That changed my mind. Junior high school composition is 800 words.
When I was a child, I always thought that people were
That changed my mind. Junior high school composition is 800 words.
When I was a child, I always thought that people were the most precious life in the world, and nothing could infringe on our self-esteem and dignity. However, that changed my view.
It was a summer morning, and I went shopping with my mother. After waiting for the bus for a long time, I finally saw the dawn running towards me. My mother and I quickly got on the bus and found two seats in time. At this time, an old lady over sixty was holding a baby. The old woman took out two yuan from her clothes and gave it to the aunt who sold tickets. Because there were many people in the car, the old woman had to stand in the workshop, and the road was not easy. The grandmother's body kept swinging with the car, while the middle-aged woman next to her kept shouting, "Can you get out of the way and see! You have stained all my clothes. " From time to time, I patted my grandmother where she touched her clothes, and from time to time, I said a few uncomfortable words. Suddenly, the baby in the old woman's arms began to cry. At this time, the woman became more impatient and blurted out an ugly sentence. At that time, I felt that this middle-aged woman was too unreasonable to be crowded on the bus. Besides, people are taller than you, so why don't you respect the elderly? I find that there are still unfair and other things that don't respect others in this world. I have always believed that all men are born equal, regardless of rank. But there are often things that make you not what you think.
At this time, a middle-aged man loudly said to the abusive woman, "Do you respect others? Don't you even know how to respect the old and love the young? " What would you think if this grandmother was your family? What would you think if this grandmother was your relative and he was bullied by others? "At that time, the woman was speechless and turned purple. The middle-aged man gave way to his grandmother to sit down. The grandmother was moved by his words and deeds and quickly said, "Thank you. "At this time, I suddenly felt that the atmosphere inside the car had eased a lot. I quickly discussed with my mother what happened just now. "I'll sit with you and give the other one to the middle-aged uncle!" "My mother had a bright face and immediately asked me to sit on his lap. She smiled and called the uncle to sit in my seat. Uncle sat down very readily and got off after two stops with us. Looking at my uncle's fading back, I feel that good people are highly respected in life. May good people live a safe life! When I got home, I told my father about it. Father said: "A person lives not only for himself, but for the whole society and the whole country. "Dad told me a lot about this. I also think what dad said is very reasonable.
Lying in bed at night, I thought about what happened today and found that the self-esteem and dignity we got were to respect others first.
The second thing changed my opinion.
I didn't like cleaners before, so I looked down on them. I thought they didn't study hard, had no education, and were always dealing with garbage. They were dirty and had nothing to smell. Therefore, whenever I see them, I disdain to stay away. What annoys me even more is that they "meddle". Sometimes I throw rubbish on the ground at will. When they see it, they will remind them: "children, throw the garbage into the dustbin!" " "I was annoyed when I heard their shouts." Well, didn't you just finish cleaning? The garbage is in the dustbin. What are you doing? Mind your own business. "
But what happened one morning completely changed my view.
It was a cold night. I finished my homework and looked at the heavy snow outside the window. After a busy day, the street lights flashed and hurried home. After a busy day, I stretched myself, packed my schoolbag and stationery, brushed my teeth, washed my feet and fell asleep.
Late at night, I had a dream, a terrible dream. In my dream, some ghosts were shooting wildly in the street with huge weapons, killing everyone they saw. The bloody scene is terrible. In order to escape, I tried my best to "run", but I didn't move and shouted silently. And the strange figure behind me has been chasing me and getting closer and closer. Suddenly, they raised their guns and shot at me. "Ah-I was shot!" I woke up, shivering, sweating and my heart was pounding. I quickly put my hand on my chest to comfort myself: it's a dream, a dream, not afraid, not afraid. I can't sleep because of the fright, and I toss and turn in bed. I thought to myself, the teacher once said that there are no ghosts in the world. Ghost is a kind of "variation phenomenon" produced in people's illusion. My mother once said that dream interpretation should be understood in reverse: dreaming of good things is a bad sign; Dreaming of bad things is a good sign. Thought of here, my heart calmed down a lot. However, sleepiness has disappeared. So I covered myself with a quilt and got up the courage to look out of the window. There is not a star in the dark night sky, and the lights on the road are not very bright.
Suddenly, my eyes "caught" something shaking on the road, and I was so scared that I shook my body and took a step back. God, is it the magic in my dream? After a pause, I took a closer look. It turned out that many cleaners were sweeping snow on the road. At this moment, I looked at my watch. It was exactly two o'clock in the morning. Wow, so early! I saw thick snow standing on the isolation belt by the roadside under the "command" of shovels and brooms in their hands, and the hills were neatly arranged. Look at the light, breathing the thick silvery white "fog", sometimes appearing and disappearing. In this scene, my heart trembled: cleaning aunts and uncles, you have worked too hard! Think about your uncivilized behavior and disrespect for cleaners, and you can't help feeling guilty.
Going back to bed, I still can't sleep. A sense of shame makes me "sleepless tonight".