Last Thursday afternoon, four students were on their way back home.
Suddenly they saw a truck coming round the corner at a high speed and some watermelons fell off. At the same time, a middle-aged man on a bicycle fell to the ground. Blood came from his body.
One of them called the policeman, one dailed 120. And the others were taking care of the cyclist. Soon the police came and they reported what they had seen and an ambulance took the cyclist to the hospital soon.
My mother is a village woman， who is already in her fifties. She had very little school education， but she knows that knowledge is of great importance to young people. She often asks me how I get along with my studies and encourages me to study hard.
My mother takes good care of me and does everything she can for me， so that I can spend more time on my study.
Once she was badly ill and had stayed in bed for several days. When I got home to see her at night， I found the light was still on and mother was sitting in bed， making new clothes for me ！ I was so deeply moved that tears came to my eyes.
Such is my mother， a kind and hard-working woman. I’ll respect and love her forever.