Stranger composition

In daily study, work and life, everyone will be exposed to composition to some extent. Composition is the transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed and concise language that you can understand to a developed and standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. So how to write a general composition? The following is a stranger's composition that I helped you organize. Welcome to share.

A stranger's composition 1 There is a kind of "love" called care, which means caring for and caring for the people you think you should protect.

In a snowy winter, snowflakes fall like elves on cars, roofs, branches, floors and so on. , as if to give them a white dress.

My hands are heavy after the Olympic math class, but I don't feel heavy at all. The joy of harvest fills my heart. I hummed all the way to the bus stop and waited for a while for the bus to come. The bus was full of people, and I finally got on the bus. But on closer inspection, there is not even an empty seat. Things are really heavy, and my hands are shaking. The feeling of just harvesting joy suddenly disappeared. I began to secretly complain, this damn heavy schoolbag. Just when I felt sad and helpless, suddenly a warm voice came, little girl, your schoolbag is so heavy, sit with me! I looked back, glanced at my aunt quickly, thanked her and sat up.

Just as I was about to get off the bus, something cold suddenly touched my leg. I was shocked and looked up at my aunt-she turned out to be a disabled person. Aunt smiled at me when she saw the stunned expression, and the tears that moved her instantly slipped from my face. Suddenly, my sleeve was wet, and the people in the car noticed my expression. Looking at this aunt, many people offered their seats to her. If we are all like this old lady, what reason is there to say that China is not richer than other countries?

Caring is like a clean glass of water to quench people's thirst, caring is like a bright moon, illuminating the world; Caring is like a tree sheltering people from the wind and rain ... See how powerful the positive energy of love is! As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world!

Whenever I encounter difficulties and start to feel sad, I always think of that sentence-be optimistic about everything. This is what an old man said to me on the bus.

One sunny morning, I came to the bus stop. The reason why I came to the bus station is because the class teacher actually asked me, a student who knows nothing about painting, to make a handwritten newspaper. After thinking for a long time at home, I still have no inspiration. I plan to go to the park by car to find inspiration.

After waiting for a long time, the bus finally came and I got on it. In the car, I was very depressed. I always wondered if my teacher would criticize me if I didn't draw well ... At this time, an old man in his seventies was sitting next to me. Maybe because he is disabled, I can't help sighing by the window all the time. "Young man, why are you unhappy?" The old man asked me with relief.

I turned around in shock and replied, "Nothing ... Nothing, but the teacher asked me to draw a handwritten newspaper, and I was depressed."

The old man smiled and said to me, "So, seeing that you have been hiding in that corner, I thought you were going to abandon me."

I thought I was discovered, so I said guiltily, "How … how?" . Why do you think so? "

Grandpa replied, "No …" and said, "Because someone laughed at me, because I am disabled."

I asked again, "Then why is your hand ..."

He said, "Because of the car accident." Later, he smiled again. "But life is quite good now."

My heart suddenly shocked: a 70-year-old disabled old man can still live happily. What reason do I have to be unhappy here?

Grandpa told me again: "People, living is to live happily. Why are you worried about these trivial things? " ?

I nodded, ready to get off. Just as I stepped out of the car door, my grandfather said to me again: "Be optimistic about everything! Don't be unhappy because of some small things. " I nodded my head.

Later, I finished painting successfully and the teacher praised me. This is all because of the old man, and I want to thank him. He taught me to be optimistic about everything. I always thought that he was sent by God to help me.

Stranger composition 3 There are always some canteen staff in the school who wear ivory clothes and ivory hats. They always stay in the canteen, the door of the canteen is always closed, and only the faint smell of food floats out. They are responsible for the meals of nearly 400 people in eight classes of grade six.

There are only twenty or thirty of them, but they bear the meals of so many teachers and students. So every time they do morning exercises, they all stand outside the canteen with a bowl of rice. I don't know how long they ate, but after eating, they went in.

The dining room has windows, but they are not open much, so it can only be exhausted through vents as big as two or three pots. There are curtains on the window and they are always closed. If you look closely, you can see that there are several vague and busy figures in it.

Although you can't go in casually at ordinary times, you can still go in if you allow it. A few steps towards an old tree that has grown for decades, a row of small bungalows appeared in front of me. This is the canteen. Open the white door, and suddenly there are some machines, round and square, tall and short, long and short. Although there are many people, there are so few people who can only cook. No wonder the machine is a "helper".

At the end of the fourth class in the morning, there was a burst of footsteps on the stairs. It's rice and soup from the canteen. They have two classes at a time with big silver plates. The staff who came to deliver the meal all wore masks and their faces were red. It must be the mask and the hot air. Nevertheless, they still do it every day, whether it's cold or sunny, or it's raining cats and dogs, and they never stop.

Just for a good meal at noon, students are busy for a long time every working day. What they want may not be the admiration of their classmates, but to give these flowers in the motherland a better environment with their own strength, so that the flowers in the motherland can study hard and bring a better tomorrow.

There are several morning glories beside the canteen. Year after year, the flowers in bloom are falling, time is changing, and the scenery is also changing. It is replaced by strange and brand-new scenery, and then it is gradually familiar. People who work in the canteen are not familiar people, but they bring a familiar smell.

Stranger Composition 4 There is a thick book in my memory. This book records many people, including relatives, friends, classmates and some friendly strangers.

Sitting at a desk alone, I can't help but open my treasured books and look for the most unforgettable person. Turning over, my eyes were attracted by a stranger. She is a sister. At that time, I only vaguely saw her appearance, long curly hair, big eyes, small mouth, mouth painted with queen red, particularly long legs, slim and beautiful.

