It's a sunny afternoon. When I came home from school, my mother told me to finish my homework before playing. But I ignored my mother's words and rushed to my friend's house. After playing for a long time, I went home and started to do my homework, but I just wrote a few words and went out to play again.
After a while, my mother found that my grades were slowly declining. One day, my mother didn't go to work. When I came back, my mother was sitting at the door. I thought my mother would give me a surprise, but I didn't expect the expected surprise to turn into a merciless beating and cursing. Hardly had I put down my schoolbag when my mother told me to take out my exercise book. I feel uneasy. Why did my mother suddenly ask me to take out my exercise book? Who knows my mother robbed my exercise book, saw the dazzling red cross, and then put on a good show. My mother beat me so hard that I ran back to my room and closed the door, crying sadly. I cried for a whole hour and felt very wronged.
Later, my mother said to me, "People only have one life. If you don't cherish it, you will regret it. " I hated my mother at that time, and I couldn't listen to anything she said.
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That day, I went to the hospital by car to visit my sick grandmother, and I met the most unforgettable thing on the way.
Somehow, there were so many people on the bus that day that I struggled for a long time in the crowd and finally found a seat. My legs filled with lead finally spread out. I looked at the scenery outside the window, flapped my legs with my hands and relaxed my stiff legs. At this moment, the bus stopped and an aunt came over with a baby in her arms. The baby in her arms is still crying. I saw that while paying for the ticket, she coaxed the child to say "Don't cry, the baby will be home soon". Then the conductor shouted in her crisp voice, "Who can give her seat to this lesbian with a baby?" I want to give her my seat, but it's too hard to remember what it was like to stand just now. I was hesitating when a slightly old voice interrupted my thoughts. I looked in the direction of the sound. An old man next to me stood up trembling, patted the chair with his hand and said, "Sit here!" " "Aunt looked a little embarrassed and refused:" Grandpa, your legs and feet are not good, so sit down! ""But the old man just waved his hand to show that he didn't need it. Aunt couldn't refuse, so she had to bite the bullet and sit down. At this time, I noticed that the old man had silver hair and a thin face, but his eyes were bright, his uniform was straight, some were old, but very clean, and his shoes had fallen off a lot. Suddenly, I felt that there were many "thorns" on the chair, which made me unable to sit down in peace. I stood up and tried to give my seat to the old man. Suddenly, I braked suddenly. I slipped and stepped on the old man's foot. Strange! Why didn't he respond at all?
At this moment, the horn on the bus rang. "xxxx hospital is here." I hurried out of the car. Seeing the veteran limping down, his legs were stiff. Ah! It turned out to be a prosthesis. I was shocked and watched him disappear into the vast sea of people.
Although this matter has passed, it left a deep impression on me. He let me know that "helping others should be the standard of cultivating personal character."