Restrain first and then use 300-word junior high school composition.

He has a huge body, and his smiling face is always naughty and sunny under gentle glasses. He sits behind me, crossing his legs when nothing happens. He likes to be called "Brother Bin".

"Brother Bin" is nothing like "Brother". In class, he often ignores us "little brothers and sisters". When he was happy, he interrupted the speeches of his teachers and classmates and started his "talking" with the rhythm of shaking fat. Because his ideas are wild and meaningless, the students' reactions are also wonderful, some can't help laughing, some follow the input, and some cover their faces. Little brother, I really need your concern!

He can only talk, right? But a recent incident changed my impression of him.

Not long ago, a classmate in our class picked up an injured stray dog and launched a "save the dog" campaign. Our head teacher specially organized a temporary class meeting to discuss how to carry out this activity. Because there is no class fee, it is not enough to rely solely on students' donations. The teacher asked us to design some schemes to increase our income. In class, students put forward many plans, which are either not implemented or unrealistic. This is very popular among students. The teacher finally couldn't help talking, with anger in her voice: "You said here, no one did it. I think recycling waste water bottles is the most practical. Who is willing to take charge of this work? " After a moment of silence, many students raised their hands, but they pointed to others. Gradually, the atmosphere will heat up again, and the teacher will break out. I wiped my forehead and looked back at Brother Bin. I didn't expect this to surprise me. I saw that his huge body had stood up while raising his hand. Before the sound of tables and chairs tearing the ground passed, he was tearing loudly and saying, "Hello, teacher, this."

I have forgotten that it was an afternoon a few days later, but I still clearly remember that Brother Bing was riding a bicycle station in the corner of the campus, with two big boxes, a box of waste paper and a box of water bottles behind him. "Hey, classmate, don't throw empty water bottles, throw them into our boxes!" It seems that some students are busy around the sound, and I can't help but join in. It was already turning yellow, so we went to the school gate to sell waste to an old man. In the process of trading, I finally realized how powerful Brother Bin's lip service is. "Come on, look, we are all students. It is not easy to collect these. Don't argue with our children, just give us a few extra cents. Round up enough integers. Why don't we sell it across the street? " The old man was defeated after all. He used to sell only five yuan of waste paper, but when he got it, he got six dirty one-dollar bills. "Brother Bin" carefully packed them up, wrote down the numbers in his notebook, and remembered the two cardboard boxes for collecting waste products. He hurried on his bike and waved to everyone, saying, "Continue tomorrow." He was about to leave when he jumped up.

Driven by him, more and more students are actively participating in this activity, and more and more classmates will find that Bingo has not wasted his time!