Someone got on the bus. She is an old man. She looked at the seats on the bus. They are full and no one gives them up. I had to stand and hold the pole. The sun shone directly on the old man, who frowned and wiped the bean-sized sweat from his forehead with his hand. The car suddenly braked The old man tripped and "ouch", and his foot hit the pole of the car. The eyes of the whole car were on the old man, but after a while, they all went their separate ways and didn't intend to give up their seats at all. I looked straight at the old man, my hands clenched, my palms sweated and I bit my lower lip. Do you want to sit down？ I hesitate. They won't let me, and I won't, but ..... if I do, I will stand. The weather is hot and cold. Don't! How can I not let such a small thing happen? I thought I was a young pioneer again. I quickly got up, walked up to the old man and said sincerely, "Old woman, please sit in my seat, there is not so much sunshine." The old man refused and said, "How is that possible? You are still young, white, and you are black. " "The child is in good health." I insisted that the old man sit down, so the old man had to sit down and said kindly, "You are really a good boy." I said, "Never mind." My heart is sweeter than honey.
Giving a seat seems like a trivial matter, but it can reflect a person's character. People who give up their seats will be respected by others, and those who patronize their own small interests will be despised by others!
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That day, I went home by bus as usual. A little unlucky, though. When I got on the bus, it was full of people, so I had to stand in the crowd. The bus probably went one or two stops. A white-haired old man, leaning on crutches, looked over 70 years old. As soon as the car started, he had more difficulties. One hand clutched the crutch tightly, and the other hand clutched the handrail tightly, frowning and deepening the wrinkles on his face. I don't know why, but I especially want to see which kind people will give their seats to grandpa. Two minutes passed, and no one in the car stood up and offered his seat. It seems that everyone is running away from something. Some people turn a blind eye to the old man and stare straight out of the window. Some people deliberately keep playing with their mobile phones and ignore the new passengers. Others laughed loudly in the carriage and gave the old man a cold look. In a word, people don't pay enough attention to this new passenger. At this time, a voice came from the carriage: "Please give your seat to the elderly, the sick, the disabled and the passengers with children around you. Thank you. " At this time, a round little hand pulled the old man's skirt: "Grandpa, you sit here." "Thank you, little friend." Grandpa moved to the chair and sat down. I looked at the other passengers on the bus: some smiled, some bowed their heads, and some pulled the little girl to the vacant seat they gave up. My heart finally let go and gave the little girl a favorable look.