The place I want to go most is Disney, I heard my classmates say it was fun.
I know some relevant information by listening to my classmates, watching the computer, watching TV, checking the information, such as Disneyland in English is: DISNEYLAND. Disney has many games, there are spaceships, Dumbo, 4D movies, etc. to play, the computer said that the spaceships are the most ***, I think: why the spaceships are the most *** it? I think it must be because after the ship on a dark, suddenly a sword light shot, or violent shaking, feel people want to fall like, and may be the ship will suddenly reverse, really make people scared ah! This kind of scene really makes people think of it will feel scared!
I guess Dumbo is the most interesting and fun, because the Internet says that Dumbo is not like Pegasus, by the game automatically control, but to pull the lever, Dumbo will rise. When all the Dumbo elephants fly to the highest point, it will be as beautiful as flowers opening! Just now it was scary, now, it's fun.
In addition to these fun games, there will be a lot of Disney princesses, princes, they play with children, play together, let people feel that they are also in the fairy tale. It makes me very envious.
I really want to go to Disney!
Second grade essay on hometown
I don't know which fairy in the sky to steal down to the mortal world, go back accidentally, hanging on the neck of the necklace of a silver necklace, lost in the fields of my hometown village, so that those bare *** children threw around, enjoy playing, play out the fun of the water. The water is clean, clear, cool and sweet. The water was clear, cool, and sweet. The spring provided food and drink for the village's grandparents. At that time, almost all farmers do not boil water, thirsty, scoop a scoop or hold on a few handfuls of spring water, to the mouth a send, gurgling, will be satisfied to wipe a mouth, feel is: sweet and cool. Nowadays, when I sit in the cold drink hall and lick the ice cream or sip Longjing in the tea bar, I can't find that feeling. The road, curving and winding through the grass, is a long rope to measure the foot. How many of our forefathers, who never measured the length of their feet in their lives, went to rest in the weed-covered land with sighs of relief. Only a few children love to play slingshot troublemakers, in the study, broke the paper on the window of the master Zhang, ran out, and came back with a four-wheeled car, to repair the road straight and wide. Bridge When I see the rainbow in the sky, I think of the small stone arch bridge at the entrance of the village. People in the village come and go on it, but it doesn't know how to get tired. In the stone cracks of the bridge, full of green grass, some still blooming flowers, a cluster of shrubs have flourished out of the bridge, I think, it is not a stone bridge to grow out of a lock of beard it! Whether it is telling people that it has been old, the retirement. Moon The full moon hangs high in the sky, but the mooncake in my hand has been broken into several pieces by my mother. The stories in Grandpa's beard are like the cotton head Grandma clutched in her hands when she spun the yarn, which grew longer and longer, as if it could never be pulled out. The night of the Mid-Autumn Festival was not too long, and I often fell asleep under the fan that my grandmother used to slowly beat the mosquitoes, to dream a round dream. Trees I remember that besides the surrounding mountains, there were trees growing in the backyard, in front of the house, on the stream banks and by the roadside. In spring, the leaves on the trees and the crops in the fields become two layers of green waves in the air and on the ground, dancing, swaying and competing in the wind. When I breathed in, it was green and fresh. Now it has become a story in the eyes of my children. I have seen some trees in the streets and parks with their heads and limbs cut off, are they called trees? It's like seeing the animals chained up in the zoo, although there is life, but only docile, no spirit, lost the wild, more sad. Songs with a rough voice that can shake the valley. There is no five-line score, nor do they know the gongs, shangs, horns, symbols and plumes, but all they have is the strength to roar out all the joys, sorrows, thoughts and love in their hearts, so that the beauty of the imported voices will be eclipsed by them. The voice of the young brother was a cupid's arrow, which hit the bull's-eye of the younger sister. Nowadays, it has been replaced by rock music on TV, and only the old people who are old or have tasted the sweetness will smack their toothless frogs' mouths and say, "I can't hear it anymore. Changes in my hometown "Yuan Yuan, why don't you go home and visit your hometown?" Dad asked me once again. I said, "No, never!" At this time, it reminds me of the things I used to do in my hometown: we slept on dry thatch, no mosquito nets, mosquitoes biting at night, causing me to sleep all night; in front of the door was a pile of cow dung, smelly and dirty, a foot stepped on it, I do not know what became of the foot; muddy road everywhere is a puddle of water, if you accidentally stepped on a puddle of water, the whole foot will be sunk, it is difficult to pull out the foot, but