mind. This unforgettable thing always tells me that helping others is happy, and it can only happen on the bus. Essay on One Thing 3

People nowadays are less and less aware of respecting the elderly and caring for the young, and have completely lost all traditional virtues. I saw it on the bus a few days ago. Such a thing.

A few days ago, my mother and I took the bus home and saw something irritating. The bus arrived at the stop again. People got on the bus one after another, and the last person to get on the bus was a gray-haired old woman. She walked onto the bus with difficulty with a cane.

There were no seats in the car, so the old woman had to stand leaning on the seat. The car started to move, and the car swayed back and forth, and the old woman's body also swayed. The old woman accidentally stepped on an uncle's foot, and the uncle immediately shouted "You're blind, why did you step on my feet?" The old lady apologized to her uncle quickly, but the uncle still refused and reprimanded loudly: "Stay away from me, don't stand here." The old lady moved away with difficulty. The people in the car were very angry, and they all accused the uncle invariably. This person blushed and realized his mistake. He stood up and offered his seat to the old lady. Only then did everyone give up.

This uncle’s behavior is very infuriating. I hope that every people will learn to respect the old and love the young. Essay on an incident that happened on the bus 4

I think that on the road of life, everyone will encounter many things, whether they are big things, small things, good things or bad things, there are a few of them. Make it unforgettable for you.

I remember an incident that happened on the bus two years ago, which I will never forget.

Once, my mother and I were on the bus. After we got on the bus and walked a few steps, an old man came up. He was on crutches, his body was swaying, and his hair was a little gray. He is about seventy years old. When I saw it, I really wanted to let the old man take a break, but my mother and I didn't have a seat, so I turned my attention to the conductor, hoping that he could persuade others to give up their seats to the old man, but he didn't say anything. After a long time, no one gave up their seats. I was anxious. There were four seats in the row where the old man was standing. Three of them were strong young men, and the other seat was occupied by young men. It's an aunt holding a child. The aunt can be forgiven, but the three strong young men should not, because they can give up their seats to the grandfather. The most annoying thing was the two young men sitting in the first and third seats. One of them turned his head towards the window when he saw the grandfather and ignored him. The other one was even more disgusting. In order not to give up his seat to the old man, he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, as if nothing was wrong. I was furious at the time, and when I was about to argue with the uncle, I was stopped by my mother. She said they wouldn't listen to us even if we asked others whether to give up their seats! I had no choice but to watch the old man standing. Finally, the aunt holding the child got out of the car and said to the old man: "Uncle, come and sit down!" The old man said with a smile: "Thank you, girl!" When I saw this scene, my heart broke. Finally let it go.

After returning home, I was thinking, why did our traditional Chinese noble virtues disappear in this generation? Essay on an incident that happened on the bus Part 5

Today is Sunday. My parents and I took the bus from Dazu back to Shuangqiao. There were more and more people on the bus. After a while, the bus was filled with many people.

Just when the car was still more than 10 kilometers away from the station, a big hand happened to pass by my shoulder and reached into the bag of the uncle standing on my right. At that time, my father and I were sitting on the two seats by the window. I touched my father with my left elbow. My father turned around and saw the pickpocket. The uncle seemed to realize it and moved to the back row. The pickpocket turned back to look at where my father and I were. I quickly turned my head over and stared at the bottom of the car. I felt that the pickpocket's gaze had disappeared, so I looked back.

At this time, there was another pickpocket wearing a black and white sweatshirt in the car. The previous pickpocket moved to an old man who was sleeping soundly. He leaned down and leaned on the chair in front of the old man. The old man in front turned around and saw that the pickpocket's hand had reached into the old man's clothes. When the pickpocket noticed the old man, he gave him a fierce look. The old man stopped talking, and the two pickpockets started stealing again arrogantly. In the end, the old man's clothes were bulged. The two pickpockets seemed to have succeeded and got off the car about 200 meters away from the station.

When the car arrived, the old man also woke up. People in the car came to ask him how much money had been stolen. I was confused at the time, since so many people saw the pickpocket, why didn't anyone stop him?

With questions, I found my mother, who said: “People in today’s society, when they encounter a thief in the car, only want to protect themselves, without caring about what other people are doing.

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I remember seeing a story like this in the magazine "Inside and Out of the Classroom": An incident that happened to Xiaoqiang on the bus. Essay 6

As the saying goes: True love warms the world. . When I think of this sentence, I think of an incident that happened on the bus.

