初一作文初一叙事作文：Dust into a man

The dust has a person, in silence and quietly, Dust outside one, because she and angry, and because of her and regret, The dust that a person, with her heart to treat the tolerance of the dust.　　　The dust of that man is not others but - I!　小荷作文网 www.zww.cn　　It is a weekend at noon, I as usual from the school gate toward the cram school went home, but this is not the journey home - as usual so smooth.　小 荷 作文网 www.zww.cn　That day I to go home earlier, copied a short-cut, but due to the long-　term construction on both sides of the road to dust everywhere, but I have to go home earlier, without a word - these, rush!　　Run ran, I ran tired, he stood a short rest. How long I can't rest unconsciously buried in a dust! I think twice, hands, cover your mouths and noses and ran out, run, said: "do you think we WuDou chongqing, you can make the fog! I also bridge in chongqing, the mountain, you will come bridge-building orogenic!" I was furious, is fire emit three zhangs, no, oh, it should be the fire emit a thousand zhangs!　　When I fled the dust surrounded by ", "quiet think carefully, it found oneself just speak too far, But after all is poured out on the water, what also don't come back! But what way? My heart is guilty and regret to occupy. At this moment, yeet hay has fallen from under the high cliffs. Only hope that people will I forgive.　　My heart back with guilt, see a cap on his head, "any hair dry, yellowish, his face was full of many wrinkles, skinny bodies with a pair of middle-aged women, thin hand tightly, tightly holding a tattered broom, silently in the heart and mind, have one!　　After a moment, suddenly, she looked up and look at me. I hastened to lower the head, didn't dare to look her in the eye, a kind mother, as if to tell me: "don't be afraid, I don't blame you, is I sweep of too hard!"　Just at this moment, this one, the second, that her emaciated body stands firmly in my heart, that her "tall" image permanent preservation in my heart.　　Gradually, the sun still dust hung in the sky, she has left, but her figure, it is so high.　In the dust that has a person, she taught me tolerance, in the dust that has a person, she taught me to others, in the dust has such a plain and great man, she is the most simple and unadorned case, "tell" my mother: is can't express, tolerance is unable to express, must use action to express!