There are many safety in our life, such as: safety, food safety, and the campus safety that we are most familiar with... Now let me tell you about my understanding of safety and security! We now live in a society with many cars, accidents happen all the time, he is like a powerful bomb, it is hidden in our lives inadvertently will explode. We often see news about accidents on TV. The number of children under 14 in accidents is the highest in the world, so we have to follow the rules. I have seen such a news: in Changqiao, Beijing, a primary school pupil was knocked down by an off-road vehicle and did not wake up. The student's father held her in his arms and covered her eyes with tears, and her eyes, big as beans, rushed to her eyes. Eyes full of pleading and helplessness. He cried out, "My son, my son, open your eyes and look at me!" Watching this scene, people shivered. A car accident made a family broken, let the family lost the warmth of the home, let the relatives live in remorse and sadness forever. Think of how much pain the accident caused us. From now on, we have to follow the rules. We must remember that we only have one life, and having a healthy body and mind is the basis of our study and life, and also the guarantee of happiness in life. Safety accidents happen in an instant, but the pain brought to people is a lifetime. So we must always keep safety in mind! Cheer for our future!Whenever anyone mentioned that there had been another accident, my heart ached again. When I was young, I lived with my father, mother and grandmother, and my grandfather passed away very early. Grandma loves me very much, every time as long as my mother is not at home, grandma will play with me all day long, and give me a beautiful braid, and I often Qi in grandma's "prime minister" belly. It was a sunny afternoon, the city was still busy, grandma was ready to go to church, mom and dad said: must take a taxi to go, but grandma in order to save money or sit "motorcycle". As a result, halfway to the road because of "Mo" with a bus to rob the way, was knocked to the ground... In an instant, death took grandma's life. My parents and I couldn't believe it was real, it was stupid... .... Did the grandma who loved me and loved me really leave me? I'm never gonna see her again? Oh, Grandma! I want to be in your arms. I also want you to comb me that let other children are envious of the braid ah! I want you to pat my back and sing my favorite song to lull me to sleep! I hate car accidents! If everyone follows the rules. "It's better to stop for three points than to steal a second!" Then how did my grandmother leave us? How many innocent families like ours have been hurt by those senseless car accidents? How many tragedies? Really, the accident is too terrible, like an invisible talon, lurking in all of our lives. It just sticks out at some point and bites who? Nowadays, there are more and more cars on the road, the road is more and more crowded, and there are more and more accidents. Dear students, friends, cherish their own life! Do not hold the psychology of luck, be a qualified citizen, abide by the laws and regulations, so that happiness is not lost forever for this second's carelessness.
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