600 words about giving up your seat.

Time is like a naughty child running tirelessly. Blink of an eye, my golden childhood has quietly left. Years have diluted many of my memories, but there is only one thing that makes me gnash my teeth and look back angrily. the problem is ...

One day after school, the crowd and I "squeezed" all the way to the station. I walked through the crowd with my thin body in a sea of people, and finally got on the bus and found a cool window seat. At this time, a fashionable young man, wearing headphones and chewing gum, sat opposite me. It happened that an old lady in plain clothes was standing behind the young man. Looking at her thin body, it seems that a gust of wind can blow her down.

Oh, what terrible weather! There is no room in the car, so the old lady can only stand. When the bus started, she jumped into a disco and stumbled along the way, but the young man was indifferent, still staring at the beautiful scenery outside the window, listening to music, chewing gum and stamping his feet. As soon as I saw his behavior, I flew into a rage and clenched my fist. Another sudden stop, and the old lady jumped on the young people too carelessly. When the young man got angry, he pushed her away impatiently, and the old lady almost fell down. I can't bear it any longer. I really want to go up and argue with young people. I immediately offered my seat to the old man, but what about the young man? Don't be ashamed at all, pretend as if nothing had happened!

Young man, why don't you give up your seat? Have you forgotten the virtue of respecting the old and loving the young? Or do you think this position is yours and can't be given to others? I hope you can feel something in the future!