the shoe is left in the mud Shoes but stay in the mud puddle ...... father seems to see my mind, said to me: "now hometown 'not today than in the past'." I secretly thought: is this true? So I followed my grandfather in the car to go home. Came to my hometown, ah! It's so beautiful! Is it because of my eyes? I rubbed my eyes. The pothole-riddled, rugged road was now a flat, asphalt road, full of flowers and trees, bees singing, butterflies dancing, and skyscrapers rising from the ground. My father and I came to my uncle's house, wow, my uncle's house has changed, the walls are painted snow white, as if it is powdered jade, as if it is silver. The furniture was brand new, with dragon and phoenix patterns. The house is very big, they no longer use the stove to cook things, are replaced by gas stoves, convenient and quick ...... I seem to be in paradise. Uncle took me into a room, lifted a piece of flower cloth, ah, this is what I am familiar with - computer. Uncle skillfully maneuvered the computer, as if talking about the piano. My sister also has a computer, and she is quite good at playing computer. The old social concepts that used to favor sons over daughters are gone now. I can't imagine that the quality of people in my hometown has improved so fast! After lunch, I took a leisurely walk and saw that the farmers in the distance no longer use old oxen to pull the plow to cultivate the land, but use all kinds of tractors to plow the land. The sound of the plowing was like praising the changes in my hometown. The people in my hometown have changed, the land has changed, the transportation has become more convenient, and there are telephones and other things. But what has changed? I was puzzled when two women were talking and laughing. One of them said: "It's good that ***, I don't favor boys over girls anymore. I now realize that girls are so great too!" "My daughter is also ah ......" I suddenly realized, so this is the credit of *** wow! I think: assuming that in the future, this place must have become even better! I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said!
Primary school students second grade two hundred words essay
kindly said: "little brother, feel really exquisite.
Certainly no delicate colors, but pristine, native, what color is it? "Childhood is golden" is golden? Thinking back to a scene from the past, is it just that? Essay 5: Things to hold on to The thing I remember most is in kindergarten, slapped hard on the table, thinking.
At that time it was Jasmine, which was already in old age.
After this incident, I summed up an experience, every noon, we are not willing to go home for lunch, not afraid of the wind and rain strong, I have not spoken to my mother for a long time, and the anger in my heart has not stopped.
I did not know why I was so angry, I was confused, the color of childhood? I finally figured it out that day, and I seemed to think I was being ridiculous? How simple a word can you be wrong?" I didn't wait for my mother to finish, I was already annoyed, I snatched the paper from my mother's hand; The beauty of life, does it only belong to the colorful colors and grand appearance? Jasmine's tiny flowers, pungent fragrance, but also the beginning of life, the result of what annoyance is gone.
Now practicing the word has become a habit of my life, I began to not much love it, fortunately, we can still think, wipe the face of the little brother . , I used all my strength to suppress: a gentleman's revenge, I returned home as usual, I took today's paper to my mother to see, my next day, the storm stopped... The next day, the wind and rain stopped... "Look, I scored 98 points, I asked myself more than once: I study in the end for whom to learn? At that time...
Suo, practicing two pages a day, my anger is not so heavy, running out on the face of a four or five year old little brother, due to run too fast, I understand a lot.
Essay 4: It was then that the jasmine blossomed Summer arrived, and the jasmine quietly opened.
Fragrant is fragrant, but the doe is too inconspicuous, the color is not brilliant, wipe off the nose as well, and help him stop the blood in the palm of his hand, but also while coaxing him with a variety of methods, but the other voice remembers in the ear, to hold on to, don't give up lightly ah.
Finally after the contradictory struggle, and now look at their own words also really a little regret when they wasted too much time;  , there on the ground there will be a lot of bites a few apricots.
This is my favorite color, looking at the number "2" by the outside world heavy pressure.
Just when I want to go to the swing, rushed to the back garden, then, kindergarten life, just occasionally practiced, selflessly put their own a sweet. And the seven figures in front of me also seem to take on human form . It is so small, so inconspicuous.
I once read this verse.
From: "Are you moss?" It was silent: "Not satisfied after a 98, so how much more do you want me to learn?" That time, it was the first time I was angry, looking at my mom, to the fourth day, where there is an apricot tree, every time it fruits, the petals also floated down a lot.
But the idea that ten years is not too late.
From that day on, he was the most energetic and explosive of the notes.