This summer, my third aunt took my cousin and I to see my third aunt. New house. When I came back, a grandpa got on the bus. This grandpa seemed to be in his 70s, but the seats in the bus were full, so the grandpa had to stand. When I was about to give up my seat to Grandpa, the car reached the checkpoint. At this time, a fierce struggle started in my heart: Should I give up my seat to Grandpa? If not, Grandpa would have to stand. If I give in, I will be kicked out of the car and I won’t be able to go home. However, my grandfather is old and he might have something urgent to do when he gets home. Finally, I decided: give it. Grandpa gave up his seat. No matter what, I can sit with my cousin! So, I stood up and said, "Grandpa, sit here!" "The old man raised his head and looked at me in surprise, then sat on the chair without saying a word to me. At this time, everyone in the car looked at me with approval, and my third uncle also praised me and said: " Well done, Belle! "The third aunt glared at me fiercely.

After the checkpoint passed, the third aunt said angrily: "Who asked you to give up your seat to him? If you were discovered, would you like to get out of the car? Besides, he didn't even say thank you to you. "I muttered in a low voice: I haven't been found out anyway. Humph, I still get scolded by you for helping others!

Looking back now, I feel a little dissatisfied. Why is the third aunt doing this? I am happy to help others. It is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. I learned this good quality, but my third aunt said it to me. However, what would happen if I was really kicked out? We must learn to be helpful and always help others! Essay about an incident on the bus 7

One day, my mother took me out to play on the bus.

There was an 80- or 90-year-old grandfather with a hunched back and a cane, and he was unsteady on his feet. There were many passengers on the bus. My mother and I were both standing. There was a man in his thirties sitting next to us. Mom asked: "Sir, can you give up your seat to grandpa? And the man said, "My bag is very heavy, and there are love seats over there." "The mother looked at it and said, "Look, there are all women and old people holding children over there." The mother was already very angry when she said this, because she saw that this uncle was tall and white and fat. , but didn’t get up to give up his seat.

My mother asked grandpa where he was going? “I’m going to the children’s hospital. "Grandpa said, Mom thinks we are taking bus 132 now. Grandpa has to go to the children's hospital for more than ten stops! Everyone is thinking that this man should give up his seat after hearing this, but who knows that this man is still playing with his It was as if the cell phone had not been heard. At this moment, a kind aunt gave up her seat to the grandfather. With the help of everyone, the grandfather finally sat down.

I think so. The uncle must regret not giving up his seat to the old man. Although he is browsing on his mobile phone, I think he must not be able to read a word of it. Essay on an incident that happened on the bus 8

On the day before the final exam, the bell rang for the second period in the afternoon. Everyone was cheering that school was over. Under the leadership of the teacher, we walked out of the school gate carefully and reached the bus stop. There were so many classmates! We all waited for the car to arrive. It took about 10 minutes before the car from Longdu Plaza came to us. Because I was very short and small, it didn’t take long. I got on the bus. I finally found a seat and sat down. At this time, an old man about 80 years old got on the bus. I thought to myself, "I'll give up my seat to the old man, but then I thought, I finally squeezed into a seat, but I thought that the uncle and aunt in front of me would let this old grandpa sit down. I just wanted to stand up and sat back down. "Suddenly there was a sudden brake, and all the people standing staggered, and the old man also swayed a few times with the car. I saw it in my eyes and felt anxious in my heart.

I can't bear it anymore Unable to hold on any longer, he immediately stood up and gave up his seat, shouting: “Grandpa. "Before I could finish speaking, when the old man was looking back at me, a second-grade classmate quickly sat down in the seat I was going to give to the old man.

I was so surprised, and the old man looked at me disappointedly and said, "It's okay, thank you, kid, I can stand firm enough that I don't have to sit down." I looked confused, and an uncle next to me saw all this and stood up to let him go. As he got out of his seat, he said, "Grandpa, come and sit down here!" The grandpa nodded happily. At this time, everyone on the bus looked at the little classmate and the uncle in unison. The little classmate also stood up with a face like a "ripe apple". He gave it to another mother-in-law beside him who looked to be in her 60s. Many students in the car got up and gave way to the grandparents standing in the car. The car burst into applause in unison, and everyone smiled at me. My heart is sweet. The red scarves on my and other classmates’ chests were particularly bright!

It turns out that love can be contagious and can also be passed on! Essay about an incident that happened on the bus 9

Everyone will experience various things in life, some are happy, some are sad, and some are memorable. I am no exception. There is one seemingly ordinary thing that I have never forgotten.

