The moment that moved me 高考作文

I got on a bus that wasn't too crowded, though it wasn't so crowded that some young, strong men didn't have seats. Just as the driver closed the door and was about to start the bus, an old and helpless voice suddenly came, “Wait for me, wait for me, don't close the door.” The bus driver opened the bus door again, waiting for that man. Gradually, I could see the man's face. It was an old woman in her 60s with a child in her arms. She was running, but she didn't notice a small stone lying on the side of the road. She fell. But this did not stop her from pressing forward, and she still came to us anxiously. It must be urgent to see her in such a state of impatience and urgency. After getting on the bus, a young man with a drawing board gave up his seat for her. Suddenly there was a flash of worry and uneasiness on her face. Blood. It's blood. She looked carefully at the child's body, there was no wound, and after a second look, found that his arm was broken. Her worried face had a new equanimity. She smiled. Looking at the sleeping child, she smiled with relief. I thought: if the young man with the drawing board can draw the old woman's smile at this time, there must be another Mona Lisa in the world. At that moment, I was deeply touched!