In our community, there is an old woman who picks up garbage. She is over 60 years old and often carries an environmental protection bag and shuttles through every trash can in the community. Because she is so humble, no one will pay attention to her.
But one little thing made me respect her. It was a Saturday night, and we were going to eat at grandma's house. As soon as the bus started, my father suddenly found his small bag missing. "I must have left it at home," Dad said to himself. He immediately went upstairs to get his bag. 10 minutes later, dad looked disappointed and searched the car again, but he still couldn't find it. He said anxiously, "Where have you been? My mobile phone, key and bank card are all in it. What should I do? " "mobile phone?" Mother used her quick wits: "I'll call your mobile phone and listen to where the sound is coming from, so you can find it?" "Yes!" Dad was relieved. But it didn't last long. I didn't even hear a phone call. Suddenly, my father patted his head: "I just went downstairs with a bag of garbage." Will that small bag be thrown into the dustbin with the garbage? " "Mama of, I just saw an old woman in the garbage. She must have found the bag! " I blurted it out. Having a try, I dragged my father to the dustbin. I saw the old woman sitting leisurely on the steps next to the dustbin sorting out cartons. Dad couldn't wait to ask, "old woman, did you see a small bag just now?" She slowly looked up at us and suddenly perked up: "How old?" Dad motioned with his hand. "What color is it?" The old woman asked slowly. "Black." I don't think about it. "What's in it?" "Mobile phone, keys, cards, and money." "Is this it?" She took out her father's small bag from a white-washed environmental protection bag and said with a smile, "I have been waiting for you for a long time." I think some careless person must have thrown the bag away as garbage. Someone just packed the phone! " "Yes, yes!" Dad took the parcel, thanked it and took out a hundred-dollar bill from the parcel and handed it to her. But she waved her hand again and again: "No, no, I have a lot of these things." After that, she picked up the environmental protection bag and hobbled to the next trash can. Watching her rickety figure fade away, my vision is blurred, but the figure of the old woman is getting higher and higher, and I have mixed feelings. ...
Old woman, you are really something. Although you are poor, you are not moved by money. Not only did you not take the bag you found as your own, but you waited quietly for the owner to arrive. How noble it is! Although you are in rags, you are very beautiful in my heart. Because you have a heart of gold, you wrote a capital letter for yourself! Compared with you, I am so small, I am a despicable gentleman. ...
Old woman, you are really something!