Old grandmother selling olives

Today is Saturday, and more than forty of our classmates went to the teacher's home to make up the class.

I remember that at noon, when the teacher lectured halfway, there was a loud screaming outside the door. "Selling olives, olives scattered." At this time everyone laughed, and I laughed under the influence of the environment.

When I heard the sound, there was a scene in my mind: a woman in her forties was riding a bicycle and carrying one or two bamboo baskets of olives and sipping.

But when the olive-selling came to the door, he went out and asked, "Will you want olives?" I was shocked. It was a 60-year-old man with a back on his back, a sling on his shoulder, and two large bamboo baskets with olives on his shoulders. The bamboo baskets should have five or sixty pounds.

At that time, I felt infinitely ashamed. I felt unlimited blame for my smile. We wore warm, comfortable sitting in the chair and making fun of a hard-working grandmother. I feel that I am really a good person, sympathetic, and ruthless.

When I was deeply shocked by the scene at the time, the students did not realize that it was so rude. Everyone laughed even harder, because the teacher's home was wider, the neighborhood was quieter, and the old man's heavy voice wandered around the house. Everyone laughed.

The old man saw the whole house and stayed for a little while, and the time seemed to be fixed at this time - a group of students were laughing at an old man selling olives. I am very scared, afraid of stinging the self-respect of the elderly, fearing that most of my ignorant, ignorant and selfish classmates deeply hurt the hearts of the elderly.

My prayer did not play any role, and the old man turned and left. In the moment she turned around, I found the anger and helplessness hidden in her eyes.

I was staring at the old man's departure and was sluggish.

Guilt is pure.

The old man’s snoring is still there, the classmate’s laughter is still there, and my sluggishness is still there.

The old man has gone far, but I can still hear her screaming.

The third day of the Heying School in Liangying District, Shantou City: Zhong Peidong