Composition on the bus

It's the first time to take a bus by myself.

It's winter vacation, and I'm going to cram school. My parents are too busy to take me to work, so I suggest going to school by bus. My parents think I need to exercise when I grow up, so my father specially gave me a bus card. I am a student, and I can get a 20% discount every time I take the bus.

Before going out, my father told me not to take the wrong bus and get on the inner ring of 9 16; And tell me which station to get on and which to get off; I remember it firmly, and it let me out of the door.

I came to the platform with great interest, looked around and finally reached the inner ring 9 16. I was very nervous when I first got on the bus. I saw the aunt of the conductor politely ask, "Where are you going, little friend?" And took out a machine (it was later known that it was a credit card machine). I took out my bus card and put it under the machine. It automatically said, "This trip is 20 points, and 29 yuan is 80 points." It's amazing! I was very excited along the way, savoring my victory and enjoying the familiar scenery. One stop passed. "Huairou Telecommunications Bureau has arrived, please get off in an orderly manner." Oh, I should get off, put on my schoolbag and get off happily.

I am very happy to take the bus this time, because this is the first time for me to go out by myself and I have learned to take the bus by myself.

We should strongly advocate giving seats to the elderly, the sick and the disabled on the bus.

Especially primary and secondary school students should make up this lesson.

I think a good social atmosphere should be carried forward. People can't live without difficulties, inconveniences and never get old. When our bodies can persist and stand a little longer, we should give our seats to the elderly, the sick, pregnant women and people with very young children.

The reason is simple: all of us will get old one day and get sick! But I am opposed to giving up my seat to those students who have "semi-autonomous ability" unless they are disabled or sick.

On the contrary, we should ask them to form the good habit of giving their seats to others.

Of course, this kind of education is not only a school matter, but also family education is very important.

Not to mention the words and deeds of parents when they take their children out.

A few years ago, I took a bus with my son in my arms for several months. A young lady sitting in the back of the bus called me to sit down, which made me very moved. At the same time, I feel very sorry. Why do so many students sitting there don't understand this basic truth (one Friday, just after school)?

Since then, no matter how tired my husband and wife are and how painful my back is (with old injuries), we have always insisted on giving our seats to the old, the weak and the sick on the bus, and also educated our son to do the same when you have the ability to stand firm on the bus.

Don't care if the other person says "thank you", at least your heart is clear and clean.

Winter vacation composition: Give up your seat on the bus. At noon on Saturday, my mother took me shopping for clothes. My mother and I managed to get on the bus. Before I got a firm foothold, I heard a friendly voice saying, "Little friend, I'll give you my seat."

"I looked inside and saw an aunt stand up and pull me to my seat with a smile. I was deeply moved and quickly said, "Thank you, Aunt! "At the next stop, a young mother came along. She has a child in her left hand and a big backpack in her right. She was so tired that she was sweating profusely. I was just about to give her my seat when an uncle stood up and said, "Girl, sit down quickly!" " The young mother blushed.

I am embarrassed to say, "Thank you!" I thought: I can't sit. I want to aim at the target and give up my seat at the next stop.

The bus beeps again, and it's almost the next stop. I looked out of the window and saw a pregnant aunt getting on the bus.

As soon as she got on the bus, I shouted, "Aunt, you sit here.

"I am flattered to see that everyone has cast a favorable look.

I think it's really comfortable to take such a bus. I hope that the "seat-giving wind" on the bus will always exist.

The scene on the bus is finally over. I breathed a sigh of relief, then went straight to the bus stop and waited patiently for the bus to arrive as usual.

As time went by, I still didn't see the bus. Just when I was depressed and wanted to walk home, the "life-saving car" finally came.

As soon as I got on the bus, I was anxious to find a seat to sit down, only to find that the seats on the bus were just full and I was left standing there alone. Damn, here we go again. I seem to be possessed by an unlucky god recently. I stand every time I get on the bus, and I haven't felt the taste of sitting down for a long time.

I shook my head in disappointment and walked helplessly to the back.

Soon after the bus came out, I felt a little uncomfortable-my home is far from school and I met many red lights along the way. There are many passengers on the bus one after another, and I feel the schoolbag on my back getting heavier and heavier. At this time, it is the peak of traffic jam, and the speed of the bus can almost rival that of snails.

I tried to hold on to the handrail to keep my balance.

So tired! Looking at the slowly moving traffic outside the window, I secretly sighed.

At first, I didn't notice that an old man next to me was looking me up and down.

