The sixth grade will organize a debate contest, the theme of which is the hottest topic at present: If an old man falls to the ground, will you help him? Let a class choose two students to take part in the debate. Ling is the monitor of Class 6 (3), and the representative of Chinese class is elected by the teacher and the whole class. They will team up with Class Six (4). When drawing lots, they drew the opposite: they shouldn't help.
The debate went on as scheduled and was very intense. With the end of the presiding teacher, the relatives and friends of the opposing side cheered-the opposing side won. But it tells students that if an old man falls, he can call 120 and ask the doctor to help him. Ling believes that respecting the old and loving the young is a traditional virtue at any time. Even if there are old people who are greedy for money, they are only a few. But he never understood that his own team somehow won. ...
When Ling Zhuqing came home from school, his mind was still a mess. Suddenly, this scene appeared in front of me: on the sidewalk, an old man leaned on a crutch and fell awkwardly for some reason. Just then, a stone on the sidewalk fell into the river, causing thousands of ripples. Almost everyone is scattered, as if the old man had some infectious disease.
Ling couldn't help but step back, but he remembered the debate that happened today, and his face was full of entanglements. Ask for help, but what if you are a liar? Don't help me, are you trying to ruin the Chinese virtue I just talked about in today's political class?
In his tangled time, the old man kept trying to stand up, but fell down again and again. There are more and more people watching. Some people say that the old man is a liar, while others think that the old man should be helped up. People have different opinions, but no one helped him.
When Ling Zhuqing stepped forward and was about to stand up to help the old man, a young man beat him to it. He first dialed 120, told the doctor about the old man's condition, and then walked step by step to the old man's side, crouched down, took the old man's hand, lifted him up from the ground and asked the old man's phone number. At this time, Ling Zhuqing clearly saw him. A short hair, eyes like two bright stars, and two dimples when laughing; More importantly, he is wearing the uniform of Zhu Qing Middle School. The more Zhu Qingyue looked, the more familiar he felt. Isn't he the president of the high school student union who presided over the debate?
Family members and ambulances arrived almost at the same time. The family members held Bai's dying hands with great gratitude and saw Bai Xuechang smiling: It doesn't matter.
When I got home and did my homework, Ling Zhuqing was full of what happened today. Are you determined to help the old man? Why can't you move? Is it because of selfishness or indifference? He thought of Bai's enthusiasm, and his image suddenly brightened up, like a searchlight, shining into the darkest place in Ling's heart. Ling Zhuqing couldn't help burning his face. The most classic sentence in this year's Spring Festival Evening sketch is: a person can get up after falling; Once a person's heart falls, he can't get up again. Haven't people's hearts fallen? People's selfishness and indifference eat away at the original warmth and light in people's hearts step by step.
Before going to bed, Ling suddenly understood the purpose of Zhu Qing's argument. What society needs to develop is not only science and technology, but also the warmth and true feelings that human beings should have. I only hope that when I wake up, the weakness of human nature will disappear!