In ordinary daily life, everyone has the experience of writing essays, and they are very familiar with them. Compositions can be divided into primary school compositions, middle school compositions, and college compositions (essays). Do you know how to write a good essay? Below are the stranger compositions I collected for everyone. I hope it will be helpful to everyone. Stranger Composition 1

I know many people, some of whom I am most familiar with; others who I only know faces and nothing else; and others who are both familiar and strange to me. That is, familiar strangers. The stranger I am most familiar with is Huang Yimai, the former team leader.

I used to be a "two-star volunteer" and she was my brigade committee member. Later, I took a "break" for a semester and stopped volunteering, but we occasionally met at school. Now in fifth grade, I am running for the team committee. Unexpectedly, she also ran for office. Before the campaign started, we sat together and chatted. This is my first campaign, so I am a little nervous and a little excited. It was her second time running for election. After all, we all knew each other. We exchanged experience in running and revealed some secrets, which relieved my nervousness.

Another time, I rarely took the bus when I came home from school. I usually go back to my grandma's house by car, but this time I took the bus back to my home. On the way to the bus stop, I met her again. We chatted while walking, and during this chat, I realized that she and my grandma live in the same community. What a fate! Unfortunately, this time I have to take B3 back to my home, or it will be the same bus. A few days later, after dinner at my grandma's house, I was going to learn guitar. Suddenly I saw her and greeted her excitedly. It turned out that we were in the same community!

We are not in the same class, I am in Class 4 and Huang Yimai is in Class 3; we are not in the same grade, she is in sixth grade and I am in fifth grade; we are just in the same school. To be honest, I don’t even know which floor the classroom of Class 6 (3) is on because I have never been to her classroom and we all met by chance. I don't know her well either. I only know her name, her class, her home address and her appearance, but nothing else. This may be the concept of familiar strangers. Logically speaking, they should not be called strangers, but senior sisters.

She is my team committee member. I am very familiar with her but very unfamiliar with her. Stranger Composition 2

One bright morning, I took the subway to go to my sister’s house.

There were not many people on the subway. Among the sparse crowd, there was one person who stood out. His hair was as fluffy as a chicken coop, his eyes were small, his nostrils were big, not to mention his mouth. Naturally, he has a big mouth, and his face is very ugly, square in shape, as black as coal, and his dark face is covered with freckles and pockmarks.

He was extremely slovenly, wearing a very dirty yellow short-sleeved shirt and a pair of khaki trousers. What was even more ridiculous was that he was obviously a young man, but he was using an old mobile phone. . The passengers in the carriage talked a lot about him. He didn't care and sat there calmly.

What happened next made me change my view of him. Seven o'clock arrived, and there were more and more people in the carriage. An old man walked in tremblingly. Standing carefully next to a support pole. The three junior high school students sitting next to us were chatting and said, "This old man is standing next to us, thinking that we will give up our seats to him! It's a beautiful idea, but the old people nowadays are getting more and more annoying." At this moment, The young man stood up and gave his seat to the elderly man. And said sternly to those junior high school students: "Please don't say this about this grandpa. Think about it, if you are old in the future and others say this to you, what will you think?" Those junior high school students said disdainfully: "How can we It's none of your business, you sloppy guy." Seeing how generous this young man was, the other passengers in the carriage gave him a thumbs up and advised the junior high school students to stop talking. The junior high school students also realized that they should not bow their heads in shame. I apologized to the old man. Not only was he not angry, he also said with a smile, "It doesn't matter, keep studying! You are the last generation of the motherland."

This experience made me understand that it is not good-looking. People are not necessarily ugly on the inside, on the contrary, good-looking people are not necessarily noble on the inside, and you cannot judge people by their appearance.

This experience taught me an unforgettable lesson. Stranger Composition 3

I vaguely remember a very sad saying - "Some people can only be strangers, and passing by is an obligation." I don't know if this sentence is also applicable to him.

—Inscription

Maybe so! I only met him once, but he gave me more spiritual wealth than anyone else.

It was an accidental afternoon. I was angry with my parents and slammed the door. The sky outside was dim and dark, as if the entire earth was covered. But I was walking alone on this quiet path, and suddenly a feeling came over me.

Suddenly, a figure came towards me. He came to me and stopped. Full of doubts, I raised my head and was about to see where it was. Unexpectedly, he squatted down. He looked at me with a smile and asked, "Why don't you go home?" I said nothing. Looking at him, I was thinking: Why haven't my parents come to me yet?