Until he stood up and offered his seat to me.

At that time, I saw him grasp the railing with calloused hands and finally stood up. At this point, many passengers have eagerly parked their seats, and several others are still trying to get close to that position. I didn't go, but stayed still, because I didn't have the heart to compete with them for that good position, thinking, "They can go as they like!" " It's none of my business anyway! "Suddenly, a strong hand pressed against my shoulder, which surprised me. I turned around and looked back, but it was the old man! " What is he going to do? "I was thinking anxiously, only to see him give me a generous smile, repeatedly stroking my head with his generous big hand and saying," Hurry up, little friend, I'm getting off. Come and sit down! " Say and throw yourself on the seat.

I looked at him a few times before I realized how much he looked like my dead grandfather! The same kind, gentle and amiable, looking at his wrinkled smile, I really feel like crying! I really didn't know what to say at that time. I just sat down mechanically and said, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! ..... "He didn't say anything, just nodded slightly, smiled at me again, got out of the car slowly and looked at his back. My heart is like a bottle of complicated feelings, but there is no language to express it.

On the way home, I thought of the old man again. His appearance came to my mind, about 60 years old! Tall, a good grandfather who loves to laugh and be kind ... although I don't know if I can see him again in the future, if I see him again in one year, three years and five years ... I will definitely give him my seat without hesitation and call him grandpa from the heart! Because ... thinking of this, my eyes are wet again ... on the bus ... today, I go to school as usual.

But after school at noon, I didn't go home by myself, but took the bus.

Because it is very cold, it is precisely because of the cold that I don't want to go home alone in the cold weather.

I looked west, with one hand on my eyebrows, and I kept standing on tiptoe.

Ah! Finally, a bus came.

Those classmates swarmed, and I was unwilling to fall behind, so I got on the bus with them.

I managed to squeeze into a seat.

At this time, an old woman came, looking over fifty years old. ...

Give up your seat on the bus. On this day, we are going home.

Because of the Chinese New Year, there are many people on the bus, which is very crowded.

We had to stand because we got on the bus late.

The driver didn't get on the expressway in order to save the toll.

The car is driving on the bumpy sidewalk, and the people in the car are shaking with the bumps of the car. My mother can't stand this kind of tossing, and she gets carsick.

My mother's face is becoming more and more ugly. I let her lean on me. I thought it would make me feel better, but I was too short and my mother was too tall, which didn't help at all. My mother had to reluctantly support me.

Just then, a young man in his twenties seemed to see his mother's motion sickness and offered his seat to his mother.

My mother and I are full of gratitude to him, and my mother keeps saying thank you to that young man.

When I got home, I was always moved by the fact that my eldest brother gave my mother his seat.

My mother told me over and over again: "Be like that big brother, be helpful to others and contribute to society."

" ...

One morning, I was sitting on the bus, ready to go to school, but I heard a child reciting an ancient poem.

At first glance, it turned out to be a seven-year-old child, and everyone in the same seat praised it softly: "It's amazing that such a small child can recite ancient poems!" I looked at the child, wearing a shirt and eating half a loaf in my hand.

His mother is teaching him to recite ancient poems.

"Come, I said, you read.

After cutting the grain at noon, sweat dripped down the soil.

"The child read," It was noon when weeding, and sweat dripped down the soil.

""well, yes,' who knows that every meal is hard.

""Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard.

""well, recite it together again.

""at noon, I cut the grain and sweat the grain.

Who knows ... ""Who knows that every meal is hard.

"The child dozen hic.

His mother said, "Are you full? Throw it away if you don't want to eat it.

"Say that finish conveniently threw the leftover bread into the trash can of the carriage.

"Come back again.

""at noon, I cut the grain and sweat the grain.

Who knows, every grain on the plate ... every grain ... ""Every grain is hard, and you don't even know it, which means that every grain was planted by the farmer's uncle, so you should cherish it and not waste it.

"At this time, the whole carriage was quiet, only to hear the voice of the mother reprimanding the seven-year-old child. Perhaps at this time, my mother felt something strange in the carriage and stopped. Suddenly, she glanced at half a piece of bread in the dustbin, lowered her head and got off the bus soon.

Mothers don't abide by social morality, but teach their children how to do it.

For the growth of the next generation, as a mother, please wake up!

It's rude to wait online for the first grade composition on the bus! The girl grabbed a seat on the bus and slapped the 70-year-old man. The girl slapped the 70-year-old man for the seat. In order to settle the dispute, the passenger gave his seat to the girl and advised her to respect the old man. Girls actually scold each other.

