I cried that day.

Last spring, I went to the Three Gorges Tourism. We took the boat and listened to the tour guide to see the beautiful scenery. Suddenly, I saw a few children who were about the same age as me. They wore thin and ragged clothes and shorts, some even barefoot, bare feet, holding a long bamboo pole, and a small net on the top of the bamboo pole. They stood in the cold water and stretched the bamboo poles to the tourists to ask for money or things. I am curious to ask my mother why these children live here, to do this kind of thing to visitors? Mother replied: "Because their family is too poor, they have no money to study, they can't be as happy as you are." I heard this, I am very upset, and I think: I am compared with them, I can go to school without any care, it is so happy. . If they can be like me, how wonderful! Thinking about it, I can't help but cry. At this time, a bamboo pole stretched out in front of me. I looked up and saw a boy who was only six or seven years old, looking at me with a pair of looking eyes. I did not hesitate to rush all the pocket money into the small net on the bamboo pole. Then I saw the little boy happy and gratefully smiled at me. I wiped my tears and silently blessed them. I could return to campus as soon as I did and live a happy life.