The morning of autumn fog

Outside the window, the fog is misty. Small, tiny drops of water shimmer on the windowpane. I remembered the misty morning, the simple and kind face...

That morning, the door was opened and a burst of fog came. "Fog." I took my bag and walked into this milky world.

Fog, as if it is a mischievous child, cover your eyes with your hands, not letting you see the distant scene; the fog is like a shy girl, hiding everything, houses, trees, vehicles seem to be invisible, if If not; fog, like a kind mother, holding everything in his arms, petting this mysterious world. Misty, like a gauze, like a thin smoke; like a heavenly cloud, wrapped in a world that just woke up, decorated the world into an ethereal Penglai fairyland.

It’s coming to school, people are noisy, and a personal shadow is looming in the fog. I arrived at the booth early.

"Four yuan sauce cake." He is a 60-year-old grandfather. I looked at him carefully: the old man's unkempt hair was swayed by the autumn wind, and the weather-beaten face was covered with deep eyes, and the wrinkles were clearly visible. The old man took out a crumpled five-yuan banknote and handed it to the boss.

At this time, there are many people who come to buy breakfast. The boss who was stalling early was very busy. He quickly packed it early, took out the change from his pocket, and gave the old man together with the money. The old man took things and hurried away.

But after a while, a shadow jumped into my eyes. Hey, isn't this just the old man? How did he come back? I am very confused.

"You just asked me for more money." The old man took a shiny coin in his hand and said with breathlessness. When he finished, he put the coin on the table and hurried away again. Looking at the shiny coin, I am stunned...

In this modern society full of material desires, how many people can look at this money as important as this old man? Perhaps, some people will say, just to pay attention to such a small amount of money? Yes, the money is really rare, but what is more important is the simple and kind heart of a person... The back of the old man gradually disappears in this autumn fog, but my heart is warm and difficult to calm down.

Fog, sly, invisible, and will not leave in the world. Everything is still so vague, but the simple face of the old man is clear and clear in my mind...

Outside the window, the fog has left. On the morning of the autumn fog, I have always reminded me to be a simple and kind person.

Zhouzhuang Middle School, Jiangyin City, the first day: Xue Yizhen