When he saw that I was silent, he thought I was lost. So, he stood up and held my hand while walking and asked me: "Where is your home?" I obviously understood what he meant, and he thought I was a lost child! I tried hard to break free from his hand, but he held it too tightly. I had to give up this behavior. I motioned for him to bend down and whispered in his ear: "I'm not lost." Now, he would let go of my hand, I thought.

After learning that I was not lost, he slowly let go of my hand. Only then did I notice how big his palm was, much larger than my hand.

He looked at my expression and guessed: "Did you have a conflict with your parents?" I hated such an accurate guess, but I still said: "Yeah." "Are you angry with your parents? "He said extremely seriously, "Don't be too free of your own temper. Such impulse will have unpleasant consequences." After saying this, he sighed.

For a long time, I was speechless. It's not that I don't agree with what he said, I just don't know how to say it to him. After a while, he walked slowly away. Then I shouted to him: "Thank you!" I didn't forget to add "stranger" in my heart.

Although he and I only met by chance, he taught me more than any other person. The depth of his influence on me surprised even me. It is precisely because of my encounter with him that I am who I am now. To me, he is a worthy “mentor”—a role model among nameless strangers. Stranger Composition 4

According to a general agreement, we will meet 8263563 people in our lifetime, but how many can remain in our memory?

——Inscription

“Farm eggs for sale! Five yuan a pound!”

Heh, it seems that the old man selling eggs is here again. Every Friday on the way home, I hear this familiar hawking sound.

Ever since I moved here, I have seen this old man selling eggs here every Friday. He often wears a light blue shirt and black trousers and sits on the grass, with a basket in front of him containing eggs. Although he looks sixty years old, his brows are full of vitality.

I don’t know how many years he has been selling eggs here. I only know that raising chickens and selling eggs is his way of life.

The old man is very friendly and does business very honestly. He would not deliberately say how good his eggs are, or how authentic they are as farm eggs, but every time someone would ask with doubt: "Are they real farm eggs? How many yuan a pound do they cost?" The old man was always confused. With a sincere face, he smiled naively and said: "Of course, I raised it from the chickens I raised in the village. It's just that I think the price is enough to live on. People should always know how to be content..."

At this moment, the old man’s backlit figure actually looked very steady.

Another sunny day, the old man was sitting on the grass selling eggs as usual. Holding the money in his hand, although it was not much, it made the old man who had just sold four kilograms of eggs have a faint smile on his face.

At this time, an old beggar whom he had never seen before appeared.

With silver hair, a cane in one hand and a bowl in the other, he appeared with a staggering step wrapped in shabby black clothes. This old beggar, who was about the same age as his old man, walked alone on the road at dusk. Every time he saw a passerby, he would come up to beg - but very few people paid him any attention. The old man seemed to see the loneliness and begging in the old beggar's eyes. He clenched the money in his hand, gritted his teeth, walked towards the old beggar, and put the money into the bowl. The old beggar looked grateful. The old man said: "Well, people still have to be self-reliant." After hearing this, the old beggar nodded thoughtfully.

The old beggar left. The old man sighed, sat on the grass, and continued to sell his eggs...

Somehow, the image of the old man selling eggs is always in my mind. I can't get rid of it, the image is so strange and yet so familiar. Stranger Composition 5

"Children, don't talk to strangers." Maybe, like me, your parents have often reminded you like this since you were a child. Everyone understands that this is the love our parents show us.

Even so, in real life, we often deal with familiar strangers. There are police, doctors, drivers,... these familiar strangers have helped us countless times in the past.

It is with the "helping hands" of these strangers that our lives will not be so confusing. Among them, the most familiar stranger is the police. It is they who, relying on their responsibilities in the vast sea of ??people, serve the people responsibly and protect our safety. It is they who risk their lives to fight against criminals day and night so that our personal safety and property safety are not threatened. Isn't their selfless contribution a kind of help?

The same is true for doctors, especially rural doctors. No matter when it is windy or rainy or when the sun is blazing, as soon as the phone rings, they set off immediately. They do not turn away the patients, but try their best to treat their patients. Without their selfless dedication, there would be no conscientiousness of their duties. Then, in the depths of poor rural areas far away from the city, it is because of the lack of many such "angels in white" that many patients have left this beautiful world. How many people will be devastated by the departure of their loved ones. However, only doctors - these noble people can reduce the sorrow of the world. Although we are strangers to them, they have become our saviors. Can't their efforts be rewarded with a "thank you" from us?

