Help people's happiness.
Everyone will meet good people and bad people in his life. Even good people do bad things, but bad people do good things.
From an early age, I heard my father tell stories about meeting bad people and good people. Because I haven't met any bad people or people who are particularly kind to me (except relatives), I really want to go up and help those old women and so on, but I don't know how to talk, so I can't bear to walk away every time and pretend that I didn't see anything.
But since I read that story, I decided to be as helpful as Uncle Lei Feng.
Helping others always starts with small things. Although it is only to help the little girl get up, it is also my first time to help others.
I saw a girl fall, so I walked over. You know, it's stressful to help someone once. My heart was pounding, and I stood in front of her and didn't know what to do, so I held out a hand stupidly. Unexpectedly, she took my hand and stood up. She smiled at me. In this way, I made my first friend at school and felt the joy of helping others for the first time. This smile has become my courage and strength to help others again.
Just this year, what impressed me most was going to play in the mountains that day. In fact, this is not just a small slope. There, we met an old woman who was collecting vegetables. Her shiny hair is as thin as a bone. So I went over and asked him, Grandma, are these all your dishes? Grandma nodded. After being affirmed, I helped my grandmother pack up these dishes piece by piece, and I soon took them away. Grandma was still asking me questions when I was collecting vegetables, and I answered them truthfully. Grandma keeps praising me? What a nice girl? Something like that Grandma is about to take the food down. As soon as I saw the steep slope, I did the good deed to the end, stopped her and picked up the burden on the flat ground myself.
Since then, I have received more praise, let more people know me, and I have more courage and strength to help others.
I am a helpful child.
My father often says that I am a timid child, but in fact I am a helpful child.
One day, when I came back from the supermarket, all the seats on the bus were full. Finally, an old woman got on the bus. The old woman has a kind face and looks over eighty years old. I called the old lady to my seat and asked her to sit down. She kept asking me my name on the way, and I laughed until I got off the bus.
Through the last thing, I found the pleasure of helping others, even my future. I remember once, when I was walking on my way to school, a strong wind suddenly blew, flying sand and stones, bending branches on the roadside. At this moment, an old man who collects waste is riding a worn-out human tricycles and trudging slowly. The wind, like an ignorant child, blew away the cardboard and cardboard boxes on his car and scattered them all over the floor. The old man was anxious and wanted to get off the bus to pick them up, but when he got off the bus, even the car was hung up by the wind, and he was in a dilemma. I quickly helped him pick up the cardboard and cartons on the ground and put them in the car. The old man repeatedly praised me as a good boy!
One day, my parents took me to a place called Phoenix Mountain Villa for a holiday. After our party finished eating, we played in the yard separately. I chose a hammock. I was lying in a hammock, humming leisurely and blowing a cool breeze, which was very comfortable. I saw clear water and green mountains in the distance, water and green waves rippling, occasionally drifting across a boat; The mountains are lush, and sometimes a few swallows fly by. Suddenly, a child's crying broke my intoxication. I turned my head and saw a little brother's foot entangled. As soon as I saw it, I immediately turned out of bed and rushed up to help my little brother untie the rope. Wow! The rope is too tight. My little brother struggled painfully, but it was more difficult for me to untie the rope. I'll hold my little brother steady, comfort him and tell him not to move. Then ten fingers quickly untied the rope, and the little brother could play again. My little brother said to me with a happy smile. ? Thank you, big brother! ? Hearing this, my heart is sweeter than eating honey.
I am a helpful child.
The help of good people
That morning, the sun was shining. I hummed a ditty all the way to the Children's Palace. Just out of the community gate, I found a large group of people in front.
I squeezed into the crowd with curiosity and saw a six-or seven-year-old girl sitting on the ground crying sadly. People talk about it one by one. I didn't know until I asked, so the little girl and her mother got lost. An aunt kindly asked the little girl, What's your mother's name? The little girl choked up, her face rose like a ripe big apple, and she was too nervous to speak. ? Why don't we call your mother? ? A strong young man suggested. Everyone patiently enlightened the little girl, who hesitated for a long time and said shyly? I forgot. ? A white-haired grandmother took an apple out of her bag and handed it to the little girl. Eat quickly and think about it. ? How many people say? Let's go find his mother. ? Say that finish, can't wait to go. I saw it and took a bottle out of my bag for the little girl. Seeing that everyone was so enthusiastic and not so nervous, the little girl asked her aunt, What does your mother look like? The little girl said. Tall, wearing a pair of glasses? Before long, the little girl said happily, Ah, I remember. What is my mother's mobile phone? A big brother immediately took out his mobile phone and began to fight. Soon, the phone was connected, and the little girl's mother learned that the little girl was here and hurried over. Finally, the little girl found her mother. Mom always thanked us and said: You are really good people. Thanks for taking care of my daughter just now? Everyone said happily: it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. ? Others say:? This is what we should do. Finally, the little girl's mother carried her away with joy.
The crowd gradually dispersed and a stone in my heart finally fell to the ground.
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