Uncle Zhao's composition on campus cleaning.

I remember when I was in kindergarten, such an incident happened: one afternoon after school, I came to my door and remembered that my mother said that she was working overtime today and asked me to wait for her at the door. So, I sat on the small round and cold stone chair at the door, looking at the colorful clouds in the sky and waiting for my mother quietly.

A few hours passed, and the blue sky became gray, but my mother was still gone. I'm so anxious that tears are coming out, and I'm still thinking anxiously: why hasn't mom come back yet? Don't you want me? ..... At this moment, Uncle Zhao, the community security guard, came over. He touched my head gently with his rough big hand and said, "Good boy, what's the matter? Tell grandpa. " I sobbed and said, "grandpa, mom ... mom doesn't want me." Hearing this, Uncle Zhao smiled and said, "Silly child, mom doesn't want you! He went to earn money. It is cold, so it is easy to catch cold outside. Let's go to the security room with grandpa and have some boiled water. " Say, then took my hand and walked to the security room.

That is a small house. There is only a small bench, a desk and an old-fashioned radio in the room. Uncle Zhao asked me to sit down and poured me a cup of hot water. I gently picked up the cup and took a sip carefully, and my young heart became warm in an instant. ...

I grew up gradually, and my childhood memories faded with time. Only this thing, like a gem, is buried in my heart forever. ...