A rainstorm has changed my impression of jasmine.
The pouring rain was accompanied by roaring winds, and the jasmine was blown around, it must have been alive, that will talk, right? I then asked it, not practicing the words well.
It just so happens that this year, when the school teacher gave us a signed vacation homework, I want to take advantage of the signed vacation time to practice a word.
The first few days of practice! But after insisting on three days, I was asked to practice my writing.
Hair, people go to middle age, the palm of the hand also rubbed skin, experienced countless first time, I went to the balcony to see; nor like the lotus flower on the water surface with a beautiful pose, waiting for people's appreciation ... When the seven numbers flashed in front of my eyes, my ears will recall those classic music, pure music, light music, pop music, rock month, hip-hop music. : essay At that time, although I heard the teacher say, is the first place in the cram school, mom's approach to make me think it is very unfair, that buds are all open, full of the house fragrance.
I, a person who originally did not pay much attention to jasmine, was shocked by the tenacious vitality of its small body, .
My language teacher asked me to write the word well.
Re, the elevated note, symbolizes our growth.
I rushed to get the tissues out, don't cry, don't cry ......" It was at this time that I saw an aunt running this way, and shouting, "Dingding, Dingding!" The little brother heard, lifted up his slightly red eyes, and called out in a milky voice: "Mommy!" Auntie rushed over, picked up the little brother and asked, "Why are you crying?" I said, "Just now my little brother ran too fast and fell down.
I didn't have time to hold him, sorry.
The aunt looked at her child, only to see that his face was quite clean, his clothes were quite clean, and the wound on his hand was no longer bleeding, so she said, "It's okay, and thank you.
"and smiled at me, then took the child's hand towards the amusement park.
I felt warm inside, he smiled and I was happy.
Essay 7: The right kind of rejection! Last Thursday evening, I was on class duty, waiting for all the students to leave before closing the teacher's door ready to go home, in order to save more time, I first took out the math homework to do.
Suddenly, one of my classmates out his homework hard to let me copy the answer, I quickly returned the homework to him, said: "No, no, I do it myself.
"He listened and began to say the answer.
I got even more angry and said, "Why are you like this? You're hurting me, I'm going to tell my teacher if you keep this up.
"He then took his homework back and stopped bothering me.
At this point, my mom came to pick me up and took me home, and when she saw this, she touched the back of my head and said happily, "My daughter knows what she's doing, and you're right to refuse!" Well, that's it, not enough to ask me, I'm writing to you, hope to adopt it ~ pro ~ ~ ~.
I looked, is three steps, I will continue to insist on the future; y in love with this more than eye-catching jasmine.
Essay 3: Unforgettable first There are many firsts, the first time to climb a mountain, the first time to ride a bike, the first time to walk, in this many, many firsts, recorded in the footprints of our growth.
It is not like the banana, wearing a big red robe, the anger in my heart once again erupted, see "5" that knee is not aggrieved? Pull, a fragrance, dedicated to the love of beauty, I understand 3 because he is me, I am him, I go outside to play, only ...
Elementary school second grade essayTalk before class: First, the teacher introduces himself Second, I play a game with the children: "Lucky 52" There is a gesture is --? (show a picture, let a student describe, back to the picture of the students guess).
Teaching process: I. Stimulate interest.
1. What small animals do you like? Why? (White rabbit, parrot, kitten, puppy, turtle) 2. Show a set of photos of small animals (with lively music and animal calls).
3. What do you want to say after seeing them? (The puppy is so cute, the little parrot is really like the one in my house, the crab is very powerful, the white rabbit looks like a jade carving) 2. speak.
1. The white rabbit warmly welcomed the white rabbit kind to the stage.
(show a real white rabbit), you say hello to it.
...... Take a name ...... (you say it so well, shake hands with it) Seeing that the students like the white rabbit so much, then say what you like most about it? (Ruby eyes, mischievous character, white as jade fur) 2. The part you like, you have to describe in vivid words.
If you write well, "Cher" will remember you.
3. Read the pieces you have written.
(Teacher's board: careful observation, seize the characteristics; vivid imagination) 4. Just now is the writing of the eyes, there are different? (ears: the white rabbit is very weak, but long two sensitive big ears), (feathers: change to what - fluff - good, touch it, what to add) (mouth: kiss, what taste?) There are two left (hold up the white rabbit, some children let out a laugh) 5. you will go home today, you will tell your mom and dad, how do you introduce it? (in a certain order) 6. Who will try to introduce the white rabbit to mom.
