Modest

Modesty is a kind of mind, a virtue, a style, a kind of wisdom, it is a kind of literacy suitable for everyone, but also a kind of cultivation. At our age we need to have a spirit of humility and a spirit of humility.

One day, my family came to a lot of guests. It was very late. I was still doing my homework. I suddenly heard my mother’s eager call. “Come and cook.” I quickly got up, hit a few cups of rice, and cooked in a rice cooker. Got a meal.

When I got to dinner, I opened the pot and found that the rice was cooked less. "What can I do?" I am anxious like an ant on a hot pot. At this time, my mother came over. "Take this morning's steamed bread and leftovers, and let it go." I did as my mother suggested. The rice and steamed bread soon became hot, and we finally had a meal.

After the meal, I packed up the table. When I was ready to cover the rice, I was surprised to find that the rest of the pot was the hot white rice cooked today.

One morning, I was going to go to my grandmother's house by car. I got on the bus. I quickly grabbed a seat and sat down. At the next stop, I got a grandmother. The grandmother was very old and thin. It seemed like a gust of wind could blow her down. My heart is very contradictory, and I want to give the grandmother a seat, and I think that if I give the grandmother a seat, I don't have a seat, and I have to sit in the grandma's house for several stops. Just when I was hesitating to give up to the grandmother, a burst of childish voice made me stop hesitating, and my eyes looked at it. It turned out that a younger sister than me was getting up and giving up to the grandmother. Seeing this scene, my heart is burning, there is a kind of unspeakable taste, it is hard to die. So, I couldn't help but stand up and give my seat to the little sister. At this time, my heart felt a little better. I wonder if it was glory for me to give this little sister a seat, or I didn't have it. Give the old grandma a seat and it’s dry...

Although these things have been going on for a long time, they have made me unforgettable. My family has given me a meal and my little sister has kept me remembering.

First grade: October