Some strangers are also amiable and respectable, but they hold an extremely humble position - driver. Some passengers are careless and often forget some things on the bus. They remind us with sincere and simple words, and even return the things to us intact. In fact, they can completely "appropriate" the items, because in the vast sea of ??people, it's just a one-time relationship, and who will sacrifice their lives for you? From the bits and pieces of our experience, we can see that these "cute" strangers have noble character - they don't know how to pick up gold. Although this is just a small thing, it can make us moved and awe-inspiring for them...

In fact, there are many kind and selfless strangers helping us in every corner of life. Let us welcome wisps of bright light in the darkness. Strangers are not scary. As long as you experience and discover them with your heart, you will feel how admirable they are! Stranger Composition 6

There are so many people in life who deserve our gratitude. Thanks to my parents, they gave me life; thanks to the teachers, they gave me wisdom; thanks to my classmates, they gave me Spend happy time with me. I want to thank everyone who has helped me, but today, here, I just want to thank that stranger who lingers in my heart.

I remember that time, I went to Jintang to eat after attending cram school, but inadvertently, I spent all my money. What should I do now? How can I take the bus? ? I was as anxious as ants on a hot pot. At this moment, a warm hand was put on my shoulder. I looked back and saw that it was an uncle.

The uncle smiled and asked me in a gentle tone: "Kid, what's wrong with you? You look anxious?" I want to go to Jintang, but I have run out of money. "I quickly told my uncle what happened.

After listening to my words, my uncle helped me put in the coin without saying anything. Seeing this scene, I was very moved and cast a grateful look at him. The car was driving, and soon I arrived at the stop. The uncle happened to get off at the same stop as me. At this time, I was still almost one kilometer away from my destination. After learning about it, the uncle stopped another taxi. I arrived at my destination, and I took the money from my mother and wanted to give it to my uncle, but my uncle flatly refused. He said: "Helping others does not require anything in return. "After that, he turned around and left. I looked at the uncle's retreating figure and shouted loudly: "Thank you. ”

This incident impressed me deeply. I thought to myself: Such an uncle who I have never met can help others for free, so why can’t we do the same? I must learn from my uncle. , be a good child who is willing to help others.

If everyone learns to be grateful, the earth will become a colorful world; if everyone learns to be grateful, the world will be filled with warm love; if people learn to be grateful, the world will be full of warmth. If everyone learns to be grateful, the world will be a warm home. Stranger's Composition 7

There is always one candy in the box that is the sweetest; there is always one piece of clothing in the closet that is the most beautiful. ; There is always one star in the sky that is the brightest; in life, there is always a stranger who is unforgettable

I remember taking a fencing class once, because fencing has a lot of equipment, so I The sword bag was very heavy. It was a scorching sun that day, and I was already a little uncomfortable. You can imagine how uncomfortable it was to drag such a heavy sword bag with me. I finally squeezed into the bus and got on the bus. I felt a little sleepy and cold at the same time. After a while, I felt even more dizzy and dizzy.

In a trance, I heard a gentle voice saying: "Kid, are you feeling uncomfortable? I have Fengyoujing here. I can help you apply it. "I followed the voice and looked over, and it was a beautiful sister. Her eyebrows were curved, like a crescent moon, and her eyes were big and bright, as if she could speak. She was so beautiful! The little sister continued: " Maybe a little heatstroke? It's very hot in the station and very cold when you get on the train. You may not get used to it all of a sudden. Wipe the sweat dry, apply some Fengyou essence, take a rest and you'll be fine. "At this time, I was about to shed tears of excitement. Yes, she and I didn't know each other at all, but she was not afraid of trouble and resolutely extended a helping hand to me. I quickly said thank you to her. I got off the bus two stops later, and I didn’t even ask her name.

This incident made me believe that people are full of kindness, and I remembered this beauty. I also remember her kind deeds. I will also follow her example and help those in need more. Stranger Essay 8

, we are always helped and warmed by others, they are like a fire in winter, warming our hearts. And I have also been warmed by others, he is a stranger.

I remember it was a spring, and I wanted to ride my bicycle to the library to study, but unexpectedly, something happened at a critical moment: the tire of my bicycle broke halfway. It's far. But it's quite far if I walk to the library. What should I do? When I was at a loss, an uncle came over and looked at me. He was wearing a suit, holding a briefcase in his left hand, and wearing a pair of blue glasses. He smiled and said to me: "Kid, what's wrong? Did you encounter any difficulties? It doesn't matter, tell your uncle and he will help you solve it. "I thought to myself: Mom said, don't talk to strangers casually, because they may be bad guys. Isn't he the bad guy that my mother said? So, I pointed to the bicycle and whispered: "My bicycle has a punctured tire. No, I can’t repair it. "Oh, that's it." It's okay, I know there is a car repair shop nearby, I can help you carry it there.

