Ask for a composition; I met such a person.

Sunday is my favorite day. I can breathe a sigh of relief after bidding farewell to the busy "study day" for a while.

In the morning, the sun is shining, and the little sparrow "chirps" nonstop, mixed with the music of my alarm clock.

Today, I am going to visit my primary school classmates. We have been apart for more than half a year. Walking on the crosswalk, I was humming campus songs as I walked, and I seemed to have unspeakable excitement.

The flower beds on the roadside are like colorful paints. Decorate the dead intersection beautifully. Such a beautiful scenery makes me want to take pictures.

"Oh, this damn puppy, how to use this as a toilet? What a nuisance! It has stained my leather shoes! " I saw a middle-aged woman frowning and sitting on the edge of the flower bed.

I laughed at her behavior in my mind. What did the puppy do to her? Who told her not to watch the road? But when I looked up again, she was gone, leaving only a few dirty tissues. I was disgusted at once: such elegant decoration was embellished by her "gift", which was very disappointing. "I really don't know how to care for the environment." This is the first impression she left on me.

Unfortunately, I met her on the bus, and I stood far away from her out of disgust.

"Cough, cough, cough" I heard that an old woman got on the bus with a cane. "buy a ticket!" The driver gave her an impatient look and shouted. The old woman searched almost all her pockets, but she still couldn't find the change. The driver gave her a strange look. Grandma seemed to notice and turned to leave. Then a hand grabbed her. That hand looks familiar. "Well, it's not ..." I looked up slightly. Ah, it's the middle-aged woman.

I saw her reaching out her other hand to the old woman, and the one-dollar coin in her hand was shining in the sun. It turned out that at this time, she extended a helping hand and wanted to help her grandmother. My face suddenly burned, and I realized my sadness. At the first moment when she held out her other hand, my dislike for her disappeared, leaving a touching scene.

Chang is ordinary and great in Lu Xun's works. This middle-aged woman is admirable in my eyes.

At that time, I had the idea of talking to her. I don't know her. This is our second meeting, but I don't have the courage. I hate myself because I am timid and shy.

It's been many days, but the light from that coin will never disappear in my memory!