That time, probably when I was in the first or second grade, I took the bus alone for the first time to take classes at Tianmu Musical Instruments. At the risk of being squeezed into a patty, I "trudged" on the bus to find a seat. Maybe it was my sincerity that moved Heaven. Not long after, an uncle next to me got out of the car. I immediately smiled and was elated, and sat down on that seat at lightning speed. Just when I was about to enjoy the first seat I got on the bus, an old woman with gray hair and a few deep wrinkles on her forehead who looked to be in her late teens walked onto the bus. The hands that have weathered the vicissitudes of time tightly grasped the armrest, and the little "three-inch golden lotus" struggled to find a foothold on the crowded bus. Originally, in Hangzhou, the "happiest city", there should be many people rushing to give up their seats to this old woman, but unexpectedly, those uncles and aunts sitting in the "care seats" and seats saw this. After seeing the old lady, she either closed her eyes to "sleep" or turned her head towards the glass window to "look at the scenery". I was going to give up my seat and let the old lady sit.