"As he said that, I saw him holding the back seat with his right hand and holding the handle of the car with his left hand. He lifted it up and left. Because he was afraid that I would be anxious, my uncle trotted all the way and was so tired that he was sweating profusely.

After the car was repaired, , I took out the money and prepared to pay, but the boss smiled at me and said: "That gentleman has already paid. By the way, he also left a note. "After that, he took out a note from his pocket and handed it to me. At this time, I discovered that the uncle had left at some time. I opened the note and there were a few lines written on it: "Child, repair I have already paid for the car for you. I don’t ask you to repay me. I just hope that you will help more people in need with a grateful heart. "The signature below is "Mote Dust". At that moment, I was very moved, my nose felt sour, and tears flowed down. I looked up at the sky and found that the sky was so blue.

Uncle, thank you! It was you who helped me repair my bicycle; it was you who made me feel the warmth from strangers; it was you who made me know the importance of being helpful; it was you who made me know that there are still many good people in the world, and I will do the same from now on. Like you said, be a good person. Uncle, thank you! Stranger Composition 9

We shuttle in the bustling city every day, and we never have time to care about the strangers around us. . But once, I met a kind stranger by chance, and I was deeply touched. It was a Sunday, and my father took me to the library to read a book. Stacking French fries and sitting on the subway, my mouth was dry and I rummaged around in my schoolbag anxiously, only to find that I had forgotten to bring water.

I swallowed almost all the water, but I was still very thirsty. . I lay quietly on my father's lap, having no strength to speak. My father looked at me helplessly and said kindly: "It will be there soon, just hold on?" I nodded quietly, with a smile on my face. Smiling, he asked slowly: "How many stops are left?" Dad said awkwardly: "There are still six stops left, and we have to sit at the terminal. "The smile that finally appeared on my face immediately turned into frustration. I pulled my clothes hard with one hand and pinched my pants with the other hand. I couldn't cry even if I wanted to. There was no moisture!

After three more stops, I felt like my throat was on fire. At this time, an uncle got on the bus. He was wearing a white shirt and a pair of glasses. The corners of his mouth were raised. He looked elegant and sunny. He was sitting opposite me, saw my behavior, and asked doubtfully: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" Dad replied: "He is thirsty. "My uncle enthusiastically handed me a bottle of mineral water and said, "I happen to have a bottle of water here. I just bought it and haven't opened it yet. If you are thirsty, drink it!" I quickly took the water and said " "Thank you" I didn't even have time to say, so I hurriedly opened it and drank it "Gulu, Gulu" in one breath. After finishing the drink, I felt like I was playing happily in the swimming pool. Seeing my smiling face, my uncle also smiled, and that smile was very bright. , just like the warm sunshine in early spring.

Although this incident is small, it makes me very unforgettable. Everyone may encounter something that needs help. If everyone can release warm kindness, Our world will definitely be better. I am determined to help people around me enthusiastically and pass on the torch of kindness. Stranger Essay 10

Whenever I meet. When difficulties start to make me sad, I always think of that sentence - be optimistic about everything. That was what an old man said to me on the bus.

A sunny person. In the morning, I came to the bus stop. The reason why I came to the bus stop was that my class teacher asked me, a student who knew nothing about painting, to make a handwritten newspaper. I thought about it for a long time at home, but I still had no inspiration, so I planned to take the bus. I went to the park to find inspiration.

After waiting for a long time, the bus finally came and I got on the bus. On the bus, I was very depressed and kept thinking about what would happen to my teacher if I didn’t draw well. Will criticize me... At this time, an old man in his seventies sat next to me. Maybe because he was disabled, I couldn't help but lean against the window and kept sighing, "Young man, why are you unhappy?" ? "The old man asked me happily.

I turned around in shock and responded: "No...it's nothing, it's just that the teacher asked me to draw a handwritten newspaper, and I was very depressed."

The old man smiled and said to me: " It turns out, seeing you sitting in that corner, I thought you disliked me."

I thought I had been discovered, so I said guiltily: "How...why are you like this?" "You think?"

The old man replied: "No..." and said, "Because some people think that I am disabled, so they laugh at me."

