I am a good young man in China.

As it was the starting station, there were not many people on the bus, so I found an empty seat. Cars run fast on flat roads, and rows of tall buildings retreat quickly. After several platforms came down, the passengers who came up one after another crowded the carriages. I am still sitting in my seat leisurely and comfortable, and I don't have to worry about my new leather shoes being trampled by others.

The car drove on, just as I was fascinated, an old voice interrupted my train of thought. "Wait ..." I turned to look, and it turned out to be an old woman. She is hunched, her hair is gray, her face is wrinkled, and a little girl of four or five years old is still in her right hand. It was hard, and her trembling left hand kept grabbing the handrail, but I don't know why, I grabbed it several times. I finally got on the bus, panting with fatigue. Although the people in the car are staring at grandparents and grandchildren, they seem to turn a blind eye to what is happening in front of them. Some looked out of the window, some talked and laughed, and even more strong young people sat in chairs ... thinking and thinking, suddenly feeling empty, as if they had lost something. Where are the virtues of the Chinese nation? Respecting the old and loving the young is what we young pioneers should do. After some intense thinking