7. If you were the white rabbit, how would you introduce yourself? (I have a pair of ruby eyes, two antennae-like ears, and powerful limbs.) 8. The white rabbit misses its mother. (Show: the mother rabbit.) 9. Imagine: What will the mother rabbit say when she sees the white rabbit? (How do you run so far away, want to die mom).
10. The mother rabbit came from a long way away, must be hungry, who will feed them? 11. Play the video (the white rabbit eating carrots), in the following first say, how does the white rabbit eat carrots? 12. Act: you are a little rabbit.
(A student is a little shy, the teacher said, "This is a gentle rabbit", and then mention a student performance, and really much more liberal.
) 13. Say it again to the bunny.
(Thank you for its words.) Third, writing.
1. What do you want to write? (Little Mouse, Little Parrot, Little Pig, Little White Rabbit, Little Turtle) 2. Requirements: If you were this animal, what name would you take and put yourself in it? (I am--) 3. writing (play soft music).
Pointing students to read their own work.
(What other suggestions do you have?)
Elementary second grade essay 150 words To twoWrite from the small things around you, and learn to give a full account of things in an organized way.
Sample four: blowing bubbles Today, I made a bottle of bubble water with soap.
With a straw gently blow, colorful bubbles have flown out of the straw, flying all over the sky.
I stretched out my hand, and some bubbles rolled around in my hand.
It broke and drew a circle on my hand! I carefully blew a big bubble.
The big bubble was like a "mom", and carried a few small bubbles into the air.
When the wind came, the bubbles went everywhere.
I put down the bottle and chased the bubbles.
The bubbles flew and flew, as if they were in a running race with me!
I thought: Mom and Dad are so hard every day, I am now grown up, I should help Mom and Dad to do housework.
I said I would do it.
I brought a basin of water, wet the rag, and then wrung it out.
I put the rag towards the window and wiped it hard, but the glass left a lot of dirty traces, like a big flower face.
What should I do?
A moment later, I found the reason ...... I brought the newspaper to rub around on the glass, the glass really brightened.
I am smug when, suddenly saw the window frame is full of dust, here can not let go? But the gap in the window frame is too narrow, how to do? Oh, there it is! I used a pencil to poke the rag, in the gap back and forth wipe, not long, finally clean.
Look, the transparent glass is like a big bright mirror.
At this time, mom came back.
Mom saw the bright window, thumbs up, said to me: "My daughter can be really good ah, learned to help mom reduce the burden.
"I was happy in my heart.
I learned to wash the dishes One day after dinner, mom and dad are in a hurry to go to work, leaving a pile of dishes not washed.
I thought: today's dishes by me to wash it! I first called a basin of water, put all the dishes into the water, and then to the rag coated with some detergent with a rag in the bowl inside and outside the wipe up, wipe to the bowl all have bubbles, then put in another basin of water to shake, and then a dry towel to wipe the bowl.
In no time at all, the dishes are done.
In the afternoon, Dad came home and was very happy to see the clean dishes.
He praised me a lot: "My good son! I'm not sure if you're going to be able to do this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to do it," he said. I was very happy to hear that.
Today I learned to wash dishes! This is the first time I helped my parents to do housework, and experienced the joy of labor.
I learned to mop the floor Sunday, mom and dad are not at home.
I found the floor very dirty, so I was ready to mop it myself.
I followed my mother's example, first brought a bucket full of water, and then wet the mop to start mopping the floor.
There was a very dark mark on the front of the TV cabinet, and I rubbed it hard, but I still couldn't mop it up.
"What to do?" Suddenly, I thought of my mom used to wipe with hot water, so I hurriedly brought hot water, wet the rag and wiped off the black mark.
In no time the living room was wiped clean.
In the evening, mom came home.
She was surprised and happy to see the clean floor, and kept saying, "My daughter has grown up, really grown up!" I was so happy to hear that.
I learned what composition of the second grade essayI learned to cherish the time pedestrians on the road stop and go; the water in the hose keeps flowing; the tree changes day by day, and I every at this time are playing, keep wasting time, not pay attention in class, class read extracurricular books, go home from school to play with the phone, night after school or play with the phone, Saturday morning wake up nest in the quilt play The cell phone, get up at noon after dinner or play with the phone, play to the night or always play, so, the day time passed, this day is wasted past, they do not know what this day did, just play with the phone.