A scene happened on bus No.476 the day before yesterday (July 24th), which made the passengers very angry and accused the girl of being too uneducated.

Sharla Cheung (pseudonym) lives in a residential area near Yang Gang Avenue in Yangjiaping. He is 76 years old.

At 9 am on the 24th, Uncle Zhang and his wife came to Children's Hospital with their little grandson. He got on the 476 bus without a ticket, sat in the last row and put his bag on the empty seat next to him.

At this moment, a girl of sixteen or seventeen, wearing sportswear and ponytail, came over.

She went up to Uncle Zhang and wanted to sit down.

Zhang said: "There are people here.

"At this moment, uncle zhang's wife hobbled into the car with a child in her arms.

Ponytail forced to sit.

"I told you there were old people and children here!" Uncle Zhang said with emphasis.

All the passengers had an unexpected scene: 1 of "pa" and "ponytail" slapped the old man in the face.

"How can you hit people?" The old man waved his crutch and was so angry that he could not speak.

"You are in charge of Laozi, and you die of old age ..." The ponytail attacked the old man, and the passengers rushed forward to dissuade him.

"Little girl, it's right to give your seat to the old man! Stop arguing and give you my seat.

"Seeing this scene, a middle-aged male passenger got up and left his seat, and a ponytail sat down, still swearing.

"It's not worth giving your seat to someone who doesn't respect the old man.

"A passenger said to the person who gave up his seat.

This angered ponytail, and she threatened, "Get someone to clean up that talkative person after getting off the bus.

The person who gave up his seat reminded ponytail not to run around, and ponytail retorted, "The seat you gave me is mine. Why do you care about Lao Tzu? " Call names at intersections, get off at Xinhua Road Station and leave to call names.

"The child is ill-bred and blames his parents and school for their poor education.

Passenger Zhou said that the child's "rebellious period" is plastic, and parents should correctly guide and correct the child's wrong behavior in nursing.

"Children are the future of the motherland. It is the responsibility of the whole society to educate them to be polite and respect others.

Educating children should also be done well.

"sichuan fine arts institute professor Liu Yong said.

Give up your seat on the bus today is a gloomy rainy day in winter.

Rain, pattering; Passers-by, hurry on; My mother, my sister and I are also waiting at the station.

Finally, the bus came, and my mother and I flocked to the 825 bus with the crowd.

As soon as we got on the bus, it was like jumping from the cold world to the hot world.

There are many people in the car. My mother held her sister and looked at all kinds of people dressed up in the car.

At this time, a broadcast sounded in the carriage: "Please take the initiative to give your seat to the old, the weak, the sick, the disabled and the children and carry forward the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation.

"But those people didn't seem to hear, some bowed their heads and played with their mobile phones, some sat in their seats, motionless, and didn't seem to give their seats to their mothers and sisters.

The car began to bump, and I grabbed the handrail and thought, why don't they have morality? Mother stood on the bumpy car with her sister in her arms! At this moment, a girl who looks about my age stood up. The man standing next to the little girl stared at her seat as if to grab it.

But just then, the little girl said to my mother, "Aunt, sit down."

My mother and I both looked at the girl next to me. The man who coveted the girl's seat wanted to sit down. Before he sat down, my mother sat down first and asked, "Little girl, how old are you?" What grade are you in? "The little girl replied habitually," I am eleven years old and in the sixth grade.

"She has long hair, a round face, a hairpin on her head and a bag. She is very handsome and seems to be a very sensible little girl.

Look at the person who robbed the seat. Because he didn't grab the seat, he still had a look of "hatred" on his face. He looks handsome in a suit and jeans. It's really "knowing people, knowing faces and not knowing hearts"! An old woman next to her praised the girl: "This girl is really sensible!" "Mom handed me the bag in her hand, and she held her sister.

At this moment, a man got down from the seat next to the girl. She sat down and soon fell asleep.

I was moved by her politeness: how polite it is for a little girl to give up her seat even when she is so tired! By the time my mother put my sister to sleep, we were all sweating and kept shouting: it's really hot and the air is not good. Open the window.

But my mother and I can only wait helplessly. She was holding her sleeping sister and I was holding something in my hand.

Just when I put down my things to open the window, my foot accidentally stepped on someone's foot. He scolded: Don't you have eyes? When I looked intently, it turned out to be the man who robbed the seat. I ignored him and opened the window.

