I sat in the seat behind the car, looking at the scenery outside the car and thinking about the homework left by the teacher.
Suddenly, something landed gently on my shoulder and my neck itched. My intuition tells me that it was your Excellency around me who hit a ton. I was just about to say something. Turn around. I was shocked: this is a girl's face, white, with even facial features, and a pair of beautiful eyes closed gently. Eyes as deep as the lake can be seen from the eyelids. The most intoxicating thing is that there is still a smile on her mouth-had a beautiful dream?
My face suddenly became hot, and I even felt that everyone in the car was staring at me. They seem to be pointing fingers, whispering and lamenting the corruption of society and the depravity of young people.
I stretched out my other hand to wake her up, but the raised hand was put down again, because the brain gave another order-let her continue her good dream.
In order to reassure myself, I gave myself a good reason: she just borrowed my shoulder. What happened? This is the same as borrowing a pen or a book. Give it back to me when she finishes. In this way, I confidently looked at those dirty eyes one by one, and couldn't help admiring the black hair, perfect face, slender eyelashes and charming smile again and again, as if all this was mine.
Unconsciously, an hour passed, and the scenery outside the car told me that it was time to get off. At the same time, I have a strange idea to get off at the finish line for her. But the schoolbag reminds me: I have to study at school at night.
Reluctantly, I raised my hand and gently woke her up. Her eyes opened. I saw them deeper and brighter than I expected, and a red cloud appeared on her face.
"I-I ..." She looked down and stammered.
"Excuse me, I'm getting off." I said, "Otherwise, you can continue to borrow my shoulder."
She didn't speak, just smiled, and the red clouds on her face were thicker than before.
After getting off the bus, I saw her waving to me.
A scene on the bus Composition 2 "We are the successors of capitalism ..." Every time I sing this glorious song, I will think of the scene on the bus, which is a beautiful scene, a scene that will make the red scarf fly, a scene that will make the five-star red flag slowly rise, and a scene that will make the young pioneers smile. Although, it was just an inconspicuous little scene on an unknown bus.
That day, I was crowded into a bus by the crowd, and finally found a seat to sit down and move. After two or three stops, several grandparents got on the bus, and soon someone gave them their seats, and several others didn't have seats. They all carry bags. When the car was shaking from side to side, I kept watching, thinking that someone would give them their seats, but I was sad to see that the adults with seats in front of them all bowed their heads and pretended not to see them. After a long wait, no one stood up. However, I went to school for a day and waited for the bus for a long time. I was really tired. Besides, the adults in front didn't let me. I think so. Suddenly a breeze blew and the red scarf floated to my chest. I suddenly felt: I am a young pioneer, so I should learn to be polite. So, I stood up without saying a word and called for giving up my seat to one of the grandmothers. At first, my grandmothers refused, but after repeated attempts, my grandmothers finally agreed. I feel very happy.
Seeing that I gave my seat to my grandmother, other primary school students began to give their seats to other grandparents. "Grandpa, sit down!" "Grandma, sit down quickly." Many passengers looked at us and I saw someone give us a thumbs-up sign. Those adults who didn't give up their seats bowed their heads. ...
"Give up your seat on Monday and comity every day. Please give your seat to passengers in need, thank you! " At this time, the familiar voice rang in my ear again, which was very kind. The red scarf on the chest became very bright and dazzling, and it fluttered slowly in the breeze.
It was a gloomy afternoon. Hui came out of the Internet cafe and got on the bus home.
Hui has not slept for three days and nights. His red eyes and smelly clothes make people avoid it! Hui looked at all the people to avoid him, the in the mind a little agitated. His hand habitually touched the pocket under his lower back, leaving only an empty cigarette case inside. Hui had to do nothing and observe the passengers in the car.
A man's strange behavior caught his attention. The man snuggled up to a girl, but the girl didn't seem to notice. Maybe she thinks the car is too crowded, but Hui doesn't think so!
He changed his angle, and sure enough, the man was gently cutting the girl's bag with a knife. For a time, a question fell on the head of this down-and-out young man in his early twenties, who was struggling whether to stop or let go. Finally, he didn't know where he got the courage. He stopped him. Taking advantage of a braking opportunity, he squeezed into the girl's side and pushed the man away. The man gave him a hard stare, but he was not afraid at all, and was full of joy of "getting rid of violence, doing justice and helping others"
Just then, the girl gave Hui a strange look and put the bag behind her on her chest. The girl found that the bag had a long cut, and immediately shouted "Stop thief, stop thief!" Then he grabbed Hui's clothes desperately.
Hui was pressed to the ground. He panicked and shouted, it's not me, it's really not me. He leaned forward to point out the real thief and found that the man had got off the bus.
Hui was desperate and said nothing. Perhaps Hui's poor image touched the girl's sympathy. The girl said, let him go, there is nothing to lose.
He was thrown out of the car by everyone, squatting on the side of the road, holding his head with his arm, and next to him was a bus after another.
