It was my fifth grade day, and the teacher smiled and said to us, "Our school held an activity to donate books to children in poor mountainous areas, and I hope everyone will come."
These words have been imprinted on my mind, and sad images come to my mind: the children who dropped out of school look at you with expectation, and they hope to have brand-new books to read, but the difficulties of life and economy make them have no books to read. This makes people feel sad.
The experience of children in poor mountainous areas makes me cherish my present life. I secretly made up my mind to make some contribution to them.
At noon, as soon as I got home, I rummaged around for my treasure chest. My mother looked at me in a mess and asked, "What are you doing?"
"I want to donate books to people in poor mountainous areas.