When you get to a scenic spot and see the blue sky, the green mountain and clear water, maybe you will say this is beauty. When you read a fresh poem, graceful prose① or a wonderful article, perhaps you will sag that is beauty…. Beauty exists everywhere and everyone likes beauty. This story is about beauty of another kind----that of an ordinary woman, Yao Xinxin.

 

　　Once, my grandmother was on a bus. Suddenly she felt sick and wanted to throw up②, but she was afraid to make the bus dirty. The moment Ms Yao saw this, she handed her own clean mug③ to my grandma and said,“Don‘t worry, granny. You can use this mug. ”Grandma was very grateful, but she was so weak that she suddenly fell down in a faint④.Without delay Ms Yao asked the driver to drive the bus over to a hospital nearby. After an examination, the doctor told Ms Yao that my grandma must stay in hospital for a day or two. Ms Yao paid the fee⑤ for my grandma and sat by the bed for a day.

 

　　In the meantime⑥, my family were searching everywhere for Grandma. How we wished we could see dear Grandma again. Just when we were much worried, the next day Grandma appeared before us supported by a stranger. As you can guess, it was Ms Yao. We were wondering about this when Grandma said,“Without the kind conductor, I might not have been able to see you any more.” We thanked Ms Yao again and again, tears in our eyes.