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It happened to me. Whenever I see someone giving up his seat on the bus, I will recall it.

Last Sunday morning, I finished my English class and went to my father's office by bus. As soon as I got on the bus, I took the opportunity to grab a seat and sat down without looking. Then I looked into the carriage, and there were quite a few people coming up from behind. The whole carriage was like canned sardines, shoulder to shoulder and crowded.

I was sitting proudly and leisurely, watching the beautiful scenery of spring outside the window, when an old woman got on the bus and came towards me. I thought to myself: there are still many stops to my father's unit. After giving up my seat, I will be crowded in the crowd. How tired it will be. Do you want it or not? Just as I was hesitating, a young man stood up and said to the old woman, "Old man, please always sit here." Then, he helped the grandmother sit down carefully, while he kept leaning against the seat, clutching the handrail with one hand and struggling against the crowded space. When I saw that my grandmother had a seat, I didn't think about anything in my heart and continued to enjoy the scenery outside the car.

We passed several more stops, but only people came up from the front door, but no people got off from the back door. The carriage was even more crowded. I saw that young man was so crowded that he was sweating, his back gradually bent and he stood very hard. Finally arrived at the station, many people got off, and the young man and I were going to get off. Everybody, push and shove towards the car door. Suddenly, I don't know who bumped the young man's leg. The young man let out a scream of "Ouch", gritted his teeth, and got out of the car with a painful expression on his face, clutching his leg. I feel very strange in my heart: can a bump hurt like this? I got off the bus with questions. I saw the young man sitting on the side of the road, rolling up his trouser legs and examining the wound. Huh? ! It turned out that it was an injured leg, which was tightly wrapped in gauze. He was injured!

I stood there, stupefied, looking at the red scarf on my chest, and felt my face burning. I thought: I am a young pioneer, am I worthy of a red scarf? Compared with that young man, I am really ashamed.

This incident has always been imprinted on my mind, reminding me at all times that I can be happier if I have the courage to be a helpful person and help others!

I touched people around me

TV always says: Pay more attention to children in mountainous areas! Give your love! I can never find a chance to care about them. But last week, our newspaper organized us to offer our love. Now I can finally realize my dream.

With old quilts, clothes and thick books, our party came to the home of love. What? The picture in front of me surprised me. The house of "Love" is full of lights and golden light, just like a big palace. Everyone is amazed and looking for the target of this trip-the children in the mountains. Lao Li (but one year older than me) is quick-sighted and quick-handed: "Look, this is not a mountain child!" "

Several children in rags stood shyly beside the tall rostrum. Their hands seem to be dirty for a long time. I held my clothes and pulled Lao Li: "Why didn't the staff let them wash their hands? Why are they still the mountain children who appeared on TV last time? Are these the only people in the mountains? " Lao Li smiled helplessly: "Who cares?" With that, he picked up the camera and started shooting regardless of the children's opposition.

how can this be ignored? I'm angry. I pushed my way through the crowd and was about to find a way to figure it out when I suddenly saw a mountain child being left out by a quilt. When I approached, I found that his face was flushed and there seemed to be tears in his eyes. Curious, I approached him and handed him the clothes in my hand: "Hey, here you are." "Don't!" His reaction surprised me greatly. "Why, why?" The child seemed nervous: "Why do you all treat me as a special group?"? I'd rather study. " I am speechless. Looking at the group of mountain children who were scared by us pedestrians, looking at the flashing flash, I thought, "What are we doing? Is this donating love? " So I patted the child on the shoulder: "I'm sorry, but there may be something you want." I took out my primary school textbook and handed it to him. He looked at me and didn't refuse.

I held down Lao Li's flash: "You all stop!" Everyone else was surprised. "Are we doing this to help them? This is harmful to them. What are you doing here at this age without studying? They should go to school. And we are wasting their time here. You, you should let them go to school! " I'm a little incoherent. The owner of the "love" home seems to be stunned by me. My companions did not move either. Suddenly, applause thundered. Everyone agreed with my words with practical actions. Everyone put away their cameras, interviewed Ben, and asked the owner of the "love" home to send them to study. As a result, we watched the teachers in the nearby primary school confirm that they had accepted these students before leaving.

finally, everyone praised me in the car. I said, "we should not give love indiscriminately, but help them according to the reality." This is the real love. "

I clearly saw the tears of people around me. I smiled with relief.