Because of weakness

The thrilling scene still remembers me until now, and I can't even believe my eyes. Oh, everything goes from a simple provocation.

I came to school on Monday morning and heard them say: There is a man in the class who wants to be beaten. My heart flashed a glimpse of thoughts, and secretly smiled and said: "This person usually swears and beats is a matter of time." At the beginning, I was thinking, maybe just a few punches, but the unimaginable "battle" is about to pull. Opening the curtain.

During the class, a boy shouted in front of our class and snarled: "Come out!" Unfortunately, the classmates in our class did not say anything, no one wants to be a scapegoat, become the next beating object, the fool goes It! Seeing that the man was dragged away, we looked at it with sorrow, but we did not know the tragic ending behind. The students quickly encircled the window sill, and it was inevitable that they would die. Looking at those super brothers who said a few words, although they did not know what they were talking about, but a few fists came over and the students fell to the ground, and even blurred. The whole class screamed, "What's wrong, what's wrong?" For a time, the whole class fell into a chaotic panic, and it was noisy, so I couldn't hear what others were saying. Suddenly, a voice came: "Look at it. The man was beaten again!" My heart is hairy, I don't know how to be good, joy or mourning, the emotions in my heart are intertwined, like a knot, the more The tighter you want to break free. My thoughts are really wrong. The mistakes are a mess. I should not underestimate the strength of those people. I should not think of violence as a short lesson. At this time, I can only be surrounded by the classmates on the window sill, silently peeping at their every move, the eyes do not dare to lick, for fear of not seeing him. Our heart mentioned the eyes of the blind man, nervously watching the person being beaten. It didn't take long before the man was beaten and couldn't even see his shadow. I tried to stretch my neck and wanted to see his situation. A group of super brothers rushed toward him, lifted him up, glared at him, then kicked, not kicking. Their evil plans are not over yet. I really don't know that the human heart can be black to this extent. Another foot kicked in the past. I was dumbfounded. The kick kicked on my face and my classmate's face was red and swollen. I really don't know what to do, endure the tears that are about to overflow, and endure the grief of my heart, as if the kick kicked into my heart, there is a feeling of pain. But I can only look at it silly, staring at it, all because of my weakness. I don't have the ability to help my classmates. I don't dare tell the teacher the truth, because I know that if I say that my destiny will be his end, my selfish heart will tightly seal my mouth, and I can't miss it. The sound of the wind. I am a coward, a coward. Looking at the red and swollen face, I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty. I regret what I said at the beginning. I can't help him because I am not strong enough. I want to say sorry to him, although it does not help him, but it also comforts my sad heart. Looking at the heartbroken classmates in the class, my heart also has a cool feeling. This is the performance of the weak, this is the helplessness of the weak, hehe.

The world is a weak and strong food. Don't be a "obscure" bystander. Please reach out and save the insulted souls!

Second day: Liu Maolin