I help people, I am happy to write 600 words, and the key points should be prominent.

Helping others and being happy for myself, talking about helping reminds me of something that moved me.

I remember it was a cold night. My mother and I went home by bus. Although the cold wind whistling outside the window, the car is a warm scene ―― some big brothers and sisters are talking about interesting things around them in full swing, laughing from time to time, some people are listening to music, some people are enjoying the heating in the car ... Suddenly, a "cold wind" blows, and the passengers look down the "wind" and see the conductor loudly say, "Grandpa, Guanghua has arrived. As she spoke, she walked towards an old man wearing a cap and carrying a bag. The old man didn't know where he was going, so he didn't get off when he got on the bus. We all go back and forth. " I saw the old man staring blankly at everyone. Obviously, he is a foreigner. The car has also become lively, and everyone is talking about "who is so irresponsible to the old man and let him go out alone?" "Dad, do you have your family's phone number?" "Dad, where are you from and where are you going? "Grandpa is even more at a loss." I, uh, immigrated from the Three Gorges ... "Grandpa's dialect makes everyone sound a little hard. At this time, a beautiful aunt with long hair, long blue down jacket and black shoulder bag came to grandpa and said a few words softly. Then she said to us in a silvery voice: "The old man is an immigrant from the Three Gorges, and it happens that my uncle is from the Immigration Bureau. Please rest assured that I am responsible for sending him home. " The voice just fell and the bus arrived. The beautiful aunt helped grandpa and carried the old man's things. With the help of two other young people, she got off the bus. As soon as I got off the bus, my aunt took out her mobile phone and contacted the resettlement site near Guanghua. After the other two young people patiently asked, they realized that the old man had just immigrated to this community and was about to have a holiday. The immigrant village arranged a shopping cart for everyone to go shopping together, but I didn't want to buy a pack of things. I don't know where I went, so when I saw a car coming, I got on it. Later, I found that the car was unfamiliar and I was afraid to get off.

The cold wind is still there, and there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street. Only a few vaguely secretive hurried home, and the shops closed one after another. Aunt made a phone call, chatted with grandpa and said with a sigh of relief, "I have contacted my uncle and they will come soon." I happen to have a friend who runs a teahouse nearby. Let's wait while drinking tea. " Then she helped grandpa, and two young people took the package. The group walked to the teahouse talking and laughing. It's not cold at night, I see the golden light around them!

Seeing that Grandpa has finally settled down, I can't help but feel happy, and truly realize the meaning of helping others: helping others do good things, no matter how big or small, as long as you really pay, you will have the best happiness!