The little girl looks worried. She stood by the platform and looked at the direction of passing cars from time to time, as if to see if there was a car coming. If the bus coming is not the one she wants to take, she will frown and look worried. It was winter, and the wind was blowing gently, but there was sweat on her forehead. Finally, the bus came and saw her holding a dollar in her hand, ready to rush up; There were so many people that she couldn't squeeze in. I want to take this bus, too, so I quickly got on it. Maybe I was small and pushed into the car by someone behind me. I ran to the middle as soon as I got on the bus, and everyone crowded into the car one by one. The little girl is on the outside. Because there are too many people, when the driver wants to close the door, the door won't close. The driver said, "There are too many people, please get next!" .
At this time, everyone looked anxiously at the little girl behind, because she was standing at the outside. The little girl blushed and said anxiously, "But ... but ... I ..." An old man wanted to see her heart and asked, "What's the matter? Little girl? " The little girl quickly said, "Grandpa, I have class at ten o'clock, and now I'm going to be late!" " The grandfather cried and said to the driver in a hurry, "Then I'll go down." Anyway, my old man has nothing urgent. Don't delay the children's class. I'm going down! "Say that finish squeezed out from the little girl's car.
The door closed smoothly and the car finally started. I have been looking at this noble old man in the cold wind outside the window. His face is covered with wrinkles and shiny hair. He looks too old in the cold wind! His back is so camel, probably because his back is camel, so he looks so short and he is so tall in my eyes! This incident made me understand a truth: in this world, all of us have a humble heart, but many people don't need it. Actually, it's not that difficult to use. We just need to be considerate of others like this old man, and do it in one step, then we can really use it, and then our world will become beautiful. Sometimes, as long as we give in to each other, let's work together to create a harmonious and beautiful home.
2. Help write. An old man struggled in the cold wind and expanded to write 600 words. Today, an old man trudged forward in the cold wind.
The old man is like a branch of a young tree that has just sprouted. When the wind blows, it will fall and break. The old man felt cold and sat alone by the road. Suddenly it rained heavily, and the old man stood up and walked slowly. The rain kept falling, and the path was pitted by the rain. The old man was protected by the heavy rain and hunched his back. He staggered slowly forward, and the rain was still so heavy. The feeling of cold spread throughout his body, but the old man took a step without hesitation. He strengthened his trembling body and walked slowly, so the old man saw it. The child came over and gave his umbrella to the old man. The old man smiled, and the child laughed with him. After that, the child ran away. It turns out that human beings have their own true feelings, and respecting the old and loving the young is the support of our life.
3. The cleaner's composition in the cold wind is "Thousands of miles in Huang Yun, and the north wind blows geese and snow."
The mysterious clouds covered the brightness of the sun, and birds flew south in the roar of the north wind. When the wind blows, I feel cold all over.
The campus was quiet in the late winter afternoon, and several student cadres of our brigade were on duty. The campus atmosphere is cold in the cold wind. Then came a voice: "Hey, don't throw the garbage on the ground, there is a garbage truck over there!" " "We looked in the direction of the sound source. Is a school cleaner. She always wears a military cap, a crimson cotton-padded coat and a pair of black trousers. The deep wrinkles on her face show her age.
"Oh, ok." She was referring to Hu Yi, who threw the potato chip bag into the garbage truck.
When she saw it, she didn't say anything more, just buried herself in sweeping the floor. There was another silence.
Suddenly, she raised her head, put down the ash bucket and broom, and came to us. Xiaohe stepped back subconsciously, and both of us were silent, just waiting for her to speak. "You should take good care of these students, don't throw them around and destroy the school's sanitary environment!" She told us.
At this time, I observed that her hands were covered with inferior tape. I suddenly understood that the old man came to school to clean the floor every day. In such cold weather, her hand was cut by the cold wind. But there are still some guys who don't know how to think of others. Even if we don't care, she has suffered from the cold wind! "Also, there are so many clothes on the chairs in the promenade that no one wants them. Don't you think it's a pity I think it's a pity! " Whether we are listening or not, she has been talking.
But when she said this, I felt extremely guilty. Every day after school, there will be clothes lost by classmates in a corner of the office, and no one will claim them. Don't they know that it is difficult for parents to make money? Don't they understand the value of money? "You don't have to, but you can donate it to the disaster area. How many children need warm clothes in this cold winter? But why did you abandon it like this? " The old man feels sorry for this waste! She may not have much education and may not know as many words as we do, but in terms of moral quality, I feel that she is much better than us.