I opened it and thought: it turned out to be the person who didn't grab the seat. Polite people all know that they should give their seats to passengers who are old, weak, sick, disabled, pregnant and with children.

"So, he belongs to the rude category.

It is common for polite adults to give up their seats.

However, this time, the seat was given to a little girl who was only 1 1 years old, a tired little girl! This, moved me, let me study! I understand a truth: politeness is the foundation of being a man!

I want an article about a pupil giving up his seat on a bus. I can still remember the first time I gave up my seat. I will never forget the kind face that smiled at me and nourished my childlike innocence.

I can still remember the first time I gave up my seat. I will never forget that kind face that smiled at me and nourished my childlike innocence.

On Tuesday, my friend Xiong Zecheng and I waited for the bus at the bus stop next to the school. Time-consuming and laborious, we finally got on the bus. We talked and laughed on the bus. The door creaked open and finally arrived at the station. (My friend arrived) I quickly sat in his seat and sent him a goodbye POss. At this time, an old woman got on the bus, coughed a few times, looked around, and then. Nobody gave up their seats. Just then, my mind was fighting and two little people appeared. A little white man said, "Give up your seat! Didn't the teacher teach you to respect the old and love the young? Besides, it doesn't matter if you stand in front for so long.

""what! Can't you sit down after standing for so long just now? And it's almost the station. Can't you have a rest? " The little black man retorted loudly I stood up, but I was at a loss. Who do I listen to? Besides, I am also a shy boy, and I don't want so many people to look at me. "Aren't you a Miyoshi student every year? If you don't even want to help others, what are the three good things? ""miyoshi students give up their seats! How to make n miyoshi students all over the world give up their seats? Besides, the teacher is not here. Who knows! " "Giving up your seat is a virtue and an opportunity for you to take the postgraduate entrance examination!" "oh! It's wicked not to let it? Haven't you read that article? It is my responsibility to let go. I'm tired and want to stand. That's really the coke in my head.

""alas! Let you decide for yourself! " The little white man sighed. At this time, I stood up firmly, hugged the old woman and said, "Sit down!" " "Thank you!" And smiled at me, and the adults also cast admiring eyes and talked about something in succession.

At this time, I felt the happiness of helping others, and a happy expression appeared on my face.

Although it has been a long time, it will never be forgotten in my mind. At that time, I understood that helping others is always happy and straightforward, not shy and hesitant.

I wish you progress in your studies and happiness in your life! -

What happened on the bus that time was that people now don't know how to respect the old and love the young, and they have completely forgotten the traditional virtues.

The other day.

I have seen such a thing on the bus.

A few days ago, my mother and I went to the shopping center by bus.

On the bus, I saw a very angry thing.

When the bus arrived at the station again, people got on the bus one after another, and finally a white-haired grandmother got on the bus, only to see her struggling to get on the bus with crutches.

There was no seat in the car, so the grandmother had to stand on it. The car started, the car shook back and forth, and the grandmother's body shook with it.

Grandma accidentally stepped on the foot of an uncle next to her.

The uncle immediately shouted, "You are blind! How to step on my foot? " The grandmother apologized to her uncle at once, but the man remained firm and scolded loudly: "Stay away from me, don't stand here.

"Grandma difficult to go.

The people in the car were very angry, and you blamed everything your uncle said on him.

The man blushed and realized his mistake. He got up and offered his seat to his grandmother, and then he was willing to give it up.

The uncle's behavior is very irritating. I hope everyone respects the old and loves the young. This is the traditional virtue of our Chinese nation, and we must never lose it!

Writing a composition on the bus inspired me from my life. This is something that happened to me. Whenever I see someone giving up their seat on the bus, I will recall it.

This incident not only made me feel ashamed, but also made me admire a complete stranger.

One Sunday morning a year ago. After class, I went to my father's office by bus.

As soon as I got on the bus, I quickly grabbed an empty seat and sat down without looking.

Then I looked into the carriage. There were really many people in the carriage. It was very crowded.

I was sitting leisurely, looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, when an old woman got on the bus.

"When I walked to my row of seats, I thought: There are still many stops from my father's unit. How tired it is to be crowded in the crowd after giving up your seat.

Do you want it or not? Just as I hesitated, a young man stood up and said to his grandmother, "Grandma, you can take my seat."

"Then, he carefully helped the old woman to sit down, and he always leaned back in his seat, holding on to the handrail with one hand and desperately resisting the crowded place.

