Essay on the idea of picking up and dropping off children by an old man

When I took the bus home, it was the rush hour after work and school, and the bus was crowded with people in a short time. I was the last to get on the bus, so I had to rely on my more dexterous skills to get into a small space that I could hold steady. Sitting next to me was a very clever little boy who had met him at school.

Hey, wait! As soon as a trembling voice came into the carriage, I stopped looking at him. It was an old man with white hair, who was speeding towards the No. 4 bus!

Yes?! Another one?! "Get in the way!

Suddenly, the people in the car complained angrily until the old man got into the car. "Please give up your seat to the elderly, the weak, the young, the sick, the disabled, and those with children," the bus radio sounded. For a long time, there was no movement in the car.

Second time. The third time, the people in the car began to look around, as if they were kindly looking for the "old, weak, young, sick, and disabled" that the radio kept calling for. The old man is standing right in front of them!

I'm so angry, how can no one give up their seats? Is it because the old man's "redundant" identity is still lingering?! Or, all the people sitting in the car are "old, weak, young, sick, and disabled"?

Oh, they're so powerless! Just as I complained about how I hadn't managed to get a seat for the old man, he was already standing beside me. His hair was messy, and he had less of the mental pre-car game.

This must be the reason why he "shuttles" between the crowds, right? The old man tried to hold the handlebars steady, but every time the car bumped slightly, the old man leaned forward and my heart was grabbed. Why hasn't anyone given up his seat yet, and why hasn't anyone left a vacant seat after getting out of the car?

Suddenly, I said to the boy next to me, who looked a little arrogant, "Won't you give up your seat?" I don't know where the courage made me say that.

Anyway, I really regret it. What am I talking about? It's someone else's right not to give up their seats, how much can I manage?

Maybe he'll think I'm not in a normal mind, oh, let it go! The boy looked at me, quickly lowered his head, and laughed with his companion. Laughing at me for being naïve?

Eventful? Or "greatness" ?! Thank you, little friend!

It's the old man! I looked up and he was looking at me with a smile, and I smiled embarrassedly. "Thank you"?

I didn't help him, did he understand my heart to help him as much as I could? But somehow, my heart is empty and heavy, and it seems that I have lost the happiness I used to have

Children lack the love of their parents, and their parents are busy with work

It is possible to write in detail about the cold weather and the biting cold wind.

The old man himself was even wearing a single slipper, obviously hurrying from home, and in the process of waiting, the old man's hands were already red from the cold, his feet were shaking, and his hands were rubbing together.

When the child came, he helped him button every button.

Tidy up the collar of the clothes, and in the process of buttoning the buttons, because the fingers are frozen, they don't obey the call, and they don't stop using their hands.

Keep your child's hands warm in your arms.

In the end, the child left and stood at the school gate to watch him leave.

I didn't leave until I couldn't see anyone anymore.