Looking at the old man's weather-beaten face, a deep feeling arises spontaneously.
The old man selling candied haws wrote that the old man selling candied haws is candied haws. ......................................................................................................................................................
Really, the candied haws seller. I haven't eaten for a long time, and I haven't tasted that sweet feeling for a long time.
Look closely at this old man selling candied haws, just like his father. Bright red Sugar-Coated Berry is crystal clear, and red is attractive. However, that deep red color still can't help but bring me into that deep red memory, that dusty memory. -Father.
String after string, the beauty sets off his father's foolish heart, and the solid gourd arrow is like his father's solid backbone. Although the branches are very low, even if they are about to break, they still hold their heads high and are determined to win. Yes, that father has never been defeated in his life. He defeated himself. Every time I see someone selling Sugar-Coated Berry, I always watch others follow in my father's footsteps. I try to see my father's figure with my own eyes, and there is always a scene where my father gets up after falling. When I got home, I was even more amused. The real father's lies are so low that even I can see that my father was lying to me. But now I recall that low-level scam, but I feel deeply sweet. Yes, my father loves my family.
At the moment when my father stopped, I didn't dare to look at the old man who sold Sugar-Coated Berry, or even the young man, especially in the cold wind. Even when I see people I don't know, I feel that my father's life is very hard. Maybe I will never feel that bitterness, because my father's face is deeply engraved with this permanent memory, while his rough calloused hands support the burden of the whole family. My father loved me, but he didn't enjoy the joy and happiness brought by his son. When his son really grows up, he can really let his father taste the sweetness of Sugar-Coated Berry himself, but he really left, and there was no old man selling Sugar-Coated Berry.
Our father and son looked at each other's eyes before leaving our father's side. Although we didn't feel anything at that time, in retrospect, the eyes clearly contained the sustenance of father's responsibility, perhaps.
5. Stand in the cold wind and pick up my father's composition. If a mother's love is compared to a blooming lily, which exudes charming fragrance in every corner, then a father's love is a jasmine flower, silently spitting fresh fragrance in a corner! Only the greatness of maternal love has been praised, but who knows the moral of fatherly love!
The word fatherly love is so ordinary, but this kind of love is so extraordinary.
A jasmine flower may not have a refreshing fragrance, but it will always make you feel fresh and elegant. Father's love is like this, as quiet as jasmine. No matter where you are, your father's loving eyes will accompany you all your life.
I am about to enter junior high school, and my homework is heavy. Finish your homework on time, and don't finish it until 9: 10. My father often complains that I don't hurry. I am used to finishing my homework like this. Once I wrote, it was too late, and I fell on the table. My father woke me up and severely criticized me: "How could you do this?" ! I don't believe you have the spirit to listen tomorrow. What's the use of not working hard until evening! How many times have I told you, but I just won't listen! "Say that finish, don't sympathize with me, and gave me a slap in the face, walked out of my room and slammed the door. What a loud voice. I turned off the light and went to bed immediately. I felt greatly wronged in my heart and thought, "Others can't finish their homework. What's wrong with me doing this? "This is just a drag. What's the matter? Can you blame me? " This slap made my tears flow like boiling water, and I always felt that my father was too unreasonable. My father stopped talking to me, and I ignored him, often with hostile eyes. I am very sad, and I am also very sad. I reread those words in my memory every day and always feel that I am right. One day, I found such a piece of paper on my desk, which read: Son, I didn't mean to hit you, but I was determined to turn iron into steel. Other children have finished their homework and are still playing downstairs. If you study like this every day, how can your body hold up? Dad wants you to learn every minute to prevent time from passing by in a hurry, but you can't just see that little time every night. Love your father. I saw traces of tears on that note, and I was a little shaken. I wrote back; Dad, I didn't mean to be angry with you. It is my fault that I treated you like that. But you must understand me. Other people's children finish their homework quickly and then go out to play. I can't. I know my father's good intentions. My son, I was in tears and filled with great regret. I stuffed this letter into my father's pocket. At this moment, I finally realized the greatness of fatherly love. I really want to say to my father, "Dad, I was wrong!" " "After two letters, I met my father, but I didn't know what to say. He said to me, "Eat!" I clearly heard that I agreed, "hmm! "He left me another note: Son, dad believes in you, you pursue your goal, dad doesn't ask you to do anything, just do it as long as you feel right! I deeply felt my father's love and care for me. Encouraged by love, I must study hard and fight this battle beautifully to repay my father's love.
