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The motto of teenagers to protect their handwritten newspapers

From the words "learn to protect yourself", I think: life belongs to us only once. If we want to cherish life, we must learn to survive and protect ourselves.

I once saw a story on the Internet: I remember one Thursday afternoon, after school, "I" walked home happily. When I walked to the neighborhood Committee, I saw that the road was being built ahead, so I detoured and walked home from another path.

Walking, I suddenly heard a voice: "Little Sister, are you out of school?" I looked up and a strange middle-aged man appeared in front of me. "Well, school is over." "I" casually replied. "I am your father's colleague. Don't you know me? " The stranger smiled and said to me. "I" looked up at him and remembered my father's colleagues I had met. "I have prepared some delicious sweets for you." Then he took me by the hand and took out some sweets for me. I'm thinking, I haven't seen this man before. Is he mistaken for someone else or ... "I" had an idea and asked, "Do you drive a truck, too? Where did my father drive today? " "yes! Yes! Your father drove out and asked me to pick you up. " After that, the stranger peeled a candy and wanted to put it in my mouth. "This is a bad guy. My dad doesn't drive at all. " I suddenly became nervous. What should I do? I have seen many cases of bad guys cheating children on TV and in newspapers and magazines, and I only met them today. What should I do? There must be something wrong with the sugar in his hand. I can't eat it. "I don't eat sugar, didn't dad tell you?" "I" said quickly, "Oh, I forgot." The stranger put the sugar into the bag reluctantly. "I'll take you to see your father." He took my hand and said. I walk slowly, but my brain is running at a high speed. Usually, my parents taught me many ways to save myself and protect myself, and there were many articles in magazines. By the way, I have an idea. "Every time I go to my father, I will buy a pack of cigarettes for my father. We will go to a small shop to buy cigarettes and go to my father. " "I" smiled and said to the stranger, "OK, hurry up, your father is waiting for you." Looking at his self-righteousness, "I" couldn't help laughing internally: you have been cheated. The stranger took my hand and came to the store. At this time, "I" pointed to the oncoming man in the distance and said, "Dad, why are you back?" The stranger's face suddenly became tense, and his hand tightly holding me suddenly loosened. "I" said to the stranger, "Dad is back. Let's go there! " "No, no, I left early." I saw him say in panic, then ran to the back and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

This incident tells me a truth, don't eat strangers' food, and keep calm when you meet bad people.

Use your wisdom correctly to deal with the bad guys, so as to achieve the purpose of self-protection.

How important it is to learn to protect yourself! It can not only help us when necessary, but also save us a lot of unnecessary troubles.

In society, we should learn to protect ourselves. Come and listen to my self-preservation story!

Segment 1:

One day last summer vacation, I was alone at home. A man rang the doorbell, and I saw from the door that it was an unknown uncle. "Uncle, what can I do for you?" I asked. My uncle replied, "I am your father's college classmate." I thought to myself: ask a few simple questions first. I asked, "What does my father do? What does he do? How old is he? " "Your father's name is Dong Jizhong, and he works in an epidemic prevention station," said his uncle. "I forgot how old your father is. I have answered all the questions, so you can open the door! " "No, I ask you again, did our family buy a car?" "Don't ask, that's all I know." I think this man is a bit like a liar. He said, "I'll call my father and ask his college classmates if anyone is coming today." "Very good." I said so, but when I called, this uncle had already slipped away. What a liar.

The second part:

One day the year before last, I went home by car alone. On the way, an aunt suddenly appeared. She said to me, "Little friend, are you hungry or thirsty?" I said to my aunt, "Aunt, I'm not hungry or thirsty." I added, "Aunt, I don't know you. Why do you want to give me food and drink? " "Because I am your aunt!" "Don't lie to me, I only have one aunt, in the high-tech zone." "I really am your aunt. When your father was young, your grandfather took me, your aunt and your father out to play together. I got lost. They all thought I was dead, but I didn't die and was adopted by good people. " "I know you are a liar, my father never told me. If you stop me again, I will call the police. " "Okay, okay, I'll go, I'll go right away." I didn't expect to run away as soon as I called the police That's a clever move.

The third part:

This happened one day the year before last, and I went home by myself. As soon as I got off the No.45 bus, an aunt ran up to me and said, "Little sister, let me take you home." I said to my aunt, "thank you, no need." I can go home by myself. " "I'll take you home. There is still a lot of food and drink in the car. " "Aunt, I really don't need it. My family lives in the front. " "I'll take you home, so you don't have to go again." "I don't know why you want to take your car. I see, you are a liar, I want to call the police. " Because of my last experience, I don't have to be afraid. In the blink of an eye, the liar slipped away again. I managed to escape again.

These three stories are all my own experiences. It is found that there are many swindlers in Suzhou, so we should strengthen our awareness of self-protection.

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Bright sunshine, my naked sadness, what is the reason, I am different from children of the same age? -inscription

Sometimes, I think if there is no harm between people, there is no protection. I think, in front of an honest person, no one will cheat him, in front of a kind child, no one will treat him badly, and in front of a sincere heart, no one will be hypocritical. . . . . .

When I was a child, I always thought I would grow up like this, but behind the rainy season, we grew up in a dull pain. I see that not every teacher is as kind as I imagined, and not every classmate is as friendly as I hoped. When I was brutally slapped by life, this child who was loved and set an example from childhood suddenly lost the direction of growth and was really hurt at once. I think that as long as I am good to others, others will be good to you; I think the beginning of life is good in essence. I thought people didn't ask for anything in return, but it didn't hurt, because I did it for everyone and everyone did it for me. I think everyone is a paradise of love, everyone is an angel and has the kindness of an angel. . . . .

Growing up, I seldom make a hullabaloo about and get rough with others. The words of parents and teachers are the imperial edict, and I have never done it seriously. My classmate's request is trust, and I don't know how to refuse. My mother taught me patience and tolerance, and taught me to be kind to everyone around me; The teacher taught me to give, to gain happiness in giving and dedication, and to improve myself. However, why, gradually, more and more people are injured.

Am I wrong? I'm too honest, too upright, too naive, too naive? A friend said, "Mashan was ridden, but people were bullied." I don't believe it. My family says that society will be so bullying and afraid of hard work in the future, but I don't believe it either. I believe so stubbornly in the power of influence. I think there should be more love and trust between us. Everyone should mind their own business. Nothing is difficult in the world, right?

However, when the reality is in front of me, I seem so helpless and lonely. When I was injured, I still couldn't believe it. I don't know how to protect, really, I never thought that the injury would be unprovoked and innocent. Can't you use love to imprison every inch of the wound in the depths of the bud?

Ben's father said I should learn to protect myself. I don't understand and I can't learn. Why protect yourself in a world that should be pure and true?

What happened recently made me think a lot. About growth, about giving, about society, about the world. I know that the world is not as perfect as I imagined, and the society is not as simple as I imagined. Naive I am at the crossroads of growth, silently counting. . . . . When my simplicity becomes the reason for others to laugh at me, when I am hurt, I still don't believe that they are intentional. Now, I just think that each of us has our own reasons for doing everything. I will learn to respect, understand and fulfill everyone's reasons, whether he is reasonable or not, whether I will get hurt or not, whether you are kind or not.

Not because you are cruel, but because I am not strong enough. In the soft season, I choose to quietly pay homage to my lost friendship. I know that there is no real silence in the country of friendship, only eternal blessings. May all my friends who have nothing to do with me have their own happiness and happiness! As my sister said, silence may be a blessing, and I will bless you.

Perhaps because I am used to being protected by my parents and teachers, I learned not to protect myself.