One quiet night, I bought a cigarette for my father. I was walking on that quiet, moonlit path when I suddenly saw a brand-new ten-dollar bill waving to me under the cover of a piece of grass! I was elated, ran to the grass, bent down, picked up the ten yuan and held it tightly in my hand. It suddenly occurred to me: will anyone see it? I looked around nervously, and I looked around quietly. There was no one there, and I was secretly pleased.

On the way home, my heart drummed and a gust of wind blew, and I was shivering with cold; Trees, which usually look lush, now look like demons with claws; A dark alley, it seems that something terrible will pop up at any time; I want to speed up my steps, but my feet are as heavy as lead. It used to take only a minute or two to walk, but now it takes five minutes!

I finally got home, but my father stared at me.

"What's in your right hand?"

I stammered out the answer.

"This is money!" Dad frowned. "You should have picked it up!"

As soon as the voice fell, my father came with an arrow and threw the ten dollars out of the window in one hand. I saw it with my own eyes, and the cold wind carried it far away.

I thought to myself, "I was wrong. The teacher often teaches me to pick up money. My father will be very angry if I don't do it. " Who knows, my father said to me earnestly: "Tingting, if you want money, ask my father for it!" " Never pick up money on the road! "

Since then, I have never found any money, but I have encountered the temptation of ten dollars more than once. When I face this moral multiple-choice question, I will think: a moral choice, a switch of life. Which one to choose is crucial!