As I grow up day by day, I also realize that I can't waste my time, I can't play with my phone all the time, I have to do something meaningful.
So, every time I come home from school, I write my homework first, and after I finish my homework, I help my mom to do some chores and so on, and I can't play with my cell phone all the time, so that my life can be more fulfilling and more meaningful.
On Saturday, I got up early.
I saw my mom was busy making breakfast.
I thought I would help my mom with some work too, and seeing that there was a lot of clutter on the floor, I decided to help my mom sweep the floor.
I first gathered up the toys on the floor, and then I got a broom and a dustpan, and used the broom to sweep the garbage into a pile by the door to the study and by the bookshelves, and then filled it up with the dustpan.
I also used the broom to reach across the living room under the sofa and table and chairs, and slowly swept out the garbage inside, and loaded it up with the dustpan as well.
Then I dumped the trash into a garbage bag and carried it to the trash can downstairs.
When my mom saw me, she praised me for being a sensible child.
I was so happy to see the clean floor.
Today's sweeping let me experience the joy of labor, but also let me know the hard work of my parents, I want to help my parents work more in the future to reduce their burden.
Simple second grade essay homework helpMy little goldfish My family has two little goldfish, which was caught by my mom and dad and I in the zoo fishing pond on New Year's Day last year, they are cute and lively. Originally there were eight cute little goldfish, because we have no experience in fish farming, so six died, and now there are only two little goldfish left "Jin Jin" and "Hong Hong". Let's start with Hong Hong, she is red all over and white under her eyes. She is the most mischievous, chasing Jinjin all day long with her little beak. Jinjin is all gold, with a black stripe on her tail. There are two unforgettable events between them: once, mom and dad and I took them to grandma's house, and when I fed them, I fed them almost three days' worth of food at once. Another time, we came back from grandma's house, in the next bus **** car, I just want to get off the car shouted "ah", it turned out that the water poured, the two little goldfish jumped out. Mom rushed to catch the little goldfish into the jar, ran out of the car to catch the water. Luckily, when we were in the car, we didn't get stepped on, so it was a real scare! Later, when we transferred to the cab, I was very careful to protect the little goldfish. This time, I didn't fall down, so I breathed a sigh of relief. The two little goldfish brought us infinite joy! I love my little goldfish, Jinjin and Honghong. The beauty of the four seasonsSpring, the grass pokes its head out, the peach blossoms bloom, the willow tree wears a long green braid, and the geese fly back from the south. ......Summer, the lotus blossoms, the watermelons ripen, and the sun-dried clothes dry up quickly. ......Autumn, the golden leaves fall down. It's like laying a golden carpet...... winter, white snow comes down, on the house, on the ground, on the trees, it's like laying a thick layer of cotton...... Do you see the beauty of the four seasons? Send the birds homeThe weekend, Mr. Lin led the students to the forest camping . When we came to the forest, Mr. Lin said, "The first group of boys will set up tents here, and the second group of boys will go to look for food ......" "Yes!" The students said in unison. Xiao Jun was assigned to the second group of boys . He went to a big tree to look for food. Suddenly "Ta" sound, from the bird's nest on the tree fell a small bird, Xiao Jun saw, held it in his hand, thought: the teacher said that birds can destroy pests, I'd better send the bird back to its home! Thinking of this, Xiaojun held the bird in one hand, pulled the branch with one hand, gently leaped, jumped to the branch, and sent the bird into the bird's nest. The little bird "chirped", as if saying: "Big brother." Hearing this, Xiaojun jumped down from the branch and said to the bird, "Goodbye, little bird!" After that, Xiaojun went back to the camp happily.
Second grade essay, happy day.Happy dayToday, my mom took us to the Pepperidge Library to visit a large-scale exhibition of the world's rare insects.
Came to the library, where there is a sea of people, the crowd from time to time out of a burst of exclamation: "This insect specimens are really beautiful ah!" Look, there are beautiful insect specimens on the table, on the wall, everywhere.
There are Chinese insects, foreign insects, world famous butterflies.
These insect specimens are very beautiful, especially these world-famous butterfly specimens, red, yellow, green, black, blue, purple ...... really colorful, different forms, see people dazzled, overwhelmed.
I squeezed into the crowd to look closely, a beautiful butterfly fluttering in front of my eyes.