Yesterday, Duan Duan, a good friend downstairs, dragged me to the bookstore to buy books. We went by bus. On the bus, Duan Duan and I both found a scene that was not "beautiful" and very disharmonious:
We got on the bus and there were no seats left. Behind us is an elderly grandmother, who slowly walks into the car and coughs from time to time. After coming to the front of the bus, the old lady waited for a while. Everyone on the bus pretends to be innocent, especially a beautiful young lady next to her. She crossed her legs and looked out of the window, chewing gum. She looks relaxed.
At this time, another grandmother in her early 60 s couldn't stand it anymore. She stood up slowly and called the old grandmother to sit in her seat. The grandmother thanked and thanked gratefully, and the grandmother who gave up her seat smiled and said, "When you are away from home, you have to take care of each other. It's okay. Sit down! " Seeing this, I am very angry and wonder why people are so rude now. On the bus, it is repeatedly said that "old people and children should be humble", but who did it? !
I don't know, at the next stop, an older man came up, about 80 years old. As soon as she got up, she ignored me and walked to the car door. The old woman who just sat down stood up. She also gave this seat to her 80-year-old grandmother like the last one. These three old people are talking and laughing in their seats, which is really lively and warm; People standing around, including me, cast respectful eyes on the three grandmothers. I admire the noble behavior of the three old people!
At the same time, I feel sorry for those who are beautiful but not beautiful inside. Five stresses and four beauties gave us the answer, but did people do it? We should also ask ourselves honestly: Are we really "beautiful people" in life?
In fact, I think the key to a person's beauty lies not in appearance, but in your behavior and quality. If you have good qualities, then I believe that you will also be a "beautiful person"!
(Note: The five stresses and four beauties refer to "stressing civilization, politeness, hygiene, order and morality; Beauty in mind, language, behavior and environment. )
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.
It was a Sunday morning. 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, and there were really many people in the carriage. The whole carriage is like a sardine can, side by side, 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 the seat, holding the handrail with one hand and struggling in 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, feeling my face burning.
A scene composition on the bus 6 One cold winter, the north wind roared and the small trees on the roadside were blown from side to side. Pedestrians in the street all bury their heads in their turtlenecks and want to go home early for a big dinner.
At the boarding point of the bus station, there is a very eye-catching big sign, and the five characters "mother and child boarding place" on it are particularly conspicuous. But in the boarding passage below the sign, there are four strong big men standing below. They are expressionless, pretending as if nothing had happened, waiting for the bus, but pushing the aunt with the baby who should have enjoyed this right aside.
Pseudoilliteracy 1-rational, true and powerful;
This "illiterate", with his hands in his pockets, a beer belly and brand-name leather shoes, knew at a glance that he was the manager. He stood straight in front, really "there is something in the sky, but there is nothing underground". Can't he see the clear Chinese character "mother and son get on the bus" overhead?
Pseudoilliteracy No.2-smug;
You see, this man is wearing a cotton-padded hat and coat, and his hands are in his pockets. It seems that he is deaf and can't see. It is really an old saying-out of sight, out of mind, out of mind.
Fake illiteracy No.3-fan dance type;
He has a pair of nearsighted glasses on his nose, a small fur hat and a high-grade down jacket. Is he really handsome and personable? He has "four eyes". Doesn't he know the words on the sign?
The fourth pseudo-illiteracy-the type of unscrupulous.
Look, this tall old four wears a big mask on his face, and a pair of "smart eyes" scan everything, but his eyes just don't fall on that brand.
These people can read, but why pretend to be illiterate? Because they are selfish, they only think of their own interests and have no consideration for others at all. From this, I think these fake illiterates are really common in society: there is a "no trampling" sign next to the grass, but there are always some people walking around it at will. But they didn't notice that the flowers and plants under their feet had been bent by them.
Speaking of which, I can't help thinking of a song; "As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world ..." I hope that there will be fewer and fewer "fake illiterates" in society, so that our society will be better and the warm sunshine will shine everywhere.
A scene on the bus composition 7 On the bus, there are all crowded people, talking on the phone and looking out of the window. It's almost the station, and they stand firmly on the handrail as soon as they get on the bus. I tightened my heavy schoolbag and rushed in, crowded, crowded!
I looked around, but I couldn't even grasp a handle. I can only rock clumsily, just like the steps I dance. This is a middle-aged uncle in front of me who seems to see my embarrassment. He tilted slightly to make room. I finally caught a chair armrest close to me in time and avoided the driver's "smart" sharp turn. My face breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that my uncle was not simply sideways, but only propped up my helplessness. After such a sideways, uncle's head seems to have raised a layer of aperture, holy and beautiful.
At this time, the middle-aged uncle got off at the station, and the people who got on the bus filled the space again. Just where I just shook, there was another aunt standing there. Before I could get up, a big brother leaned sideways and my aunt got on the back of the chair. Aunt leaned slightly and turned to nod and smile at her big brother. Eldest brother gestured, corners of the mouth slightly up. Outside the car, the sun has gradually set, and everyone in the car seems to be infected by a warm breath, flowing in the crowd.
