The sky is as blue as paint. Several clouds hung on the top of the tall building. Sometimes birds fly over the clouds and make clear calls. This call awakened flowers and trees and echoed in leaves and grass.

"Psst-"Suddenly, a sound of tearing paper broke the harmonious picture. It turns out that I accidentally tore a page when I was leafing through books in the library. I was shocked and didn't react at the moment. When I read it clearly, I found a piece of paper torn in half by me, half in the book and half in my hand.

I was shocked, immediately closed the book and tore half the paper, then bent down and looked around. Fortunately, there is no one around, and the grandmother in the library is loading books in another corner.

At this time, an idea came into my mind to put the torn book back intact. Anyway, no one knows I did it, but at this time, a voice in my heart said, "I can't do this." I am a young pioneer. How did this happen? " I touched the red scarf on my chest and picked up the book. When I walked past the bookcase, I thought about how grandma would criticize me if she knew the book was broken. I thought about it and subconsciously put it back in the bookcase.

I ran across the corridor and passed the old woman who was tidying up the bookshelves. She didn't seem to see me, but she seemed to see me again ... did she see me? I walked out of the library door with anxiety.

Out of the door, there has always been a small hand in my heart, itchy. Did I do the right thing? What will grandma do when she sees a broken book? What will the next reader think when he sees that page? My footsteps slowed down unconsciously, and even the grass on the roadside seemed to laugh at me because I did something I shouldn't have done.

I ran back as fast as I could. I seemed to forget all the blame I would get and ran back to the library in despair. When I arrived at the library, I saw the old woman holding my torn book and smiled and said to me, "In fact, I have seen you for a long time. You can come back, which shows that you are still an honest child. " After that, she added, "I have glued it on. Keep reading. Don't forget that honesty is golden! " "

My face was as red as a red scarf on my chest. I took the book shyly and wanted to say something, but I was too ashamed to say anything.

I still remember that incident. I will never forget that grandmother, let alone what she said. I believe I will always remember, because "honesty" has been deeply branded in my heart.