A small Incident was written in 1920. It is hardly a story, but is well titled because it tells about a small incident in that stuck in the narrator's mind.
One small incident, however, which struck me as significant and
jolted me out of my irritability, remains fixed even now in my memory.
It concerned an act of kindness he saw one of his fellow Beijingers do for another. The narrator hailed a richshaw on a cold late afternoon (is the narrator really Lu Xun? It's written in the first person and gives a specific time for when the event happened--Winter 1917). The rickshaw driver accidently knocked down a "grey-haired woman in ragged clothes". The narrator says, go on, don't worry about it, but the richshaw man helped her up and took her to the police station.
Later he goes on to say
... this small incident keeps coming back
to me, often more vivid than in actual life, teaching me shame, spurring me on to reform, and imbuing me with fresh courage and fresh
hope.
Thanks to Tan Hsiao Wei for putting it up.