Tokyo sardine photography

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.

One Sunday morning a year ago. 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 grandmother to sit down, and he always leaned back in the seat, holding on to 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, looking at the red scarf on my chest, feeling my face burning. I think: I am a young pioneer. Do I deserve a red scarf? I'm ashamed.

Although it has been so long, I still remember it clearly. This matter has always told me that being a helpful person can only be happier if you help others.

On Monday, I only remember that I had been looking forward to watching the Tokyo trial in the afternoon since morning ... tears rolled down my eyes. That cinema is really annoying. I was going to take the bus, but later I found that I didn't know which bus to take (my girl and I are both road idiots ~). We didn't ride a bike, and we don't intend to take a taxi to the cinema in luxury. We just ran and walked for 30 minutes. Ah ah, don't say anything feminine. Think about it. I carry a super-large schoolbag (now I know that the schoolbags of high school students are very heavy, and there are so many books that teachers don't let them put them in the classroom. It's so heavy). I have a school uniform coat in my left hand and a water bottle in my right hand, and the road surface is uneven (it is said that the floor tiles on that road have not been trimmed for a long time, and there are really too many ~). I have to endure endless coquetry bombing and questioning shelling of bamboo ... 555. I studied there for at least two years (my primary school is close to my high school). How could I not know where the cinema is? How could I doubt me? (Bamboo: Who took us in the opposite direction last time we went to Wangfujing? Hmm? Ruoruo: Zhu Zhu, I was wrong. ...

I won't say much about movies. I wrote an essay that day-"Tokyo Trial". In short, it is an excellent film (teacher's language) suitable for all ages. This is full age, but it shouldn't be full age? After all, students like Hanazono Sakura are not suitable for watching ~ I think it is irresponsible for her to watch the Japanese nonsense "Honor" with tojo hideki as the leading role.

I don't want to talk about Hanazono Sakura's anger at me. After all, I have to save face for Hanazono Sakura after everyone's class. ! Then you wrote that article! Ruoruo: sinister smile ... you deserve it! Who dares you to say loudly that watching the Tokyo trial was super boring and fell asleep in the morning self-study session? Newcomer ~ Hanazono Sakura: You, you, you still said it! I wish I didn't say what you really made me angry. Hanazono Sakura: You're right! Ruoruo: At that time, he dared to say, "The quality of China people is low. What is a millennium civilization? That's bullshit！ I just worship foreign things, so what? ! I intend to go abroad in the future. Anyone who stays in China will be deprived of oxygen. Now you want to deny it? Hanazono Sakura: He vomited blood and died. If: Hum, if I hadn't sworn not to hit anyone in high school, I would have beaten you until you vomited blood).

So I said, please ignore the contents in the braces above, thank you very much (bow).

On Wednesday, something related to my fate came-

I cann't believe we changed seats

Thank you ~ Zanfo ~ You are so great ~ Finally let me leave that remote corner where I can't see anything and move from the position near the window to the position near the door ~ Now I should be able to see all the blackboard books in math class ~

However, please note that it says it should, but in fact? I am very responsible to say that I can still see half of the blackboard books, and now I can't even see a quarter! I have to copy my notes (Zan Xinxin ~ It's good to have you as my deskmate! The party and people will thank you! )。 Ah, also, the new deskmate is a girl (that's for sure), and finally got rid of the small side (if: dead! Never let me see you again! Bian Xiao: But next week ... Don't you have to change seats? Ruoruo: No! ! )。 Sitting behind me on the left is Xiaoding. Although Xiaoding's name is very good, why doesn't his mother have any ideas or something? Finally, it's Ding. Why not Ding? At least mix Ding's reputation ~ (The table asks me why I think of Ding when I talk about Ding, but I can't help it. Who told me to watch Elvis walk into the crosswalk and then watch Beatrice? It's not my fault ...) Ahem, Xiaoding is a good classmate, which is really cute to say ~ Although he studies well, he often appears sloppy behavior (Xiaoding goes into chaos:) Ruoruo: Is it necessary for me to be polite to a guy who can't even name me? ! Xiaoding: Li ... that ... that, that thing ... I was wrong ... what's your name again? Ruoruo: Go to hell! )。

In addition, there is a very lovely thing, that is, Xiaoding next door is our male monitor ~ I remember him so deeply not because I have a heart for him, but because his name is so cute-CPPCC (homophone). Baa baa, the monitor is definitely the material for future politics.

There is another very important thing about Wednesday, that is-Dangdang ~ elective course ~! ~! ~! My long-awaited elective course officially appeared (although it was still in the registration stage), when I got the registration form excitedly (by the way, the registration form was very powerful, which made me depressed and reminded me of the senior high school entrance examination)! My heart! That's really-pull cool pull cool, broken all over the floor. (Teacher's words: Take a broom and sweep it up. Such a broken floor is unsanitary. If you are born on duty later, you will be deducted! If: tears streaming down my face ... I see ...) You see, my long-awaited art elective course has no di~ My long-awaited poetry club is nonsense di~ My long-awaited French elective course is illusory DI ~ Even the teacher who teaches music appreciation is the grumpy aunt who wears glasses and combs her hair meticulously. At first glance, she thought she was a white-collar worker rather than an amiable teacher (take a breath and drink some water)-Chu. Under these heavy blows, I insisted on the concept of "never taking the science exam" and discussed it with a Zhu for a long time. Finally, three items were determined: appreciation of world cultural heritage, general situation of Britain and America (English) and rambling in the Red Chamber (I wanted to apply for Peking Opera, but ... 555, Zhu Yikou refused. .......

