This is a bustling street. My family and I looked around like shotguns, but none of them suited our taste. We walked wearily. At this moment, a strange boy came into my sight. He walked quickly forward, followed by a woman. At this time, I noticed that the child had big eyes, a slightly higher nose, and was wearing earth tone's clothes. He was not tall. He looks like a child in grade three or four, and he seems to be from Xinjiang. At this time, he approached the woman, who seemed to notice something and immediately took her carry-on bag to her chest. At this time, my heart, with the nervousness of women, suddenly realized that it was a thief! Then, as soon as the child saw that the situation was not good, he immediately turned to another target, quickly followed, reached out his evil dirty hand and reached into a man's pocket. ...
Because that man is walking in the opposite direction to us, I dare not turn my head and look back at the scene behind me.
At that time, my heart was like a fire burning: anger! It's like being pinned down by a stone: distress! I was thinking: Is that a thief? I repeatedly overturned my idea, but in the end, I learned from my parents that he was really a thief! I'm surprised. Why is he not a lively and helpful little boy, but a really skilled thief? I was so surprised that I felt the complexity of society and the stain in some people's hearts. I'm ashamed of him. You have no idea how skilled he is. You don't know how calm he was when he committed a crime. You don't know that such a boy simply destroys the true feelings and the purity of the soul.
I think I'm pinned down by a stone, and I'm thinking ...
I hate thieves!