One night on my travel by train I was woken by the loud speaker’s voice. It said that the train had just arrived. I quickly gathered my things and rushed off the train. After a moment I suddenly remembered that I had left my recorder on the train. “Go back and get it,” A voice inside me was saying. But I thought that the old man next to me on the train must have hidden my recorder, and would never say that he had seen it. I felt it no use to back for my recorder. To my surprise, a shouting come from behind. I turned and looked. It was him, that old man. He was running towards me with my recorder in his hand. Out of breath, he put the recorder in my hand and turned away .Before I could say a simple “thank you,” he had got back on the train. With a long whistling, the train slowly moved forward. I stood still on the platform, looking at the train pulling out.