6. The composition of the old woman selling eggs in the cold winter On a Sunday morning last winter, the north wind roared, scratching the hair of pedestrians wantonly with its thick fingers and stabbing the skin of pedestrians like needles. The few pedestrians on the road are helpless, so they have to buckle their winter clothes tightly, put their hands in their pockets, shrink their necks and act quickly.
My father sent me to learn dance, and I happened to pass by the market. I saw an old woman in plain clothes at the door, shivering in the cold wind with a basket of earth eggs in front of her.
"What a poor old man!" From dad's mouth.
"Dad, let's buy some and let her go home early!"
Dad said, "Yes, I didn't expect you to eat eggs." Then we'll walk.
"Auntie, help me pack 30 eggs."
When grandma heard someone calling, she quickly turned her head and said happily, "You can choose 1.5 yuan for an egg."
"Take whatever you want, you don't have to choose the big one, otherwise it will be more difficult for you to sell out the small ones."
"Silly boy, of course, you have to pick the big one first."
"What a simple grandmother!" I thought to myself. I saw grandma shaking her wrinkled and callused hands, opening a plastic bag and putting big eggs in one by one. After loading, her father handed her 50 yuan and said, "put three more eggs, and you don't need change." But grandma took out a pile of change, slowly took out a 50-cent piece and handed it to dad: "How can I take more of your money?" Dad knew that no amount of talk could convince him, so he had to say, "I'll send the eggs first, and then I'll come back for them." I will take my children to learn to dance first. "
"It's okay, you can rest assured! Be sure to wait for you to get it! "
On the way, my father told me: "The life of the old man is not easy. I don't want to take eggs, I just want to help my grandmother. "
Two hours passed quickly. I finished dancing and hurried back with my father. I saw my grandmother still standing in the cold wind. At this time, the basket was empty, and there was a bag of tied eggs left beside it, which was obviously sold out. Grandma saw us and came to us happily with the bag of eggs, saying, "I've been selling for more than half an hour, and I'm afraid you won't find me."
Dad quickly apologized and said, "It took you time to go home."
Grandma said, "It doesn't matter if you wait a little longer. How can I break my word? "
What a trustworthy grandmother! What a noble quality! How can it not be awe-inspiring
7. Write about the old man who is in charge of bicycles.
The old lady in charge of bicycles in our alley is always sixty or seventy years old. She has silver hair, a bag on her shoulder every day, and faded blue overalls, charging parking people again and again. Whenever I see her doing this, I always think: Hum, at such a big age, I still have to "pick something". I really love money! However, one thing made me change my mind about her.
It was a day this summer vacation. I went to the park to play. It's really an "emergency". Just came out of the alley, with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and a downpour. I didn't bring an umbrella, so I had to shelter from the rain along the street at the entrance of the alley. No sooner had I rushed downstairs than I saw a figure with a plastic poncho in his hand. But strangely, this poncho is not covered on yourself, but on the bike. I looked intently, ah, isn't that the old woman in charge of bicycles? I saw her facing the wind and braving the rain, taking care of nothing and trying her best to cover the car with a poncho. The poncho covered one piece after another. At this time, I was deeply moved by witnessing all this, and I also thought anxiously: Grandma is so old, will she catch a cold when she covers the car in the rain? Just thinking, there is a strong wind, so cold! I can't help shivering. Oh, no, the poncho that grandma just covered was blown away by the wind. Grandma quickly covered it again. Who knows, the wind seems to be deliberately against her, whistling, and just now this good poncho was blown away again! Grandma came up with a good idea. She limped to the corner of a garbage dump, laboriously lifted several big bricks and pressed the four corners of the plastic sheet one by one. In this downwind situation, even if you show your magic, you can't take the poncho!
The wind roared and the rain poured down. At this time, grandma was soaked to the skin, like a "soaked chicken" fished out of the water, but she didn't care. She just caressed her wet hair, dumped a handful of rain and smiled slightly.
Soon, someone came to pick up the car. When they saw the dry mat, they all opened their mouths and rolled their eyes in surprise. When they saw the old woman's wet body, everything understood. ...
