There was a big stone in front of my living zone. Though so many people lived here and they came in and out everyday, they just ignored the stone and walked through it directly. Some day, when I went home after school, I found the stone was moved to another side. It was so comfortable to see the road back to its original way. I was so curious, in my eyes, the person who did this was a hero. So I asked the security guard, he told me that it was a new guy who just moved to here did it. A few days later, the security guard suddenly pointed to me the new guy, as he just passed. I saw him. He looked very ordinary, and a little thin in the middle age. I looked at his back, and admired him so much. Though he did the small thing, he was a hero.
