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.