What is the red scarf of responsibility and honor? I remember when I was in the first grade, I saw a red triangle cloth tied around the neck of my senior classmates. Being young and ignorant, I went to ask my teacher. The teacher said that it was a red scarf, and only excellent students could wear it. I envy it. From then on, I had an expectation in my heart that I could wear it and a corner of the national flag-the red scarf. What a glorious thing! In order to wear this red scarf symbolizing honor, I secretly encourage myself in my heart, come on! From that moment on, I was strict with myself, not to be late, not to leave early, to study hard, to unite my classmates and help each other through my own efforts. I finally look forward to that day. I remember the night before I joined the team, my mood was like a rising sea, and I was so excited that I couldn't sleep for a long time-I finally put on my dream red scarf, which said "Good boy". On the first day of wearing a red scarf, the first thing to do when I get up every morning is to wear a red scarf in front of the mirror seriously. Unless I have to sleep at night, I will never take off this red scarf that brings me a good reputation. But in the third grade, something happened, which made me realize another meaning of the red scarf. It was a rainy day. I waited for the bus with many people. The bus finally came. I took advantage of my small size to get on the bus first and found a seat to get off. I feel a little lucky to see so many people under the car. An old man with a cane also got on the bus and stood next to me. The jolt of the car made it difficult for the old man to stand. I pretended to see the scenery and looked out of the window. At this time, a young sister's immature voice came into my ears. "Why doesn't this little brother wearing a red scarf give his seat to the old man?" Although the voice is small, it makes me feel extremely harsh. Although my head is still facing the window, I feel that people in the car are looking at me with strange eyes, and my face is red. Fortunately, at this time, the bus arrived at the station. I stood up, whispered "Grandpa, please sit down" and ran out of the car in confusion. When I got home, I was still thinking about this problem. Suddenly, I understood a truth. Wearing a red scarf is not only an honor, but also a responsibility, a responsibility to make one's behavior fully conform to the code of conduct of young pioneers.