an experiencequestion英语作文

an experiencequestion英语作文
Life is often faced with questions. The terrible thing is not to dare to face them, but infinite self reproach and evasion. Listen to silent questions and face endless accusations.
Memories drag to that day. Just after the summer morning, the wind kept whistling. My classmates and I rode to school together. The cold wind made me shiver constantly. When we rode down a slope, we accelerated constantly. At this time, several elderly people over half a century were talking about family chores across the street. An old man stretched his hand into the air and just knocked me and my classmates out of the car. She also staggered down. Immediately, the crowd rushed over like hungry wolves and surrounded us three floors inside and three floors outside, The old people who just chatted also joined forces to pull up the fallen old man and ask about the situation. After that, there were endless reproaches and admonitions. I stood up slowly. I only heard the people next to me say: do you know how old the old man is when you ride so
fast? It was like watching a joke. All of a sudden, my brain was blank. I was at a loss to see everyone casting doubts, reproaches and even fierce eyes.
I silently lowered my head and thought: if the old man doesn't put out his hand, we won't have anything to do? Just about to say this sentence, people's words blocked me. We just stood like prisoners being interrogated. Listening to such questions, our hearts were like flames burning. But every time we were about to burst out, they were swallowed up by ruthless words. The dark sky and cold wind were suffocating.
At this time, someone squeezed out of the crowd. He first leaned down to ask about the old man, and then explained to the crowd what had happened. After watching, the crowd slowly dispersed. We don't know who he is, and we just want to say thank you to him. When a matter that is not your fault but is closely related to you is put in front of everyone, those love and sympathy will become voices, which is a kind of silent doubt.
Listening to silent questioning, like the weather that day,
is so cold and suffocating. After growing up, questioning may be beautiful, but now it is still cold.。