Sincerity is priceless.
? Sincerity is the road to honor. Yes! Sincerity is the most beautiful flower in human mind; Sincerity can make people feel warm; Sincerity is the teacher who guides the human soul.
On a hot afternoon, a burning sun hung in the blue sky. I couldn't stand the scorching sun, so I asked my mother to accompany me to buy ice water and fruit. When we arrived at the fruit shop, we saw a dazzling array of fruits. There are watermelons, apples, bananas, honeydew melons and so on. We bought a bag of fruit, took two bottles of frozen grape juice from the refrigerator, ate it outside at night, and then took a taxi home. When we get to the community, mom has to pay. Because it was night and it was dark, I gave my mother 10 fare, but we left in a hurry after paying the money. The driver put the money away and found that he had given more money. He quickly stopped the car and ran to us with the money. ? You gave me too much money. I'll pay you back. ? Mom looked at it, hey! How did it become 50 yuan? Thank you! How kind of you! Mom put away 50 yuan and gave it to the driver 10 yuan.
I looked at this humble driver with dark skin and heavy eyebrows under the street lamp. Although this driver is so humble, the quality of his change is worth learning! I will always remember this good driver from now on. How sincere he is!
Sincerity is the spring breeze; Sincerity is the coolness of summer; Sincerity is the fallen leaves in autumn; Sincerity is the warm sun in winter. Let's be more sincere, less suspicious, more happy and less sad!
Give the world a piece of sincerity
It's also a rainy day. Just came back from the library, I saw a six or seven-year-old child standing under the eaves opposite my house to hide from the rain. His wet hair condensed into a lock and hung over his forehead, forming a dripping roof. Rain ran down my hair to my cheeks, and my big eyes looked at me like a pure lake. I was shocked and couldn't help walking over and smiling at him. Son, it's raining. You can't go home, can you? Come, come, take my sister's umbrella home. ? I held out my hand to pull him as I spoke. However, the child hurried back and avoided my hand. He stared at me in horror. He didn't go away, didn't respond, just shrank back. Obviously, he didn't trust the umbrella I handed him. It seems that he is afraid of me, with a fear that children don't trust strangers, and he feels like being stabbed in the heart, which is quite uncomfortable.
I crouched down, as low as possible, to make myself as tall as him, hoping that by doing so, he would not care about the age gap between us, open his protective wall and make his voice as gentle and friendly as possible. I pulled him closer to me, and he earned it mechanically, with doubts on his face. I said to him:? Don't be afraid, my sister is not a bad person. I just want to borrow an umbrella to let you go home. Take it. ? I smiled and put the umbrella in the child's hand.
The boy relaxed a little, hesitated for a while and picked up the umbrella. ? Sister, how can I return my umbrella to you? He looked at me with big bright eyes.
A simple sentence warms my heart. ? On a sunny day, if you get it here again, I will live here. ? I pointed to my home.
He nodded and began to get excited. He took a small step with his umbrella and ran into the rain.
Looking at the little figure that disappeared in the rain and my beloved umbrella, I kept repeating in my heart: I will come back, I will definitely come back! ?
It's raining again, and I can't help waiting. Up to now, I still believe he will come. I have never regretted it, because what I gave to the world was sincere!
His sincerity touched my heart.
In the past, I met all kinds of people, but none of them left a deep impression on me, only he made me unforgettable.
That was in the fourth grade. One day, the teacher asked me and my friends to go to the copy room to copy 65 papers, and we agreed. The teacher gave me 50 yuan and I took it. After class, the two of us came to the copy room. There is only a middle-aged uncle in it. He is about forty years old, of medium build, with dark skin, thick knife-shaped eyebrows and black eyes. He is counting papers, and his serious expression is daunting. I can't help being a little timid and afraid to go into the copy room. My best friend is passive Nuo Nuo hiding behind me. Me? A little scared? The friend whispered. ? Hmm? Me too, but I can't help it, can I? My friends and I crowded into the copy room and stood in the corner, afraid to make any noise. My uncle looked up at us and asked in that loud voice. What can I do for you, little friend? Hmm? Well, uncle, can you copy the paper for me? Ok, how many copies do you want? He readily agreed. ? 65 calories. ? I said. My uncle put the paper in the copier and we stood by and waited. My friend took my skirt and whispered to me: He is so scary, so scared! ? I didn't dare to speak and didn't answer my friend. I stood in the copy room for a while because I had to wait a while to make 65 copies. My hands are clenched into fists, and my palms are sweating for fear that my uncle will get angry. We didn't speak until we finished copying the paper. After more than ten minutes, the paper was finished. All right, 28 yuan. ? Uncle said. I paid the money in a hurry, picked up the paper with my friends and flew to the bottom of the teaching building. My friends hugged their chests and said, God, you scared me to death! Count your money by the way! ? I nodded, took out my money and counted it. Huh? Why is 12 yuan missing? I said. ? Did you count correctly? Your friend robbed the money and counted it again. Oh, my innocence is less 12 yuan! ? When I heard that I was short of money, my mind went blank and I sat on the ground. What are we doing? What are we doing? I lost 12 yuan? What should I do? ? The teacher trusted me so much that I lost 12 yuan! I was filled with tears and guilt. ? Kid! ? A familiar voice came. I turned and looked at it. That's my uncle in the copy room. Little friend, this is your lost money! ? He took out 12 yuan. Be careful next time. Stop losing money. I have work to do. I have to go first. ? Say that finish, he put the money into my arms and strode away. I have money in my hand, and my throat seems to be blocked by something and I am choking. Thank you? I can't say two words, I can only look at his back and see my uncle disappear into my vague sight. At this time, the bell rang, and my friend took me, still confused, and rushed back to the classroom.
Seeing that money can control greedy desires; When you see money, you don't have to sneak it into your pocket; If you see the money, you can return it to the owner. Are such people very common? But isn't that the uncle? He is just a small copywriter, and his salary is not high. He has every reason to put money in his pocket. However, he didn't do it. He has a great spirit of changing money, and his sincerity touched my heart. Uncle, you are always worth learning from me!