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On the way, the car broke down and was repaired by a stranger.
Everyone in the world has a kingdom of love in his heart. Everyone's love is rich, selfless and great. We need this kind of love in our life. Don't be stingy, give it to people around you, even if we don't know each other.

By chance, I personally experienced the love from a stranger.

It was an early morning in the summer vacation, and a night of heavy rain washed away the sultry summer heat. Although the road is a bit slippery, the cool air mixed with the smell of renovated soil is a rare enjoyment in dog days. The morning glow dyed the sky red, making people feel that the world you have long ignored is so beautiful. In order to find a good seat by the window in the children's library and study quietly, I hurried to the library by bike.

This is the idiom "haste makes waste"! I rode my bike so fast that I didn't pay attention to the road. Just out of the community, ride on Tongan Road. My bike suddenly tripped over a stone on the road. I was thrown off the bus and fell heavily on the side of the road. I feel a sharp pain all over. My arms and legs are bleeding and I can't support my body to stand up. Only the wheels are still turning. At that time, I was at a loss, half lying on the side of the road crying. At this moment, an Indian girl in a sari patted me. I can only understand a little what I say in English. Seeing that I couldn't stand up, she carefully helped me up and sat me on the stone steps by the roadside. This Indian girl is short, but her face makes people feel very kind. Seeing the tears on my face, she got nervous and took out a paper towel to wipe my face and check my injury. Seeing that I was bruised and bleeding all over, she asked anxiously, "Where are you?"

I can't speak such complicated English, only know what she is asking me, so I pointed to the approximate location of my home and gestured the floor of the building with my hand. She seemed to understand, nodded and walked quickly to my door.

I held back my tears and sat staring at the back of this little exotic girl-it all happened so fast! Suddenly, I came to my senses and was shocked-she was just a stranger passing by, but she sacrificed her time for me and helped me enthusiastically. I also remember that I once witnessed someone fall on the road, but turned a blind eye; I gave them a contemptuous look when I met poor beggars. Thinking of this, I suddenly feel that I am really small compared with that helpful Indian girl.