Thanks to the good neighbors.

I have lived in this city for more than three years. Because I usually work in my hometown, I usually only live in the city on Saturday, Sunday and holidays, and I don't have much contact with my neighbors. Although we often meet, we still don't know their surnames. Meet and say hello, and go into each house. Your lives don't intersect at ordinary times.

About a month ago, I received a strange phone call just after studying in the evening, thinking about which parent was calling. I was even more surprised when I heard that it was my next-door neighbor. He said that he found my door open for more than two days and felt something was wrong. He found my phone number from the property and asked me if there was anyone at home. I am surprised and grateful for his enthusiasm. I told him there was no one at home and told him to close the door even if he locked it. Hung up the phone, the in the mind for a long time can't calm. On the one hand, I regret my negligence, on the other hand, I am moved by the enthusiastic help of my neighbors.

Recently, because the epidemic was closed, we lived at home. Going out to do nucleic acid every day often comes across. Every time, my neighbor's elder sister greeted me warmly first, which made me feel very warm and embarrassed. A few days ago, when I came back from doing nucleic acid, I met an old man selling strawberries on a tricycle and bought a basket. When I got home, I left some for my son, knocked on the neighbor's door, got up the courage to say that I bought too many strawberries and invited them to eat strawberries, thanking him for his enthusiastic help last time. After some courtesy, the neighbor's eldest brother also accepted it gladly.

In the last two days, it is obvious that we have met more and become closer. I heard someone knocking at the door before dinner. I'm a little surprised. I thought someone was knocking at the door. When I opened the door, I found it was my neighbor's sister. She said that she had just fried sesame leaves and handed me a plastic bag full of them. I don't know what to say at the moment, as if the words of thanks had been handed to me before I could say them.

Moved, there is a trace of remorse in my heart. A good neighbour is better than a brother in the next village. Who doesn't long for a harmonious and intimate neighborhood? People can take the initiative to help Why haven't I thought about helping others for more than three years? Without these, we would still belong to strange neighbors. Is there no chance? More often, I regard the strangeness between neighbors in the city as normal, and have never thought of changing anything on my own initiative. It turns out that people have lived here for more than ten years. As we are new here, we should take the initiative to establish close relations with our neighbors. I have always regarded strangeness as a habit. How can I deepen my understanding and enhance my feelings if I am not active enough?

Just like human nature, I will take the initiative to get on well with my neighbors in the future. It is also a kind of happiness to have good neighbors.