Watching, watching, suddenly a feeling of awe rose in my chest, and I finally understood that grandma didn't want to "pick points", but to give full play to the residual heat, serve everyone and make more contributions to the masses!
Now, whenever I meet this old woman, I always shout with respect: "Hello grandma"! I often listen to my uncle and aunt. Individual traders love to cheat. They use earthen potatoes as preserved eggs, fill the chicken belly with water and sell it to people. Bananas only sell for seven taels a catty. I don't like self-employed, and I never buy their things. However, one thing changed my impression of them, and I will never forget it.
It was a cold winter afternoon, and when I went to physical education class, I suddenly felt the air leakage under my feet. Looking down, I found my cotton shoes open and I went home. I told my father about it. Dad said, "winter is almost over, so buying new shoes doesn't count." Let's make it up! " "But there is no shoe repair shop near my home, so I have to put on my sneakers and go with my father to find the old man who repairs shoes near our school.
At this time, the sun is about to set in the west, and the cold northwest wind blows up the sand on the ground. People are busy walking against the cold wind. The old man who repaired shoes has packed the shoe repair box and is ready to go home. Seeing this, my father hurried forward and said, "Grandpa, can you mend this child's shoes? His shoe series was opened in physical education class. " The old man looked at the whistling wind and hesitated, but then he saw me wearing broken sneakers and said, "All right!" " "
The old man reopened the shoe repair box, sat on the stool, picked up my shoes, looked at them and mended them. I studied the old man carefully. His gray hair, bronzed face, bright eyes and wrinkles on his forehead. Due to years of repairing shoes, his hands were covered with thick cocoons. He held a shoe cone in one hand and a thread in the other, sewing needle by needle. It was so cold that he stopped from time to time and blew his mouth with his hand. After a while, the crack closed, but he didn't stop. He pulled up the place where the thread was about to open one by one, sewed it again, and said to himself, "The shoes worn by the children are not strong." As he spoke, he repaired it carefully. But I thought to myself, "Well, didn't you overcharge me?"
The shoes were mended, and the old man's hands were frozen stiff. Dad asked him softly, "How much is it?" He held out two sticky fingers in his right hand and said without looking up, "Twenty cents." I was startled. Dad asked him how much money he could earn a day while paying. He said, "Hey, what money is not money? Just for everyone's convenience! " "The old man's words like a small hammer on my heart. ...
Like every weekend, my life has a rhythm: I get up in the morning, brush my teeth and wash my face, do housework, do my homework, play computer, dance Latin and play guzheng. Go out for an hour with my classmates once in a while.
This unforgettable event happened in Occasionally.
I finished my work rhythmically. As usual, I shouldered my shoulder bag, played the guzheng with my cousin, and sat on the bus. The smell of gasoline was overwhelming, attacking my nose. My head is very hot ... My cousin turned pale when she saw my motion sickness, so she quickly showed me the scenery outside the window. I listened to her words and opened the nearest window. Smelling the fresh air outside, I breathed a sigh of relief and finally felt comfortable.
I don't know if I heard anything, but I heard a whistle. It's strange, is it that a child on the bus whistled naughty again? I looked around in the carriage, not to mention whistling, and I didn't even see the child's shadow.
The car stopped at a red light intersection. I looked out of the window and saw a scene that shocked me: an old man who was over 60 years old in a green volunteer suit stood in the middle of the road with a silver whistle in his mouth. His face was flushed and he kept whistling. He only has two or three seconds to stop and catch his breath. His hands and arms are very strong. Although he is already a white-haired old man, he can still see the charm of his youth. He kept waving his arms and facing left and right. Seeing that some cars don't listen to the command, I put down my whistle and shouted, "That convenient car, yes, the red one, don't you see it's a red light?" Stop it! Don't run the red light! Otherwise it's okay! "
A well-dressed middle-aged woman stepped down from the red car. The woman is very disrespectful to the volunteer old man who directs the traffic, pointing at one moment and pointing at another, as if arguing with the old man. The old man was not angry or humble, but called the traffic police and handed the woman a ticket. Then he returned to his post. Careful command.
The bus started again, and this time I was closer to the old man.
