Beautiful Xia Jin in the fifth grade composition

It was an early summer morning, and it was raining in Mao Mao. I'm on my way to school. The road is slippery, so I have to be careful at every step. I walked through the rain with an umbrella. Suddenly, in the confused rain, a thin sound shadow with a car full of golden oranges overturned on the side of the road. I hurried over to have a look. I saw a middle-aged woman lying on the ground, and many pedestrians around me stuffed their bags one by one, forgetting time and decency. I don't know why, I couldn't help picking up the oranges on the ground and trying to stuff them into my bag, but then I thought, the teacher said, you can't do such a thing. It is not easy for others to make money by selling oranges. Am I still a good student? I walked up to the woman, lifted her up with both hands and helped the overturned car. I squatted down and picked up the oranges from the car one by one. The woman came over and looked at me with grateful eyes. She fought back tears and said to me, "thank you, little girl, you have to go to school." Let me do it! " Yes, I must go to school! If I'm late ... after thinking for a moment, I picked up the orange again and said to my aunt, "I'd better come!" " This is what I should do. "People felt ashamed and put oranges in the car. At this time, the woman kept saying with tears in her eyes: "Thank you! Thank you! "Picked up for a long time, the orange finally obediently returned to the car. I'm already sweating. My aunt picked up an orange and forced it into my hand. I don't want it. After some rejection, I had to walk on my way to school with an orange.

Tasting the sweet and delicious oranges, my heart is full of joy. Because, this accident has made me understand a lot. ...