I asked again. : "Then why are your hands..."

He said: "Because of the car accident." Then he smiled and said, "But life is pretty good now."

My heart suddenly shook: A disabled old man in his seventies can live a happy life, what reason do I have to be unhappy here?

The old grandfather said to me again: "People, living is to live happily, why do you worry about these ordinary trivial things?

I nodded and prepared to get off the car. The moment I stepped out of the car door, the old man said to me again: "Be optimistic in everything you do! Don't be unhappy because of little things. "I nodded.

Later, I finished the painting successfully, and the teacher praised me. All of this was because of that old grandpa. I want to thank him. It was he who made me understand "what is necessary" Treat everything optimistically, "I always think: He is sent by God to help me. Stranger Composition 11

There are so many relatives in the world to be grateful for, why should I thank a stranger I don't know That's because after I broke my leg, he carried me to the hospital.

That time, I told my mother that it was too hot, give me some money and let me buy it. Let's have some ice cream. My mother gave me a dollar and let me go. I went happily. When I came back, I was jumping up and down on the steps. At this time, two aunts came over and said, look at that little girl. Aren't you afraid of falling when you jump? Then another aunt quickly echoed: That's right! I heard it and thought to myself: "No way!" "But just thinking about it, my foot suddenly missed, I fell down, and my leg was bleeding. At this time, a big brother came over and took a taxi to the hospital. The big brother held me and gave me I registered and asked the doctor to detoxify and clean my wounds. I was still thinking about my ice cream, so I shouted loudly: "Ice cream, ice cream, I want to eat ice cream." "My eldest brother told me that if he wanted to eat ice cream, please tell me your home phone number first. I told him truthfully. He took out his mobile phone, and then I realized that he wanted to call my mother.

After seeing the patient, my eldest brother and I walked out of the hospital. When I saw there was no ice cream, I was about to cry again. As if by magic, my eldest brother took out an ice cream cone from behind and I couldn't help it when I saw the ice cream. I cried and started to eat. Then my mother came and insisted on giving money to the eldest brother, but the eldest brother smiled and said, "It's okay. Helping others is the foundation of happiness." " Then he left happily.

I am still thinking about the smiling figure of my elder brother, and the words that my elder brother said are still fresh in my memory.

Thank you Big Brother - The Stranger. Stranger Essay 12

Adults are nagging in our ears every day: "Never open the door or give directions to strangers, especially talk to them... "In the eyes of adults, strangers seem to be dangerous, but one stranger left me with warmth.

I remember that day, it was the day when I took my piano exam. Because the journey was long, In addition, I was not feeling well the night before, so my mother planned to take the subway first and then take a taxi. As a result, we waited for a long time when we got out of the subway. At this time, I was as anxious as a hot pot. Ants - all around. Suddenly, my mother saw several battery cars parked not far away, so she stepped forward and asked: "Master, excuse me, can you take us to No. 26 Middle School?" The uncles said in unison: "Okay, come to my place!" "My mother and I chose a larger car and got on it.

I looked at this uncle carefully. His skin was dark and dark, and I could tell at a glance that it was the result of being exposed to the wind and sun for many years. His "国"-shaped face had a pair of bright eyes. I continued to observe him.

Suddenly, my stomach seemed to be rolling, and with a "swish" sound, the "unceasing tide" surged out and covered my uncle's shoes. Suddenly, my uncle's shoes were put on. layer of "feathers". The uncle quickly parked the battery car slowly on the side of the road and shook off his shoes hastily. My mother quickly said "I'm sorry" and prepared to clean my uncle's shoes, but my uncle stopped me. He said, "It's okay, don't worry about me, just take a look at the child!" My mother quickly took care of me. Finally, my uncle sent us safely to No. 26 Middle School. We were not late for the exam and I got excellent results.

Later, my mother and I passed by there several times, but we never met the uncle. Although he only met me once, he gave me and my mother warmth. He is a "stranger", but a "stranger" that we will never forget! Stranger Composition 13

"Familiar" and "strange" are a pair of antonyms. It seems a bit contradictory to put these two words on the same person. However, I met such a person.

This person is a top student among us, and his classmates like him very much. Once, the teacher saw that we were too tired from reviewing, so he gave us a brain teaser. She said, "What can I hit that will make everyone applaud?" The students' answers were so varied that the teacher laughed to tears.

The top student said, "Would you like to break the world record?"

