Peace is a blessing.

Before, I went to school with my little sister who lived next door every day. Later, my little sister couldn't take me because she had to open the door for the class every day and leave early. Besides, my parents were going out to sell goods, so I didn't have time to pick me up, so I left after school.

Before going out every day, my father would tell me, "son, don't run around when crossing the road, and be sure to pay attention to safety!" " I loudly promised to go out every day. But after school, I often forget my father's words, and I'm always in a hurry when crossing the street.

Once, an old man saw me standing alone on the side of the road, so he took my hand and led me across the road. Grandpa didn't say anything, but I felt his hands were so strong and warm.

Sometimes, I can see car accidents on the road. I think the injured people must be very sad, and so must their families. So when I cross the road again, I must pay full attention to the cars around, and then walk there in no hurry.

Because I know that peace is a blessing!