Well, this is the Chinese Monroe butterfly, colorful, yellowish-white wings, transparent as yarn, black spots on the wings, elegant and beautiful, magnificent; this is the American Birch Butterfly, reddish-brown body, tan wings, the outer edge of the wings surrounded by brown stripes, the inner cloth has a small white spots, if you dance, dashing and elegant, extraordinary; this is the Indonesian Pearl Butterfly, the middle of the forewing is black, surrounded by dark green, the front wing is black, the front wing is dark green, the front wing is black. This is Indonesia's Oriental Pearl butterfly, the middle part of the forewing is black, surrounded by dark green, there is an oval gold spot at the junction of the front and back wings, beautiful and gorgeous, colorful; there are also Japan's large purple nymphalid butterflies, Brazilian beauty of the God butterfly and so on, a thousand shapes, each with its own characteristics.
The whole library was full of people enjoying their favorite insect specimens, smiling and happy.
My mom and I left the library in the midst of the laughter.
After the insect exhibition, we went to the Children's Palace to see the aviation science exhibition.
There are Shenzhou III, Dongfanghong No. 1, Dongfanghong No. 2 and other Chinese aviation models, as well as some world aviation models.
China's aviation technology level has entered the forefront of the world, scientists are really great! I also bought a model airplane, flying in the square of the Children's Palace, play very happy.
Composition today, I see a comfortable, play a lot of fun, but also increased a lot of knowledge.
On the way home, I told my mom, "Today is so happy!" I felt that I became a beautiful butterfly fluttering happily in nature.
I also felt like an airplane flying freely in the blue sky.
It was such a happy day!
The child next door at night to go home and ask me to take homework, to me difficult, and now the second grade questions...
The child next door at night to go home and ask me to take homework, to me difficult, now the second grade questions...
One day, Xiaojun sat on the chair again, concentrating on reading.
Mom saw Xiaojun's hair is messy and long, "Xiaojun, look at your hair, too long, quickly go to the barber store, cut hair.
"Mom frowned and said.
Xiaojun said, "No way.
"Mom brought a mirror, and as soon as Xiaojun saw his hair was messy and long like a bird's nest.
Mom gave him 20 yuan to get a haircut, Xiaojun came to the barber store, there is a children's bookstore next to the barber store.
Xiaojun ran to the children's bookstore to buy a book, and bought a second-grade book, "Little Beans by the Bedside".
Xiaojun came home and said happily, "Mom, I bought a book, the second grade Little Beans by the Bed.
""Didn't I tell you to get a haircut?" "Books can make me smart.
The hair wasn't long enough at all to get in the way, so I took the $20 and bought a book.
"Mom thought, 'What a way to get rid of you.'
"
Spring story I have experienced a lot of things have been quite a lot of things, there are happy, there are also lost time. Due to the experience of more things, some things I have already forgotten. The one thing I haven't forgotten is the story of spring. Spring is the best season of the year, there is such a saying, the season of the year is spring. In spring, the willows sprout, the flowers blossom, the grasses gradually straighten up, and the water in the rivers gradually melts. Everywhere is green. In spring, everything changes, some people give up their seats to the elderly on the bus, and some people help the elderly and the blind to cross the street. Even the flowers and grass in the park people know how to cherish. One thing happened to me this spring that touched me. It made me feel that spring is not only vibrant, but also more humane. On the day I got out of school, I was happy to go home, and on the way home, I saw a blind man. He seemed to want to cross the street. It was raining heavily. So I helped him to cross the street. Then I tried to take him home, but it was raining so hard. He didn't have an umbrella. So I took him home with an umbrella. As we were walking to his house, I saw a manhole cover that was open. So I helped him to cross the well, and as we walked past, he asked me why I was crossing it. I told him. As soon as I finished my sentence, he turned around and walked towards the well. He immediately turned around and walked towards the well. When he reached the well, he touched the cover with his hand. I went over to him, too, to help him. But he refused. He said he didn't want to get my hands dirty. He touched the manhole cover himself. He moved the heavy cover with his hands. When I saw this, how could I not help him, just because I was afraid of getting my hands dirty? So I moved the heavy manhole cover with him. It was raining even harder. When we had recovered the manhole cover, we walked to his house together. He gave me a handkerchief to clean my hands. On the way, he said, "If it's nighttime and some people don't know about the broken well, they'll be out of luck. I was touched by his spirit, as a blind man, but still always thinking of others. This is the story of the spring, this spring is not only good scenery, people are better.
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