Thursday was a calm day, and everything was fine, except for the condolence telegram from my classmate Hu, who was far away in Shenzhen in the afternoon, which made my brain almost explode.

In addition: if Hu is lucky enough to see this weekly diary, then, that sentence I have been unable to say, I will tell you now through this dear blog-

I know you are sincere to me, but I really don't have such a mind. Sorry, please give up!

Friday to today (yesterday? ) ~ In computer class, we worked in groups to make a website with the theme of art, but unfortunately I was elected as the team leader (tears streaming down my face ...)

Also, I was really depressed when I was in Chinese class today. Miss Li, you really disappoint me! The last time I answered the question, I started from the group near the window (that is, I answered it first). What about this time? You said that you should change the direction this time and start reading from the group closest to the door (that is to say, I am the first person to read). How can you walk so far? ! Thank you, you are still my idol. ......

Well, after talking a lot ... I found it easy to recall some small things in the morning ... I climbed down to sleep, and tomorrow (today? ) I want to write a weekly diary for my teacher ~ (Miss Li: It's not called a weekly diary, how vulgar it is. This is called an essay. If if: ... it's all the same ...)

Good night ~ hail Mary ~

The past keeps flowing in my memory, and one of them, like a beautiful wave full of father's love, often appears in front of my eyes. It is so ordinary, but it makes me unforgettable.

That was in the fourth grade. As night fell, I didn't want to go home and put my schoolbag, so I got on the bus and ran to the swimming pool. When I got there, I quickly put on my bathing suit and plunged into the cold pool water.

The snoring in the swimming pool and the shouting of the coach seem to cover up the sudden storm noise outside the house. The temperature outside the heart has dropped from a dozen degrees to several degrees, but although we can't see the sweat on our bodies, we will feel the heat on our bodies.

An hour has passed, and the heavy rain doesn't seem to feel tired, but it is still strong and unyielding. We all hid in the nearby carport one by one. Although it is summer, I can feel the biting cold of the wind. I took out my bath towel and wrapped it tightly around me, quietly waiting for the rain to stop its roar.

Several parents pick up and drop off their children intermittently.

The rain wet my clothes. I stood alone in the carport, looking for help, but there was no one around.

Looking into the distance, I vaguely saw a man struggling to ride a bicycle, wearing a raincoat and holding a big bag of things in his hand. The shadow is getting closer and closer. It is a familiar figure. I immediately realized that it was dad. I looked around my father, looking for me everywhere. I waved my hand vigorously and shouted, "Here it is! Here it is! " Dad heard it was fun and rode to me at a faster speed.

Dad got off the bus and quickly brought the bag. He opened it and found it was a raincoat and clothes! Dad put it on me. I looked at my father carefully: my hair was tightly drenched on my head and my clothes were soaked. At this point, my father seems to be a few years older.

Later, I learned that my father had delayed my time because I was looking for clothes with ribbons. In order to find me conveniently, I rode my bike all the way in the heavy rain.

The storm turned into a rain curtain, and the rain safety curtain turned into a light rain, and finally it cleared up. It seems that I can't bear to do it again. I know it was moved by this great father's love.

Comment: When writing this article, I really want to cry. In the process of reading to my father, I wanted to cry loudly, but I held back. After remembering this, my father had a high fever because I was ill, but I never had a ribbon. My father gave me an umbrella and covered it once. After listening to my reading, my father said, "Do you remember this thing?" After listening to this sentence, I was surprised, but in addition to my surprise, I was in deep thought: judging from my father's performance, I felt that I didn't care about my parents too much, only that my parents should take care of us. From now on, I will use more actions to show that I love them.

I like sunshine because it warms everyone. Regardless of men, women and children, he does not hesitate to give love. I like spring because it drives away the cold and gives life. No matter how firm the steps in winter are, we can spread the earth with the energy of love without flinching.

Yes, they use the power of love to resolve all sadness and obstacles. They like to give love, which is a persistent love and a stubborn beauty. Its essence is to spread the fragrance of love, not for anything else, because of love, because we enjoy love together.

As usual, I started to change my weekly diary and suddenly found an untidy short weekly diary. Whose is this? How dare you write a weekly diary like this! Turning to the cover, I couldn't help being taken aback. It turned out that she got excellent grades in the class. Can't be wrong? Yes, that's her. Suddenly, a burst of anger came to my mind. How can she be so perfunctory? Can't be tolerated. As the class representative kept a diary, I said to him, "Go and call her." But I waited all afternoon, but I didn't see her. So I'm even angrier. How can a good student in my mind be like this?