Seeing that grandma had a seat, I didn't think about anything in my heart and continued to enjoy the scenery.

After several stops, only the people who came up from the front door did not see the people who went out from the back door, and the carriage became more crowded.

I saw that the young man was squeezed with sweat all over his face, his back gradually bent and he stood very hard.

Finally arrived at the terminal, many people got off, and the young man and I were also ready to get off.

Everyone pushed me to the car door.

Suddenly, I don't know who hit the young man's leg. The young man "ouch", gritted his teeth and got out of the car with a painful expression, covering his legs.

I feel very strange in my heart: can a bump hurt like this? I walked out of the bus with a "question mark" and saw the young man sitting on the side of the road, rolling up his trouser legs to check the wound.

Ah! It turned out to be an injured leg, and the knee was tightly wrapped with gauze. He's hurt! I stood there, stupefied, looking at the red scarf on my chest and feeling warm on my face.

Although it has been so long, I still remember it clearly.

This matter has always told me that being a helpful person can only be happier if you help others.

...

It's the end of winter on the bus. It's sunny in homework help, but I'm sleepy at the station.

On the bus, the stagnant air is mixed with noisy sounds.

Next to me stood a little man who smelled of green onions. His left arm is always in his pocket, but he is sweating. I think he is really a freak.

He wiped his sweat with his right hand, but his left hand was always in his pocket. I could see a trace of anxiety in his eyes, and I immediately thought that he was a thief.

I'm on high alert for him.

After one stop after another, there were fewer people on the bus, and I was a little far away from him. I thought it was better to do one more thing, but sometimes I really want to do more. He actually stepped on my foot, because his left arm didn't stretch out to hold the pole, which made me feel more and more unnatural.

I glanced at him, and my eyes were still flustered, but this time I saw the apology in his expression.

After a while, he suddenly asked me, "Is the%%% hospital coming soon?" I paused and said, "Just the first few stops.

"He spoke a little stuttering.

And he said to me, "You ...

There is a seat over there.

"Just arrived at the station again, the people in the car got off at his side, but it was this squeeze that squeezed out the secret of his left arm.

That's an empty sleeve. He is disabled! My psychological defense line has been broken.

He stared at the egg basket under his feet for fear that it would fall.

Only then did I see that he had a basket of eggs.

I feel that the sunshine outside hurts me, as if I were revealing my inner thoughts to the whole car. In those few short minutes, I felt that I was actually the unnatural person.

I said simply, "Sit down.

He slowly sat down in his seat, and then gently pulled the basket of eggs to his side as if it were a treasure. He picked something out of the egg basket, and I heard him whisper, "It's not broken ...".

"Then he took off his vest, neatly covered it, and then put his left sleeve in his pocket.

He looked out of the window and said, "The girl at home is ill. I'll take some eggs to see what's wrong. We can't cure it there, so we have to go to the city to see it. My family won't call me because I am disabled. Hey, I haven't been here for years. I don't know him. "

"Then he looked at me and said," That girl is about your age.

"I don't away, I don't know whether he is telling me or talking to himself. I'm just afraid that he will see through my guilt.

I really want to say that I wish your daughter a speedy recovery, but I can't say anything.

He seems to have been stung by the sun, but the sun has stung my heart.

He is a disabled person, but he is also a father. He is not tall. Although he doesn't have a sound body, he has a complete heart. In his short body, a powerful force was generated to crush me.

He is no worse than or even better than his father who usually has a luxury car.

After getting off the bus, a biting cold wind blew. I forgot it was winter, but the sun was still shining, which warmed my heart.

Author: Li Difan

Whether in dreams or when awake, we should try our best to keep them.

Keep the distant green.

Until one day, we can't find the green in our hearts through smoke and cement sand. What is left in the world? This is what all the environmental protection books mentioned want to remind us, and it is also the biggest worry in my heart.

We were born in this world where green and blue are intertwined. The sky, oceans, forests and mountains are all witnesses of our growth.

They watched us grow sturdily, watched us develop from slash-and-burn and homelessness to modern satellite cities, and shuttled freely between Mercedes-Benz and BMW. They guard us, hehe, our most basic living environment; We destroyed them just to be infatuated with the cold and high-grade "cement forest".

We once ended the life of the big tree with a straight face, but also ruthlessly disturbed the lives of various animals, and even "unconsciously" deprived the lake of its green will and the blue right of the sky.

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