I grew up with the red scarf, and the red scarf grew with me

The red scarf is an obtuse triangle cut from the flag. Ever since I was in the first grade of elementary school, I have been wearing a red scarf, and I feel very honored.

Since becoming a Young Pioneer myself, my clan has gradually learned to be tolerant, responsible, and conscientious. Listen attentively in class, actively raise your hand to speak, and have a correct font in the main subject workbook. Don't fight, love to work, love to learn.

The red scarf, a bright red scarf, encouraged me and made me run towards the ocean of knowledge.

When I was tired from class and wanted to lie down and rest for a while, I looked at it and sat upright. When I was tired from labor, I wanted to be lazy, and I looked at it, and I didn't know where the strength came from, so I swept it down again. When I finished drinking the milk, I wanted to throw the box of mills in my hand and walked away, and I looked at it, and I looked everywhere for the trash can.

Yes! Red scarf! You're the one who reminds me all the time!

and the story of the red scarf.

The red scarf, although it is just a simple piece of red cloth, sometimes it contains some special meaning. - Question.

The autumn wind is blowing, the leaves are falling all over the ground, and a golden season has arrived again.

I am still in this crowded small market, although the dancing red scarf on my chest is no longer there, but when I open the long-sealed memories, I can still find traces of the past.

At that time, I still had a bright red scarf floating on my chest, and when the wind blew, it twisted its body vigorously, trying to match the wind, like a burning flame.

I passed by a small market and saw a foreigner talking to a fruit farmer selling apples.

I thought to myself: the foreigner probably lived nearby, he wanted to buy apples, but he didn't want to go to the shopping mall far away, so he went to this small market, but he didn't expect that people didn't speak English, which obviously made him anxious.

I know a little English, so I wanted to help him, but I couldn't help but feel a little worried and scared, because he was a foreigner after all!

Just when I hesitated, the red scarf on my chest floated again. I saw it and thought to myself: if this foreigner can't buy apples, he may have a bad impression of China, and we may lose an opportunity to communicate abroad.

For the sake of friendship between China and foreign countries, I must resolve this matter. ”

I walked forward quickly, my heart pounding. When I walked up to the foreigner, I plucked up the courage to say hello to him, and then I asked him, "What can I do for yog?"

Can I help you? I don't know if it's because I'm nervous or not good enough, I don't know if he can understand it, I don't know if he can understand it?

He was very happy to hear that I could speak English, asked the farmer about the price of the apples, and then told him:

When he heard this, he immediately took out two dollars, and my question came again, the fruit farmer has little knowledge, he doesn't know how to convert money, and I'm young and don't have this knowledge, what can I do?

I didn't have enough English to explain to him. I had an idea, took out two yuan from my pocket and gave it to the grower, and weighed two kilograms of apples for the foreigner.

I explained the situation to him in very simple words, and he seemed to understand Adolf's words and would soon be able to speak Russian uiryaiuhr Gaza ah ** account opening non-understanding, and finally looked at my red scarf and walked away.

The cyclical man gave me an approving look, and although the foreigner didn't say anything, I knew that he must have remembered the red scarf, even though he didn't know what it meant.