The weather was very good that day. My mother and I took the bus to the park to play. The car drove one stop after another, and at the third stop, the carriage gradually became crowded. Not only were the seats already full, but the aisles were also full of people. At this time, a little man with a sinister look on his face hurriedly got into the car. I saw him squeezing around in the crowd, looking here and there, and finally stopped next to a fashionably dressed young aunt. After a while, the "little man" took out a pair of tweezers from his pocket without everyone paying attention, and quietly put it into the aunt's satchel. I happened to see this scene, and I felt nervous and scared. I wanted to remind my aunt, but I was afraid that the "little man" would remember my appearance and take revenge on me in the future. The words came to his lips, but he swallowed them.

Just as I was hesitating, a clear and loud child's voice sounded in the carriage, "Mom, why did that uncle put his hand into the aunt's pocket?" This sentence sounded like thunder in the carriage. Flowers exploded everywhere. Suddenly, everyone turned their attention to the "little man". He panicked and got out of the car in despair. Everyone in the car praised the little boy one after another, but I felt ashamed in my heart because of my cowardly behavior just now.

This incident made me deeply understand a truth: we must be brave and not timid in the face of evil, because evil can never defeat justice! Essay on an incident that happened on the bus Part 10

One day, my mother took me to play on the bus.

There was an eighty or ninety-year-old grandfather in the car, with a hunched back and a cane, and was unsteady on his feet. There were many passengers in the car. My mother and I were standing. There was a man in his thirties sitting next to me. My mother asked: "This old gentleman, can you give up your seat to grandpa?" and the man said "My bag is very heavy. There is a love seat there." The mother looked at it and said, "Look there are women and old people holding children." The mother was already very angry when she saw the uncle's height. He was tall and fair, but he would not stand up and give up his seat.

Mom asked grandpa where he was going? "I'm going to the Children's Hospital." Grandpa said. Mom thought she was taking bus 132, and it would take more than ten stops for Grandpa to go to the Children's Hospital! Everyone was thinking that this man would give up his seat when he heard this, but they didn’t know that this man was still playing on his mobile phone, as if he hadn’t heard anything. At this time, a kind-hearted elder sister gave up her seat to the grandfather. With the help of many people, the grandfather finally sat down.

I think this uncle must have regretted not giving up his seat to the old man. Although he was accessing the phone, I think he could not read a single word! An incident that happened on the bus Essay 11

On that foggy morning, the wind rustled the leaves on both sides of the road, and the birds were unwilling to get up early and were reluctant to sing their melodious songs. Song, well why? I don't understand, but I am the same, lying in the warm quilt and refusing to get up. Are the birds the same as me? Was it infected by something outside? Maybe, right, that's really annoying...

At noon, I packed up my clothes and went to the bus station to wait for the bus, ready to take the bus to my grandma's house. The sun is very poisonous, its scorching rays cover the entire earth, and the cicadas also emit a plaintive whine, which makes people feel depressed.

The air seemed to be frozen, and I spent a very long time waiting for the car to finally arrive. The crowd was crowded, so I squeezed into the car and tried my best to squeeze into a seat. I sat down comfortably. It was very comfortable to lean against the window and enjoy the scenery. ! I thought I could spend the journey comfortably, but from the corner of my eye I noticed a man in ragged clothes with a full bag on his back, and a calloused hand struggling to grasp a handle that was very high for him. Big beads of sweat broke out on the face of the old man, and his skinny body shook violently with the car. I couldn't help but wonder if the conductor hadn't noticed such an old man in his dying years after getting on the bus for so long. Even if the conductor didn't notice, didn't every passenger here notice? No one noticed the old man who was struggling to support him, and no one was willing to stand up and vacate his seat. Although I miss the comfortable seat, my conscience prompted me to stand up. The old man looked at me with relief, sat down with a smile on his face, and said to me with a smile: Good girl! This sentence echoed in my heart for a long time. When I came back to my senses and thought about it from my perspective, my conscience pushed me, but didn’t it push others? Or, their conscience is like a stream. It used to be clear and transparent, but what happened now? Is it autumn or winter? Is it frozen? I'm puzzled. Accompanied by this doubt, I spent an extremely long afternoon and suddenly felt that the air was suffocating. After the sun went down, the air still felt stuffy. This afternoon has been so long!

I think China is a rich country, not because of any material things, but because of the unique fine traditions and noble moral character of its people. But what does this phenomenon mean today? I probably understand. No wonder, the early birds who love to get up the most are not willing to open their eyes at this time. On the day they fly away, should people deeply reflect on themselves and whether something of their own has also flown away with them? What's up?

Thank you for what happened on the bus. It was like a bucket of cold water poured on me, extinguishing all the naive illusions I had... What happened on the bus Essay on One Thing 12

On Saturday, my friend went to learn drums. After the lesson, he and one of his drummer friends were going to take the bus home together.

