This morning, I was at the intersection of the machine shop, waiting for the traffic light.
I saw an old man pulling a large cart of scrap, leaning over and struggling to cross the road.
I quickly stepped forward to push her to the other side, and she may have felt a lot more relaxed!He turned around and smiled at me: Thank you, baby!Now young people don't look down on our old things, and you still help me with dirty!I don't know what to say, but I smile warmly at her!
The moment I let go of my hand, a bag full of plastic bottles fell on it!I quickly picked it up and tightened the rope again!At this moment, I saw that her calloused hands were shivering a little, and my heart trembled, and the sourness made me a little sad!I took off the gloves I had bought not long ago and handed them to her: you put this glove on!It's so cold!I'll be in the car in a minute!With that, I ran away.
I didn't expect her to suddenly call me, and when I looked back, she gave me a carbon pen!The eyes are a little moist: I only have this on me, I don't know how to thank you baby!I took the pen and felt precious!nodded happily to her and said goodbye to ......
The old and the old, and the old of the people;The young of me, and the young of man. Urumqi two or three things Xinjiang local experience