In a cold winter, it snowed heavily. I rode my bike through the narrow alley. I’m going home. The cold wind mixed with snow water kept blowing on my face, so I couldn't help stepping on the gas pedal. Suddenly, my bike hit, and my bike and I fell on the muddy ground. I struggled to get up, struggled to lift my heavy body and found that the chain had fallen off.
What are we doing? I want to go home! I'm worried. Suddenly I found a figure looming in the snow behind me.
I dragged my bike with joy and walked towards him step by step.
"Master! Wait a minute! "
The man looked back. Isn't that our grandpa who repairs cars downstairs?
I am ecstatic. I was just about to tell him to wait for me, but he came up to me.
"Is the bike broken?" His old face is covered with wrinkles. "Let me show you."
Then he leaned down and repaired the car with his bare hands. Sweat drips from his face like pearls, but I firmly believe that when the sunshine that helps others shines on his face, it must be brighter than pearls.
The snow is getting heavier and heavier. I wanted to pay, but he waved and strode into the snow. A series of long footprints were left in the snowstorm.
I got on the repaired bike, finally took a look at the footprints and got out of the alley.
In an empty lane, a string of footprints glistened with golden light and stretched out into the distance.