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One thing that touched me.
Whenever I pass around the corner of the school, I always think of one thing.
Here's what happened: That spring, when I was in the fourth grade, the road near the school was dug up with dirt because of the water pipes, which made the already narrow road even narrower. Every noon after school, there are crowds of people here, rubbing shoulders with each other, and even chaos, making it difficult for people to go home.
On this day, I rode along with the slow crowd like a snail. When I got to the corner, suddenly, I lost my balance. The people behind me hit my car by accident or on purpose.
What's stuck in my wheels? I couldn't ride it no matter how I rode it, and the bike began to sway from side to side. Finally, with a "boom", I fell to the ground with the car and the car, and the person who hit me slipped into the crowd.
My left foot was crushed under the heavy car, and I couldn't pump it anymore. A big cut was also made in the knee of my right leg, and the pain in my heart came at me one after another, and I couldn't even move, and my tears flowed down my eyes. I looked at the passers-by with a pleading gaze, but they didn't even look at me.
I couldn't stand up, so I had no choice but to move.
Just when I was feeling hopeless, an older sister stopped by my side and "rescued" my crushed foot. She helped me up first, then helped me up, and asked me with concern while helping me pat the dirt, "Are you okay?"
Helping me wipe my tears again, I sobbed and said, "It's okay, it's okay, thank you." "Little sister, be careful in the future......"Big sister's words flowed into my heart like a warm current.
I will never forget that big sister, who helped me when I was most desperate, and although I don't know who her name was, I am grateful to her from the bottom of my heart, always, always.
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In this thriving city, we often overlook some small corners and always move towards the latest novelty? The most popular things move forward, never stop to look at the world in the corners of the city, let alone care, but in these small corners, there are many warm and touching stories that are waiting to be taken seriously.
Have you ever seen some old woman struggling to walk down the street with a heavy cart? That's right, they are their compatriots who make a living by picking up these treasure bottles. These mothers-in-law always step on a stumbling pace, with their skinny hands, pushing the PET bottles, cardboard boxes, etc. they picked up today, and use them to make resources**, living on that meager salary.
However, they never complained, but worked harder, and even continued to share the money with those who were more in need, this selfless love deeply touched me, and made me sincerely respect and sympathize with them.
When you walk down the street, do you notice why the street is clean every day? In fact, this is all the credit of the cleaner! Early in the morning, on the way to school, I often saw the cleaner, who was waving a broom vigorously, putting the naughty leaves and ??
The garbage was swept into the buckets, and the scavengers never complained about his work, always working hard, single-mindedly trying to keep the streets clean and earn money to support their families. Sometimes, when the cleaner sees me, he will politely say good morning, which makes people's hearts full of great warmth and joy.
In fact, there are more touching stories in a corner of the city, so we should also stop, return to simplicity, care for our society with love, actively help people in need, and respect all walks of life, so that every corner of the city is illuminated by stars.
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