At this moment, there were about twenty people in the carriage, some talking on the phone, some eating, some talking... The bus drove to the next stop and an old man got on the bus. There was no seat left, so he held on to the armrests with both hands to maintain balance.

"Hey, how dare you steal something!" A crisp shout sounded. Suddenly, there was silence in the carriage, everyone stopped what they were doing, and all their eyes turned to the source of the sound - a primary school student.

A young man wearing a red down jacket next to the primary school boy was startled at first, then took his hand away from the old man’s pocket, then turned around and jammed the primary school student’s neck. The primary school student couldn’t break free, and his face immediately turned red. Then, Hong Feather slapped the primary school student hard on the face.

There was silence in the car.

Doing justice will lead to retaliation. No one responded, even the old man who was spared from being stolen just now remained silent. We can’t help but ask: Is there any heavenly principle?

My friend himself is impatient, and now he can’t stand it anymore. He called his friend Chang’an and said, “Chang’an, come, let’s go together.” Chang’an’s eyes were red, he bowed his waist, and looked He raised his head and used his "Invincible Iron Head Technique to Conquer Demons" and hit him head on. As a result, Red Feather failed to hide and almost fell down. My friend came up with a "Super Meteor Punch", and Hong Feather got hit again. He got angry and grabbed my friend. With a wave of his hand, my friend was thrown away like a fallen leaf. Fortunately, I bumped into the seat and got a big bump on my head.

At this time, seeing the two children taking action, the passengers were no longer silent. Some took out their mobile phones to call the police, and some used their leather bags to wear red down. The most outstanding one was the old man who was spared from being stolen. He punched and kicked with a guilty look on his face, and said while beating: "You dare to steal? I let you steal, I let you steal!" The red feathers were in a terrible state.

The car stopped and Hong Feather was escorted away by the 110 who arrived. Essay on an incident that happened on the bus Part 13

The sun was in a bad mood and hid himself in the clouds. I'm not in a good mood either.

Although it was the weekend, my mother kept urging me to get up and take me to my grandma's house.

The bus is here.

My mother waved to the bus and pulled me onto the bus quickly.

There are so many people on the bus, it’s crowded, stuffy and depressing. I have to stand for half a day again today, which is really bad! I glanced around the car dejectedly, haha, there are still seats at the back of the car! I quickly pulled my mother and squeezed through.

Sitting in the high back seat, looking at the car full of people, I couldn’t help but smile with satisfaction. The trees and flowers on the roadside seemed to take away my anxiety.

Who will give up a seat to the old lady? The conductor shouted loudly.

I retracted my gaze from outside the car.

An old woman walked up. She stood hunched over and panting at the door of the car. The chatter and laughter in the car stopped abruptly. Some people closed their eyes and meditated, some looked out the window, some lowered their heads and fiddled with their mobile phones, and some picked up leaflets and covered their faces, all of them looked like they had nothing to do with them.

The old lady cat lowered her waist, put a heavy handbag at her feet, and met a boy on the seat next to her.

What are you doing? The boy yelled, put the headphones back into his ears, and continued to lean on his seat and listen to his music.

The old man moved aside awkwardly.

Who will give up a seat to the old lady! The conductor's shout was shrill and harsh.

My heart suddenly started to panic as the conductor screamed. I looked at the white-haired old lady hesitating. Should I give up my seat? Give up your seat, why should I be squeezed into a meat pie? If you don’t give up your seat, will you be worthy of your mother’s usual education?

When I was hesitating, my mother pushed me to the side, squeezed out of the seat, and shouted to the old woman: Grandma, come sit here with me!

My face suddenly felt hot.

My mother got up early to cook, clean the house, and weed the onion ridges and leek patches in the yard. She has been busy until now. When she goes to grandma's house, she still has to wash clothes and clean the house.

I stood up and said to my mother: Mom, let me do it!

I stepped forward and helped the old lady to my seat.

Grandma, sit down.

Thank you! little girl.

The old lady held my hand excitedly.

Thank you, little girl! Thank you girl! The conductor's words of thanks echoed in the carriage like music. The boy next to him blushed.

The passengers in the car looked at me approvingly.

The car started. I held on to the armrest tightly and looked out the window.

Father Sun showed a smile at some point. The sun is warm and flows in the car through the window glass.

My heart is full of joy!

Don’t do evil because it’s small, and don’t do good because it’s small.

Once I got up on the bus, I understood that being helpful is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. Doing more good deeds, whether you help others or others help you, will leave you with that beautiful feeling in your heart. It will make people’s minds sway and breed happiness!