He made me understand the true meaning of the sentence "A distant relative is better than a close neighbor".
I still remember the first time I met him in the corridor. He was moving at that time, and sweat had soaked his hair. Sweat dripped from his face and fell to the ground. His dark face had a pair of small eyes. He is talking loudly with other people who are moving things together, and his voice echoes throughout the corridor. Suddenly, a sense of disgust arises spontaneously.
Fortunately, he and I don't live on the same floor, and that loud noise has spread a lot. However, occasionally a few loud voices are still clearly audible.
After a while, my mother and I packed some useless things at home, packed some, bagged them and put them in the corner of the corridor. I was going to throw it out later, but when we went out, the bag was gone. My mother and I were very puzzled at that time, and I didn't know which kind neighbor brought it down when we went downstairs.
Then I went out once. Hardly had I opened the door when I met him. He went upstairs with a big bag. I don't know which neighbor put the garbage in that corner. He bent down hard, picked up the bag of garbage, turned around and went downstairs again. I saw that his back was wet. I went downstairs, too, only to see him go to the trash can and throw the garbage in, then turn around and carry a big bag of his things upstairs ... My heart immediately knew who helped me throw away the garbage I put in the corner of the corridor that day. Looking at his back, a warm current welled up in my heart.
Winter is coming, and the north wind is howling. No one wants to stay outside for another second. I ran into the corridor from the outside and happened to bump into what he was doing. He turned around and saw me. He smiled and said, "The two screws on this display board are loose. I'm afraid that one day it won't fall and hit people. It's not safe. I will help him reinforce it. " It's cold outside. Go home quickly. It may be a little noisy, but it won't be long, just ten minutes. "I nodded and walked up the stairs. I look back. He is only wearing an ordinary sweater, and his ears are red with cold. It was difficult for him to reach the two screws on it, but he stood on tiptoe and nailed them hard. He looked at them carefully.
Later, when I went downstairs, I passed by and saw the two screws on it neatly nailed to it. I can't help flashing the picture of that day in my mind: a man in a thin sweater is hammering nails at the entrance of the building seriously. Maybe only I know the difficulty of nailing these two nails to it.
Helping people transport garbage and arrange exhibition boards ... He certainly did more than that, but I just met these. What he has done is for himself, in a word, for everyone in this corridor. In today's society, neighbors have long been blocked by security doors. It is unusual for neighbors to meet, smile and say hello. It is even harder for him to take the initiative to send garbage to his neighbors and organize the exhibition boards.