Writing jokes about people.

I have experienced many things, many of which are happy, moving and sad ... among so many things, there is one thing that I will never forget. It happened a few days ago with some friends. That day, a dry mother woke me up from bed. As soon as I turned over and looked at the clock, I couldn't help crying. "Oh, no, it's nine o'clock. I have an appointment with my classmates to meet in the store at 9: 30. " After that, I jumped out of bed, finished washing, grabbed a few mouthfuls of breakfast and ran out of the door. The weather is particularly good this day. The warm sunshine spilled down and made my body warm. But I didn't care about the beautiful scenery along the way. I just run with my head down. I suddenly turned around and saw a stranger walking slowly behind me. I thought to myself: fortunately, it is broad daylight. I don't know what to do if it is at night. I held my head high and drove on. Unconsciously, I came to a crossroads of traffic lights. It was just a red light. I was just waiting outside the zebra crossing. While waiting, I was very anxious. At this time, the stranger came to the traffic lights. I looked at him carefully. He wears casual clothes and has a big face. His eyes are like black gems ... he doesn't seem to be a bad person, but just a passerby. The red light started flashing, and then a child ran off the road. At this time, a big truck came running, and I thought to myself: If the truck hits the child, the child will die of heart disease. At this critical moment, passers-by rushed out and pushed the child away. The child saved the day, but passers-by were hit by a big truck and flew out. At this time, the car stopped, and many people got together and surrounded it. Soon the traffic police uncle came and the ambulance came ... Second, last year1February 26, an important event happened-a strong earthquake occurred near Sumatra Island in the Indian Ocean, and hundreds of thousands of people died in the tsunami. We saw the family of the deceased crying on TV. We sympathize with them very much and hope to donate money to the victims like others. The opportunity has finally come. One day, the head teacher asked us if we would donate, and we would bring it tomorrow morning. We all shouted without hesitation: I donated 10 yuan, I donated 40 yuan, I donated 50 yuan, and I donated all my pocket money ... At this moment, I saw Xiao Dan with his head down and silent. Xiao Dan's father died when he was eight years old, and his mother was a mental patient. She can only live on the factory's monthly subsidy of more than RMB 100, and she eats tofu and vegetables every day. Many of her clothes and shoes were given to her by kind people. I thought: she will definitely not donate. But the next day she took five dollars to donate. Five dollars is nothing to others, but it is equal to her breakfast for five days, or even three meals for five days. Teachers and classmates all said, "Xiao Dan, if your family is poor, don't donate." She said, "No, I want to donate. I have food and shelter every day, but the victims have no food and no family to pray for. " When everyone knew that the five dollars were her junk, the students clapped their hands and some shed tears of excitement. This incident is really touching, and I will never forget it. After school on March 3 1, I accidentally left my schoolbag on the school bus because of my carelessness. My parents and I are as anxious as ants on hot bricks. At this time, a flash of lightning pierced the sky, followed by an earth-shattering thunder and a downpour. Regardless of all this, mom and dad each took an umbrella and went straight to the parking lot of the school bus, but when they got there, they found that the school bus had already left. What shall we do? Will the schoolbags be taken away? There is still a lot of homework to do ... a series of ideas keep pouring into my mind. My parents seemed to see my idea, so they tried their best to find the leader of the school bus driver, but the leader said that they would have to wait for the school bus for two hours before coming back. No way, mom and dad had to hold an umbrella and wait silently where the school bus came in. At this time, I found that my parents' clothes were all wet and my mother's body was still shaking. I was so moved that I almost shed tears and thought: I really have a good father and mother! Two hours later, the schoolbag finally returned to my hand. I still can't forget it!