I am a left-behind children. So in my impression, my grandma taught me a lot like my life teacher. Although she had passed away, what she taugt me is always in my heart. When I was 8, I was wrongly robbed of his things by my deskmate. The students all said I was a thief. Even the teacher didn't trust me. I was so sad. When I came home from class, she didn't say anything about it. I asked her if she believed me. She said not to make a conclusion too early. Sometimes a wrong conclusion will affect other's lives. We just need to wait for the result to come out. After a few days, my deskmate found out his things and both the teacher and all students apologized to me. I just want to say that when you don't know the truth, don't comment on others.