If you are lisa, confide in your English friend Susan and write an essay on medicine in English 80 w

Hehe, I'm just passing by, no.

We always close ourselves to our own little world, we always see only what we have and ignore others. And when we open our eyes, we will find that there are many people in life who need our care and love...

She was one of two aunts who worked in the school commissary. Compared to another tall aunt, she is thin and unmobile. She always gets things done so slowly, even impatiently.

But she has a high nose bridge, a pair of large, gentle eyes, and that unadorned dress always makes people feel so simple and kind.

I remember the first time I went to the commissary to buy a book, I was in a hurry. Because the next class is an English class and I don't have an English book, but the end of the class is almost over. I rushed to the commissary like a deer, rushed to the counter without queuing and shouted to her who was thin

Auntie, buy an English book. She didn't seem to care about my anxious appearance at all, but she turned around slowly, and slowly recruited people in a pile of books. Watching her rummage through the clutter of merchandise made me impatient:

Auntie, if you find the book, our English class will be over! I threw out something like this, completely ignoring her feelings. Finally, she unhurriedly handed me the English book while smiling awkwardly.

I didn't care about her laughing, and I think she smiled at me just because she was sorry to see that she had delayed me.

It didn't pay any attention to me, and the semester went on. Later, every time I went to the commissary to buy something, I always liked to buy it from the tall aunt, not because of anything else, but because the tall aunt was sharper than her. Although her temperament is much better than that of a tall aunt, her slowness makes me unbearable!

And that day, I discovered the secret that she was always so slow to do things...

I can't remember what day of the week it was, but I remember it was when I went to the commissary after school, and the tall aunt's counter was locked. So I had to go to her and buy it. Because it was after school, there were only two or three people in the commissary, and it was not crowded.

I don't want to be left in the car because of her slowness. So I went inside the counter and went to get my stuff myself. When I walked into the store, I saw her legs – what a pair of legs!

One of her legs is very short, probably only two-thirds the length of mine. And the other leg is even more miserable. That leg is bent, just like we are squatting.

It can't straighten itself at all! So when she walks, she can only use her short leg to drive the other leg...

No wonder, no wonder! No wonder she was indifferent when she saw me in such a hurry to buy something for the first time, and no wonder she smiled awkwardly when she handed me the notebook. It wasn't that she didn't want to get the book to me quickly, but she couldn't do it at all!