What embarrassing experiences have you experienced on your way to and from school?

Walking on the road after school, I suddenly felt that the person in front of me was very similar to my classmate, and then ran over excitedly, and then I remembered that I recognized the wrong person, and it turned out that the classmate was not on the way with me, and I really recognized the wrong person, so I felt very embarrassed.

When I was on the way to and from school, I would often walk with my friends, eating while walking, and the food was very simple, spicy strips, instant noodles and some small Xiaoice sticks.

I remember when I was in junior high school, I rode a battery bike to school, and there were a lot of nails on the road, and my battery bike tires were always punctured, and then I was really embarrassed to push the battery bike to school.

I remember once going to school, walking on the road and bowing my head to play with my mobile phone, and then I met my homeroom teacher, who was forbidden to bring mobile phones in the class, but I let him meet him on the road, very embarrassed.

I remember when I was in high school, I rode a battery bike to school. But I always forget to charge the battery car, every time I don't have power and I push the battery car to walk and walk, I feel particularly ashamed.

I often forgot to zip up my school bag, and then I rode my bike and bag to school, often staring at others along the way.

Sometimes when I come home from school, I always fantasize about whether it's like the plot in the TV series, there will be a boy who likes me behind me, and then protects me and sends me home.

It was another sunny noon, and as a student on duty today, I went out to school on the 14th after eating early. Walking quickly to Linda's stationery store, I saw that there were always people looking at the old man leaning on the steps. Among them, an aunt asked the little boy next to her to hand the old man two oranges.

Seeing the old man's ragged clothes, I guessed that he might be a homeless person. So I plucked up the courage to walk towards the old man: Grandpa, are you hungry?

The old man looked at me with old but still bright eyes, patted his stomach and said in a dialect that I couldn't hear clearly: Hungry, hungry. Grandpa, you're waiting for me!

I ran to the steamed bun shop on the side, only had two yuan in my pocket, and asked the proprietress how many steamed buns I could buy for two yuan. Then I ran back with two vegetarian buns and gave them to the old man.

The old man took the bun and before he could say thank you, he took one out and stuffed it into his mouth. I asked him, "Don't you have any children?"

No, the old man shook his head and said, we were ...... thenHe was slurring his words while eating the buns, and I didn't understand a few words. I looked at the watch in my hand, and it showed that it was already half past one, and I still had to be on duty, so I said goodbye to the old man first. On the way, I felt the joy of being helpful, and I began to feel that everything in the world was beautiful, so much so that when I waited for the train at the station, I couldn't help but smile all the time and observe everything carefully.

Because of such a small thing, my mood suddenly brightened up a lot.

When I got home in the evening, I told my mother about it, and she said, "You are not stupid, it is all a lie." Do you know that it was reported on TV that the reporter followed an elderly beggar to his house, but he didn't expect that although the appearance was not conspicuous, the inside was magnificent, and the annual salary was much more than that of ordinary people, do they take this as their job?

However, that old man is really simple. I was extremely reluctant to believe what my mother said, because the old man was indeed very pitiful, not like those fake beggars, and the buns were not a valuable thing, but the old man was indescribably grateful to me. Silly boy, don't do stupid things in the future.

A beggar is a person who taxes our conscience. Do you remember? I nodded, turned and went back to the house.

It turns out that I also heard my grandmother say that at that time, they were grateful to the beggars on the roadside who had eaten a few mouthfuls of pears, and now the beggars only need money. If those fake beggars can earn money with their own hands and make a living, they can also make those poor homeless people get help from well-wishers. But now, there are so many people, people choose to avoid in front of their conscience, choose not to donate money to those roadside people, at most a few cents in their pockets will be thrown into the bowl.

I hope that the society can be more pure, I hope that the old man can get a better life, no matter what, we have to help those in need.

An incident that happened on the way to a piano lesson is still unforgettable to me, and it makes me even more frightened.

That morning, the sun was shining and the sky was cloudless. I excitedly ran to school with my bag on my back.

When I got to the intersection, I looked up across the road: Hey, green light! I had just taken a step forward when a shadow rushed towards me, but I didn't care.

As it got closer and closer to me, I realized that a bike had come closer. Before I could dodge, I was knocked to the ground by my bike. <>

Why don't you hurry up? The cyclist angrily accused. I was speechless for a moment, looked at the big man with aggrieved eyes, and then looked at the green light that only had five or six seconds left, and thought:

Don't you know it's just a green light? I stroked my injured arm, held back the tears rolling in my eyes, and just got up to leave, the big man probably realized that he was wrong, stopped me and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Of course it hurts! As I spoke, my tears poured out, but I restrained my emotions and wiped away my tears, and the intermittent words came out of my mouth: "You ......."How to ride a ......I didn't see ...... just nowGreen light?

My angry gaze made him feel that he had made a mistake, and he choked up, then lowered his head and rode away in shame.

Although this incident is long gone, it is like a scar, forever engraved in my memory, and I will never forget it. After that, every time I crossed the street, I was always cautious for fear that it would happen again.