一个好人-Its Vry Kind of HimOn day I rod bik to school as usual. Suddnly, thr was somthing wrong with my bik. I trid my bst to mnd it,but I faild. I was vry worrid and didn＇t know what to do. Just thn an old man cam and hlpd m. A fw minuts latr, h mndd th bik wll. I was vry glad and thankful, "Thank you vry much." But th man wavd his hand and wnt away.
On my way to school thr was somthing wrong with my bik. What should I do? I would b lat for class. I chckd th bik again and again, but I didn＇t know what th mattr was. I was so worrid that I was wt all ovr. Just thn an old man cam up to m."What＇s th mattr, young man?" H said,"Lt m hlp you." I was glad that my bik was mndd a fw minuts latr.
I didn＇t rally know what I should say. I thankd him again and again, H said with a smil, "It is my plasur. W should hlp ach othr." Ys, w should hlp ach othr. Whn I s somon is in troubl, I will hlp him, too.