The tenderness of holding in the palm of the hand goes deep into the bottom of my heart little by little.
Inscription. The sun shines on the bustling streets, people rush by, every face seems to carry an eagerness, vehicles shuttle in the **, and occasionally a few horns are heard, adding a unique melody to this busy street.
Against this busy backdrop, a group of volunteers in orange vests stand out, busily shuttling around every corner of the city to help those in need, some are guiding directions, some are helping the elderly cross the street, and some are helping children find their lost parents.
Suddenly, a traffic police uncle blew his siren and directed traffic. But at that time, ** was too intensive, and he was a little bit bad at managing it. At this time, several volunteers quickly stepped forward to work with the traffic police uncle to jointly maintain the traffic order in the city. I saw them help the police uncle divert the crowd and make sure everyone could cross the road safely, and with the help of this group of volunteers, the originally busy intersection was restored to order in an instant.
As time passed, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the side of the road, and the group of volunteers disappeared into the crowd, but the traces they left behind will never be erased.
There are too many troublesome and trivial things in life, but if we have kindness in our hearts, we can feel the beauty of life, thank you, that group of volunteers is they who let me understand the simplest truth.
Thank you! 