The spray in the heart of the sea

The footsteps of the years silently stepped on my life path, and the red wall of memory was slightly mottled. At this moment, in my calm mind, I suddenly turned up the wave in my heart...

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The sun shone into a golden sand in the air and penetrated into my brain through the window. The most beautiful time came to my eyes.

I remember that morning, the hot sun smoked the earth, the wicker was baked and bent, and the leaves were burnt and rolled. But my mother asked me to take a bus to send a fan to the grandmother in the country. Although there are 10,000 unwillingness in my heart, I was forced to helpless. I had to carry a bus with five or six kilowatts of electric fans at the station. Waiting for a while at the station, the bus will come to me. I got on the bus and saw that there was a position against the window, great! I quickly invested in the coin and sat on the "good land." I leaned against the window, and the cool breeze made me refreshed. I don't know how long it will take. The number of people in the car has gradually increased. The car has also become impenetrable. After a while, there was a seemingly seventy-year-old grandfather who got on the bus. His hair is white, and the wrinkles on his face seem to record the years of his life. His glasses have become a line, as if it takes a lot of effort to open, looking at the elderly, I am a bit heart I can't bear it. There seem to be two quarrels in my heart. One of them said: "You should let your position let the old man rest well. If you fall, what should I do?" The other retorted: "Still yourself sitting." I have to mention the fan, how tired!" Two I have made a fierce quarrel in my heart, is it to let it or not? Just when I was in a dilemma, a little girl stood up and said, "Grandpa, please come here to sit." After that, he took the grandfather to her seat. The old grandfather resigned, but the little girl must let the grandfather sit down. I looked at this little girl: almost six or seven years old, a short black hair, a red face, a dazzling red scarf on the chest, very flattering. I couldn't help but think low: I was also a young pioneer wearing a red scarf. Why can't I make a seat for my grandfather? I hurriedly got out of the car. In addition to my heart, there was a kind of admiration for the little girl. Looking at the bright red scarf on her chest, my heart secretly vowed: I must carry forward the traditional virtues of the Young Pioneers like a little girl!

This wave is still rolling in my heart, it always reminds me, educates me...

Second day: Yu Wenquan