Essay: That Morning

Outside the window, it was foggy. A small, fine droplet of water glistened on the windowpane. And then I remembered that foggy morning, that simple and kind face ......

Early that morning, I opened the door, and a gust of fog came over me. "Foggy huh." I picked up my backpack and walked into this milky world.

The fog, as if it is a naughty child, cover your eyes with both hands, do not allow you to see the distant view; fog is like a shy girl, hide everything, houses, trees, vehicles appear to be hidden, if any; fog, as if the mother of mercy, embrace everything in the arms, pampered this mysterious world. Foggy, like a light veil, such as smoke; and like the sky descending auspicious clouds, wrapped in the world just woke up, the world decorated into an ethereal Penglai fairyland.

Almost to the school, people are noisy, a person's shadow in the fog. I stopped by the breakfast stand.

"Four dollars for soy sauce pancakes." The speaker was an old man in his sixties. I took a closer look at him: his disheveled hair swayed from side to side by the autumn wind, his weathered face was sunk in a pair of deep eyes, and a knife-carved wrinkle was clearly visible. The old man took out a crumpled five-dollar bill and handed it to the boss.

At this time of day, there are many people who come to buy breakfast. The owner of the breakfast stall was very busy, he quickly wrapped the breakfast, took the change out of his pocket and gave it to the old man along with the change. The old man took his things and left in a hurry.

But not a moment later, a figure jumped into my eyes again. Huh, isn't this the same old man from earlier? Why is he back again? I was puzzled.

"You overcharged me just now." The old man held a shiny coin in his hand and panted. After saying that, he placed the coin on the table and left in a hurry once again. Looking at the shiny coin, I froze ......

In this modern society full of materialistic desires, how many people can be like this old man, put this dollar so important? Maybe, some people will say, just for so little money and still be so elaborate? Yes, the money is indeed very little, but more important is a person's simple and kind heart which ...... the master's back gradually disappeared in this autumn fog, but my heart warm, difficult to calm.

The fog, hazy, hidden, rely on the world refused to leave. All things are still so vague, but the boss of the simple face in my mind is very clear, very clear ......

outside the window, the fog has left. That morning of the autumn fog, but has always reminded me to be a simple and kind person.