Composition: Is there anyone around you who is as poor as Lao Wang but cares about others? Write a narrative, 600 words

Lao Wang, poor. He only rode an old tricycle, lived in a shabby hut and had no relatives. One eye is "snail eye" and the other eye is night blindness. I'm sick. I don't know what medicine I took when I spent money, but I haven't recovered. Lao Wang is really an unfortunate man.

Lao Wang, kind. The ice poison sent by Lao Wang is twice as big as his predecessor, and the price of ice poison is equivalent. "He didn't see through that we are bullying customers, and probably didn't expect this at all." He took Mocun to the hospital, but refused to accept money. He happily installed a half-inch high edge around the tricycle platform, as if with this edge, passengers would be surrounded without falling. On his deathbed, he generously gave Jiang Yang good sesame oil and big eggs. Such people are rare. ......

Every time I see Lao Wang send me eggs and sesame oil, my heart is shocked. Lao Wang was "firmly embedded in the door frame", "his eyes were covered with a layer of clouds" and "almost poured out of the coffin". There is a layer of yellow dry skin on the skeleton, and a stick will break it into a pile of bones. The entanglement of years and diseases makes the misfortune of unfortunate people even more unfortunate, which makes me feel afraid, uneasy and ashamed. Lao Wang, who is very poor and very ill, can generously give others good sesame oil eggs that he shouldn't or can't bear to eat, even though he is ill now. Lao Wang is really a good man.

Several years have passed, and I gradually understand that a lucky person is a pity for an unfortunate person. Why am I ashamed? In the dictionary, the word "regret" is interpreted as: feeling uneasy because of one's shortcomings, doing something wrong or not fulfilling one's responsibilities. The author believes that the lucky have the responsibility to care for the unfortunate, pay attention to their fate and help them improve their situation. Am I ashamed that I haven't done enough for Lao Wang? Or maybe Lao Wang has done too much for me? Or perhaps the misfortune of the unfortunate touched me?

After reading Lao Wang, I read his misfortune and his kindness and simplicity. No matter how poor he is, he can't hinder his enthusiasm. There are really not many such people now. When I read Lao Wang, I felt a little warmer and moved. Let's do more for the unfortunate people. ......