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I have a picky brother who writes composition 450.
I remember when I was very young, my father told me again and again that honesty is the most basic character in life. I always go in one ear and out the other for those cliches. Until one time, my father made me really understand the truth with his own behavior.

That day, my father took me to a buffet. Seeing that the sign at the door said 200 yuan for everyone, I took 400 yuan out of my father's wallet to pay the bill. "Buy two tickets!" I said to the cashier. The cashier smiled and asked, "How tall are you, little classmate?" Half price under one meter five. "I glanced at my father and saw him smoking beside me. Then, I looked at the height line marked on the post and thought, "If I can save one hundred yuan, my father will definitely bring me again next time. "."1.5 meters, big ... probably not. " I stammered back. While the cashier was busy greeting other guests, I quickly stuffed three hundred-dollar bills into her hand, quickly approached the height line, squatted slightly below the knee, narrowed my neck like an ostrich, grabbed two tickets, held them high and called Dad to come quickly.

When my father selected the dishes and was ready to eat, I quietly ran behind him, covered my father's eyes and let him guess what was in my clothes pocket. I can't guess when I met my father. I magically pulled a hundred-dollar bill out of my pocket. Dad asked strangely, "Where did you get so much money?" I lowered my voice and told the story cheerfully. Who knows dad's frown is getting tighter and tighter, and his face gradually sinks down. "Nonsense! Who told you to be so smart? " Dad shouted in a low voice. "I'm just a little tall. Is it a pity to pay 200 yuan? " I pleaded in a low voice. "Not at all. This is not saving money, but cheating! Honesty is the most basic requirement of being a man. Is your role only worth 100 yuan? " I bowed my head in shame. "Hurry up and make up the money, and remember to apologize to others." Dad suppressed his anger and said.

I had to go back to the cashier and whisper, "I'm sorry, I just measured it wrong." Then put the money on the counter. The cashier kept praising my honesty, but I felt my face burning and ran back with my head down.

This experience made me understand that honesty is the bottom line of being a man. Once lost, no amount of money can be exchanged. My father planted a seed of virtue in my heart with his words and deeds. As long as I remember my father's teachings and take care of them from time to time, it will sprout and grow from a small seedling to a towering tree.