His hair is white, only a little black silk, blown by the wind, dancing "waltz" in the air. If you use internet terminology, it is "the old man's hair is messy in the wind." Even in autumn, the weather is very cold. I just slept without a quilt not long ago, shivering with cold, and caught a cold the next day. The old man stood in the middle of the wide road, and the wind blew from all directions, making his wrinkled face red with cold, like a ripe apple, and his tall nose was the most obvious, because it was colder than other parts, like a small tomato. Black eyes still have the spark of hope that young people will shine, even if its owner is a weather-beaten old man, or even an old man with one foot in the grave. His skin color is not morbidly pale, not grayish yellow, which is common in the elderly, but healthy wheat color. At first glance, it looks like an old man who is healthy and does exercise every day. He wore a red long-sleeved shirt inside and a green dress marked "Volunteer" outside. The whole looks colorful, but it's funny.
The resolute expression of the old man stirred up a thousand waves in my heart. What does an old man in his sixties do these things for? If you are an ordinary old man, you have spent your old age at home at this age. How can you run out and stand in the cold autumn wind? I'm afraid the old man just wants to show that he is infinitely young and will not be afraid of the coming old age or even death.
After coming back, I learned from the passers-by that the old man was a soldier when he was young, and refused to be idle after he retired, shouting the slogan of "serving the people" and becoming a volunteer. "I am a big old man. Such a dangerous job, what if something happens to me? " Passers-by shook his head and said.
I looked back at the old man. Faced with so many outrageous and unreasonable car owners, he remained as cool as a cucumber. He was really a soldier.
Dedication to others, I'm afraid this kind of thing is hard to do when I was young, and most of it is just an "armchair strategist" like Zhao Kuo. But think about it, an old man, at such a big age, still dedicated himself to others, adding a little warmth and love to this indifferent world. This is what an old man has done all his life. When I was young, I served my country; When I am old, I serve my society. What young people do this?
Dedicate yourself to others, to society and to the motherland. It should be everyone's duty in China.
The tremor of the mind is also the tremor of the soul.
9. Inscription on the composition of mending shoes for the elderly Every time I see my patched sneakers and the dense stitches on the toe, I will feel a spring breeze-like warmth in my heart, and I will think of that figure that I will never forget.
It was a cold winter afternoon and it was getting dark. I just walked home after playing football, only to find that my shoes were broken, and the more I walked, the bigger the crack, and the cold wind went straight into my shoes, making me tremble with cold. I have to move forward step by step. Suddenly, I saw an old man mending shoes at the corner, packing things and getting ready to go home. I can't wait to shout, "Can you help me mend my shoes?" Grandpa looked at the dark sky, hesitated, looked at the shoes on my feet again and said, "OK!" " "Then he took down the tools that had been loaded into the car.
Grandpa sat down again. He handed me a twine, opened the sewing box, found the needle, recognized the thread, put on the thimble, and picked up my shoes to mend them. I looked at the visitors carefully. His gray hair, dark face, cloudy eyes, deep wrinkles on his forehead, and his cracked cocoon-covered hands were red with cold in the cold wind. He put the shoe between his legs, and the thumb and forefinger of his right hand inserted it into the upper. Then he pushed hard with the thimble on his middle finger, and the town went out from inside the shoe. His left hand grabbed the needle, pulled the thread hard, and then put it in from the outside of the shoe ... It was getting dark, so I couldn't see clearly. The old man had to bend his back so low that his face almost touched the shoes in his hand. This is a difficult needle. He frowned at every stitch. Feng is so careful! It's so cold. Grandpa stops to hold hands with his mouth from time to time. Looking at grandpa's palm, I was very unhappy and said, "thank you!" " ""no need. "The shoes are sewn, and I was just about to take them, but he said," Don't worry! The shoes you children wear can't be mended! " Difficult to say, he sewed up the crack again. The old man's words and deeds deeply touched my heart. This old man who lives at the bottom of society has thus contributed his life. "What a good old man! "I sincerely admire!
I paid the money quickly after the shoes were repaired, but my pocket was empty. I didn't even bring a dollar to repair them. What should I do? Grandpa saw me anxious and embarrassed, and smiled and said, "Put on your shoes!" " ""wait for me, I'll get it for you. " "no! Go home quickly! I'm going home too! I am old and have nothing to do at home. It is also convenient for people to come out to mend shoes. " Said, and handed me the shoes.
The street lights are on, and the dim city is on. Wearing mended shoes and walking on my way home, a warm current suddenly spread all over my body and warmed my heart. ...