The bus stopped again and people passed through it. Although crowded, it is orderly up and down. An aunt came from the front door with a bag and was sweating all over her face. I quickly stood up, and my aunt with her hand on the back of the chair leaned sideways. Aunt looked at me gratefully. I finally got out of the car and looked at the car that I started after I got out. I watched her back for a long time until the bus disappeared in the afterglow of the sunset.
On the bus, sideways is still staged every day. This small action made me see the simplest and most sincere goodwill between people.
A little kindness in life is so simple and ordinary, but it is affectionate. You don't have to feel the earth shaking, just moisten things quietly and silently. On the bus, we are not only passing by in a hurry, but also passing on our inner individuals. I am very grateful to that uncle, so I imitate his behavior and give it to those who need it. I hope I can pass on this love and let more people feel this little love. Starting from the little things in daily life, this love will make me happy and make more people feel warm!
It's raining heavily outside the window. I really want to stay at home and sleep in, but I have made an appointment to go to Tonglu to find friends in the morning. Well, there's nothing I can do but bite the bullet and get up.
Dad went to work early, so I had to hurry to the platform a mile away with an umbrella on my stomach and get on the bus.
People lined up to get on the bus one after another, some with coins and some with credit cards. It's my turn As usual, I took the citizen card and put it in the sensing area of the card reader. "Drop, please put in coins." Huh? Why is my citizen card useless? I paused and tried to brush it again, but there was a cold mechanical female voice in my ear. I was in a hurry, and the people waiting behind me were impatient: "Cary has no money, so coin it!" " "That reminds me, I quickly reached into my pocket and touched it, but it was empty! I just remembered, because I left in a hurry, I didn't even bring a dime! I will definitely miss the next bus when I go home to get it. Besides, it's raining heavily outside. " Sorry, master, I ... I forgot my money. "I'm so embarrassed." How to go out without money? This child is really ... "I heard someone whispering in the car, and every word stuck into my heart like a needle." I was so anxious that I was hot and dry, my face was flushed and sweat was beaded on my forehead. Coupled with the constant urging of the driver, I was extremely embarrassed. Seeing other people's strange eyes, I feel like a thief caught red-handed, and my heart is almost desperate. I can't wait to find a crack to get in.
Just as I was about to get off with my head down, I suddenly heard an angelic voice: "Don't go, little sister, I'll pay for your car." As soon as the voice fell, I heard the crisp coin-operated sound. As if I had caught a lifeline, I suddenly turned my head and looked into my sister's eyes. She is not outstanding, but handsome, with clear and bright eyes and no clutter. I just stared at her for a few seconds until she said, "Come on up, everyone is in a hurry." I quickly sat down next to this sister: "Sister, thank you so much today." She just chuckled: "Nothing, just a dollar, just pay attention later."
Her smile is beautiful and sweet, and I haven't forgotten it so far. In my most embarrassing moment, an unknown sister helped me. Although it is only a dollar, I can feel the kindness and warmth inside, which has moved me for a long time.
It was a hot summer day, and I went to the county to participate in the live calligraphy competition. I don't know why, there were too many people on the bus that day, and all the seats were full. Because it is summer, there are many people on the bus. Although the air conditioner is on, everyone is still sweating. I am struggling to find a gap in the cracks.
"Classmate, come, I'll give you a hand here." "Thank you." I looked up with difficulty. It turned out to be a police uncle. I can't wait to reach out. I fought back the urge to vomit, calmed my little heart that was about to jump out and took a long breath!
"Uncle, you also crowded bus? How cool it is to drive a police car! "
"In our Caobu police station, I am the only classmate who went to the county to participate in the civilized Rudong on-site meeting and travel environmentally."
"I'm Cao Bu. By the way, thank you, uncle. "
While speaking, a 70-year-old grandfather got on the bus. Everyone stared at him as soon as he got on the bus. I thought to myself: the old man is old and strong, and he keeps patting his chest with his hand. There must be something wrong with him.
I stole a look at him and saw him carrying a big bag and holding a small bag in his hand. Bang, the driver suddenly braked again, and the people in the car staggered. Because my hand held the handle tightly, everything was all right. The old man almost fell to the ground because he didn't have anything to support at the moment and didn't stand firm. The people around him immediately stabilized him. The old man is touching with his hands, and his face is full of pain. In the face of my grandfather, how should I bear it? Although I was a little dizzy and my body kept shaking, I gave my grandfather a handle.
"It's really bring trouble to everyone. My child who is a traffic policeman didn't have time to pick me up on duty today, so I had to go to see a doctor alone. " "Grandpa, you have a good son. We police should put social stability first, but sometimes we can't be filial! " Next to the person of hometown-police uncle took us, "is to see a doctor. I'll take you to the people's hospital when I get to the county. "
"Grandpa, come and sit with me." My aunt stood up and gave up her seat and said with a smile.
"Thank you very much." Grandpa looked at the crowd around him with a grateful face.
God, it's still hot, but my heart is calm. ...