There is no festive atmosphere. I rode my bike to the campus in fear. It's almost time for school, but I fell down and hurt my knee, bleeding profusely. The bicycle fell hopelessly to one side, and the heavy rain fell on me mercilessly. I became a "drowned rat" and was embarrassed. I cried helplessly. The rain kept running down my cheeks with tears, and I couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears. I got up slowly and picked up the new book that was wet on the ground. Just when I felt dark and wanted to give up everything and run home, a big hand grabbed me and a gentle voice sounded above my head: "Be careful, I'll help you in!" " "Turned out to be the third big sister. She is tall and beautiful, like an angel. At the same time, my elder sister's actions touched many people, and many kind brothers and sisters came to help me: some helped my elder sister to help me; Some help me pick up books; Some people help me drive; Others took umbrellas to shelter me from the rain. A warm current flows in my chest, how warm it is! In such a strange place, there are so many enthusiastic people that I feel that I live in a warm family. They helped me shelter from the rain under the eaves, some helped me wipe the rain, and some took out their own medicine to help me apply it. The elder sister whispered, "Hold on, it'll only take a moment. "Their every word, every movement, is very gentle, like a panacea for my trauma. They treated me as a relative, and they gradually left until they carried me to the seat in the classroom. Looking at their distant backs, I really can't bear to part! They are just strangers and irrelevant people, but for a small person, tears are rolling in my eyes, and I finally can't restrain my emotions and cry. This time, I am not afraid and helpless, but happy and moved. I gradually like this group, and everyone in it is so kind, friendly and helpful.