"Correct answer!" The teacher said to everyone with a face full of surprise, "I really didn't expect him to give it so quickly." The correct answer came out! It seems that he has thought carefully! Please tell me, have you used your brain?"

The students all looked at the top student with admiration. As for him, he looked proud. After class, he laughed exaggeratedly and said, "They are all pig brains. They can't even do such a simple brain teaser, hahaha..." After hearing this, I felt like my ears were in trouble.

After school, I found that my paper was left in my seat. When I returned to the classroom, I was surprised to find that the so-called top student was copying my papers. Those questions were difficult for me to solve, but he actually wanted to get something for nothing. He pressed the paper tightly and said, "Just let me copy the last question! I don't want to use my brain!"

Of course I wouldn't give him a chance and pushed his arm away. He took out the paper and turned around to leave. As I walked, I thought, is this still the top student I know? From that day on, I never talked to him again. When I see him, I will treat him like a stranger. I won’t say hello to him or play with him. I didn’t even invite him to my birthday.

In the vast sea of ????people, there is a wonderful fate between people. Every pair of friends goes from stranger to familiar. From stranger to familiarity, people will feel very warm; and from familiarity to stranger, it will make people feel somewhat sad... Stranger Composition 14

One afternoon after returning home from school, Xiao Ming finished his homework, took out his newly bought colored pens, and started drawing happily. Because there is no recess today, school ends early, and grandma has not come back from shopping for groceries, so Xiao Ming is the only one at home.

At this moment, someone suddenly heard a knock on the door. Xiao Ming quickly walked to the door and asked cautiously: "Who is it?" Xiao Ming thought to himself: Who will come at this time? He's not a thief, is he? At this time, someone outside the door answered: "I am your father's friend. Is he at home?" It was strange that my parents hadn't gotten off work so early. Did he ask this because he wanted me to open the door for him? Xiao Ming thought to himself. At this time, the story of the big bad wolf and the little sheep from the fairy tale came to his mind. But Xiao Ming was thinking, if this uncle is really my father's friend, then it would be a bit rude of me to shut others out like this.

"What should I do?" Xiao Ming thought to himself. I might as well take a look at what this person looks like first. So Xiao Ming moved a small bench and stood on it to look out through the peephole.

At this time, he saw that the uncle in front of him looked pretty good, with a smile on his face and a folder in his hand. He didn't look like a bad guy. He originally wanted to open the door, but then he remembered that his mother once told him not to open the door when a stranger knocked on the door. He thought about it and finally came up with a good idea. He said to his uncle: "Uncle, my mother won't let me open the door to strangers. Otherwise, since you are my father's friend, then you call my father and ask him to call home. Please confirm your identity and I will open it for you, okay?”

Later, the uncle did as Xiao Ming asked, and Xiao Ming opened the door for him. The uncle praised Xiao Ming for being so smart and sensible. child. Stranger Composition 15

When I was a child, I was very ignorant. Not only that, I would go wherever there was delicious food, and I thought that everywhere was safe. Finally one day something happened to me.

At that time, I smelled the aroma of roasted lamb in the snack bar, and couldn’t help but run to the snack bar and look at the delicious mutton skewers. When I wanted to ask my mother to buy a skewer, I realized that I had lost her! I couldn't help crying. I ran around the square while screaming, but I still couldn't find it. My unsatisfied stomach began to growl, gurgling, gurgling. Looking at the buns from the opposite bakery shop, I kept crying. Suddenly, the proprietress of the bun shop came over and asked, "Is the child lost with his parents?" "I nodded vigorously, not forgetting to take a look at the cooked buns. I didn't know anything the boss lady said. I only knew that the buns in front of me were made of meat. The boss took 3 big meat buns and stuffed them into my arms. I ate them hard. After I finished eating, the boss gave me a cup of Coke. I took a deep breath and finished it immediately. This Coke is so sweet! "Son, let me get ready first. You wait here." The landlady said gently, "Okay!" I replied readily. Anyway, I stopped by to visit the small park next to the steamed bun shop.

After a while, the landlady came out. She held my hand and turned left and right to the broadcast room. She asked me to sit on the sofa and gave me an orange. I ate half of the orange. The other half was playing on the sofa. I was immersed in my fantasy and didn't want my mother to be behind me. She bought a big bag of food. My mother gave the food to the boss's wife, but the boss's wife didn't want it. She said goodbye and ran away. Later, My mother scolded me on the street, and I seemed to lower my head to admit my mistake, but no matter what, I want to say to you: "Thank you!"