Love between people.

If you don't laugh, how can you dilute the original tasteless life and make it wonderful? If you don't laugh, how can you let that sad past go with the wind?

I sat on the bus, my eyes blinked, and I almost fell asleep. My whole body was resting and everything was still.

"Come on, get up and sit down …" An old woman got on the bus and called her granddaughter to sit next to me.

Grandma's voice broke everything still and caught my attention. I opened my hazy eyes and saw a lot of old people: her hair was mixed with silver silk, her face was covered with traces left by years, and she looked depressed with a seemingly heavy schoolbag on her shoulder. As there were no vacant seats, the old man had to stand.

I began to realize about giving up my seat and didn't know what to do. The schoolbag on the old man's shoulder and the schoolbag on my shoulder made me feel at a loss.

Oh, forget it, let's respect the elderly!

"Let you sit down." I stood up and said casually.

"Don't you sit down? Why? You'd better sit down! " The old man asked in surprise, pointing to the still warm seat.

"No, let you sit down." I said with a straight face.

"This is not good, you'd better sit down!" She is very wordy.

People around us are looking at us.

I smiled, very naturally. I said politely, "No, I like standing."

Grandma had nothing to say and sat down shyly.

My heart calmed down. I don't know why, but I seem to get joy. The sentence "I like standing" is probably the best answer, at least it won't make the old man realize that time has taken away her youth and made him sad.

I gave up my seat not only to respect the old man, but also for a trivial reason-the schoolbag on the old man's shoulder carries her love for her granddaughter. This power of love urges me to do so.

After the old man sat down, he said to his granddaughter, "Come on, thank you, sister." She gave up her position, "said, pointing to me.

Little sister didn't thank me, just looked at me. But my face was red, and I smiled sweetly again. Although daffodils are beautiful without sunshine, they are always the most natural.

That time, I smiled, right in the car. I can't forget it, I can't learn it, and I laugh at life.