The person I respect, her name is Hu Ziwei.
Hu Ziwei is my classmate. She has a cheerful personality, loves to laugh and has many specialties. The results are also among the best in the class. She is also a well-rounded person.
Hu Ziwei's parents are very strict with her, and she always satisfies her family.
Once, on the weekend, I played with some friends. Playing and playing, we felt a little bored, so I suggested going to Hu Ziwei's house to play. Everyone said yes. So we went to her house together.
Entering her house, she invited us in and sat down, and took out some sweets to entertain us. Then, she asked us to go and have a look by ourselves, play by ourselves, and call her if anything happens. As soon as her voice fell, she left in a hurry. I followed it quietly. I saw her go into the study and read a book carefully. Ah, so she is studying. I approached to see what book she was reading. Ah, I'm reading some extracurricular books. I didn't know it was her mother's homework until I asked her. I asked her inexplicably, "Why do you want to read these books!" She said, "This is my mother's homework. This is of great help to my study and I can learn more knowledge. " Then, she said to me, "Besides studying English tabloids, I have to do exercises and take notes …" At this moment, other friends came over. They asked her with me, "Then don't you feel tired?" "Of course I'm a little tired, but it's much easier to come with Grandpa Tong Dizhou, so I'm not tired at all! Right? " Seeing that there were many books in her study, we asked her again, "Can you finish reading so many books? Not afraid of suffering? It is better to play with us! " Hu Ziwei suddenly changed his face and said seriously, "No, there seems to be more time now. What about later?" For the sake of the motherland and the people, I must spend time learning more knowledge now. I feel that I still learn less now. "Looking at her serious appearance and listening to what she said, we felt greatly encouraged and could not help secretly making up our minds. Now we must work as hard as Hu Ziwei.
This is my classmate Hu Ziwei. She always studies hard and never wastes time.
I respect you, Hu Ziwei!
An old man selling hemp balls
Selling hemp balls, selling hemp balls ... "This damn peddling woke me up from my dream again. Needless to say, it's half past five, and it's still half an hour before I should get up.
Somehow, just recently, there was an old man selling hemp balls in our family. He starts selling at 5: 30 every day, whether on weekdays or weekends. Whether it is sunny, windy or rainy, it will not give in. Every day, he disturbs my good dreams. I should get up at six o'clock. At this time, he woke me up and made me afraid to sleep. When I got up, I didn't think of it. I had to toss and turn in bed and wasted half an hour, not to mention how uncomfortable it was. For this reason, I hate this hemp ball very much, and I get a headache and upset when I hear this peddling. I don't know how many times I scolded him in my heart.
However, until one day, my opinion of this old man selling hemp balls suddenly changed.
It was a sunny Sunday morning, and I was woken up by the hateful peddling as usual. I covered my head tightly with a quilt and didn't want to mention how cruel I was to the old man. It's hateful to have such a rest day and not let people sleep late. Suddenly, amid the harsh hawking, there came the crowing of larks, which was crisp and sweet, and my heart could not help moving. I can't sleep anyway. I might as well go out and see the scenery in the morning, see what kind of old man this is and what kind of craftsmanship he has, just lift the quilt and put it on quickly.
I took some change and walked out of the house. Hey, it's a nice day today. The sky is blue and the sun is shining, and my heart suddenly opens up. I followed the hawking to find the old man selling hemp balls, and I saw an old man surrounded by a large group of children from a distance. I thought, no wonder peddling comes every day, business is good. I quickly took a few steps and took a closer look, which surprised me. In my heart, the person who sells hemp balls is a dirty person covered in oil. I didn't expect the old man in front of me to wear an old uniform that was washed white, but he was clean and neat, up and down, and he looked capable. I secretly liked it, handed the change to my hand and said, "Give me two." With money in one hand, the old man picked up a pair of chopsticks and a convenient bag in the other, took out two hemp balls and put them in the bag. He said gently, "Be careful, take them." I took it, took out one and took a bite. It's really fragrant and crisp. It's delicious, very delicious. I can't help liking him. I looked at him carefully: my weather-beaten face left wrinkles carved by years, my body was strong, and my face was always filled with a kind smile to children. No wonder the children were surrounded in a big circle. No wonder the child wants to eat so much. No wonder I eat hemp balls contentedly when I come back every day.
Who knows that I was stopped by the old man just a few steps ago, and I couldn't help but "plop" in my heart, thinking that I had just paid the money. Why, should I be corrected? My newfound affection for him suddenly disappeared. I turned around angrily and just wanted to attack. Unexpectedly, the old man took out four and a half pieces from his pocket and handed them to me. He said apologetically, "little classmate, I was busy just now and didn't have time to give you change." I am really sorry. " I was puzzled. He quickly said, "You gave me five dollars." I suddenly understood that because I was in a hurry, I didn't care to mistake five dollars for fifty cents. Looking at the money handed by the old man and remembering the thoughts in my head, my face turned white for a moment. I don't know what to do. Seeing me like this, the old man asked with concern, "What's the matter, little classmate?" What's the matter? "I was speechless. I really hate myself. How can I look at such an old man who works hard to support himself? I quickly reached for the money handed over by the old man and said, "Nothing, I bought it all." The old man gave me all the remaining hemp balls and said, "Two more are free. "I refused to accept anything, but the old man smiled and said," This is a big business at a loss. Buy five and get one free. " Say that finish, also don't look back. ...
Looking at the old man's farther and farther back, I have great respect for him, and I can't help feeling in my heart: all the small vendors I usually contact are shoddy, with less to fill more, deceiving customers. How can there be honesty between people? Today, the old man gave me a vivid lesson. The world needs honesty, but we should cherish it even more!