At that time, I was still young and accidentally separated from my mother. Looking at passers-by, I was particularly anxious, fearing that I would never see my mother again. I stood there, stamping my feet. At this time, a beautiful sister came over and asked softly, "Little sister, are you separated from your mother?" I looked at her warily and thought, "What if she is a bad person? Never tell her. "

That sister probably read my mind. She blinked her beautiful eyelashes, bent down and smiled and said to me, "Don't be afraid, little sister, my sister is not a bad person!" " "I said tentatively," Yes, I accidentally got separated from my mother. " My sister stood up and handed me a piece of toilet paper. Maybe it was infected by my sister's patience. I wiped my tears and calmed down from my anxiety. Then my sister asked my name and age, as well as my mother's name, and told me not to wander around where I was. Then she turned and ran to the front desk. After a while, I heard my name on the radio. After a while, I saw a lady running towards me in a hurry. It is my mother who is looking for me everywhere.

In the warm embrace of my mother, I want to turn around and thank that sister. However, her figure disappeared. I think she must have left. I feel a little sorry that I can't say "thank you" to that sister personally. Although I don't know her name, she still left a deep impression in my mind. What a kind sister. Every time I think of her, I can't help saying, "Thank you!" " Sister. "

It was cloudy and rainy in Mao Mao for five consecutive days. I put on my raincoat, hurried out of my house, ran to the bus stop, and caught the 100 bus.

After getting on the bus, I first took off my raincoat and took out my bus card, but I didn't want to take my backpack down and put it on the ground. After all, it's raining, and there will always be some rain and footprints on the ground, so I have to touch the bus card slowly with my hands. Suddenly, I felt something hard and a cold hand. I thought: how did this card get out on its own? Then I thought: Why is this bus card long again? Has anyone helped me take out the "life-saving card" from my schoolbag? When I looked back, it turned out that an elder sister was helping me. I quickly thanked her. After thanking me, I quickly swiped my card. The driver's uncle didn't show impatience, and his face was full of smiles, which made me feel that he was tolerant. I went up to see if there was any room in it. When I walked in, I found that none of the seats were empty. I was almost desperate, thinking: it's still so far away, and I don't feel very tired without a seat. Thinking of this, suddenly an aunt smiled and said to me, "sit with me, little friend." I will get off soon. " I was so elated that I finally didn't have to stand all the time. I quickly sat in my seat and felt very comfortable. Ten minutes later, I saw my aunt who gave me her seat still standing at the door of the car and didn't get off. I think my aunt saw that I was a pupil. I guess I really wanted to sit down, but I didn't tell me directly, because then I might be embarrassed to accept it, so I made an excuse and got off the bus quickly. Suddenly, my eyes were moist and I felt that she was very understanding. I was just about to get off and stand at the door of the car. Suddenly, a pedestrian appeared in front of me and the driver slammed on the brakes. Many people in the car fell down, and I was no exception. I stood up slowly. Many people looked at me and said, "Little friend, aren't you hurt?" "What's the matter, son?" I am very touched and deeply feel their concern.

These strangers treat me as their parents, which makes me familiar!

Stranger Composition 6 In the vast sea of people, there are always some unforgettable shadows. There was a fake beggar, which left an indelible impression in my heart.

Last weekend, my brother and I went to Datong China by bus. After getting off the bus, a beggar in rags first caught our eye. I saw that his clothes were constantly "fluttering" in the autumn wind, which was incomplete and extremely thin. It can be described as skinny! There is a donation box in front of him, with lines of painful and crooked words written on it.

My nose hurts, so I took out a ten-dollar bill from my pocket. I was just about to put it in the box when my brother grabbed me with his first hand, pulled me to a corner and confiscated another ten dollars!

"What are you doing!" I cried indignantly, "He is so pitiful, shouldn't he be subsidized?" "Poor"? My brother snorted. "Your life may not be as good as his!"

Why do you say that? I was puzzled and had to follow my brother to the supermarket first.

After shopping, it was near dusk, and when I walked out of the supermarket gate, beggars were still begging. Occasionally, people in twos and threes stop to take out various coins and put them in his box. Against the backdrop of dusk, that thin face seems to add a layer of sadness. I can't stand it any longer. I quickly threw the remaining ten dollars in my pocket into his box. "I kowtowed to you." Say that finish, a XiangTou "dong" have to knock to the ground. When I looked up, a dusty face came into view. My heart seemed to be shaking, and an inexplicable sadness came to my mind like spring. "Come back! What stupid thing are you doing! " Cried the younger brother eagerly I hurried back, but I got a scolding. My brother told me not to be blinded by the status quo. Some things are not as simple as we see.

As the night deepens, the pedestrians on the street become less and less. At this time, the beggar stood up, looked around, slowly turned into an alley and walked step by step to a tobacco hotel. He tore open the mouth of the box on the counter, swallowed the money in one gulp, and scattered pieces of paper money and coins all over the counter. He casually chose a bottle of "sky blue".

I suddenly feel like I've been struck by lightning, and I can't be calm for a long time. That sad face turned out to be so mean. In order to make money, to pretend to be poor, to deceive the people, to beg everywhere, to give up the dignity of being a man, rather than relying on their own labor, is really sad and hateful!

In my dream, I saw a strange and familiar face again.

His hair is too long, blocking his face, his clothes are covered with patches, and his back is so familiar, as if he had sat in front of the hospital.

I met him when I was six. It was a rainy day, and my mother and I were walking home. Seeing him, he curled up in the corner, cold and hungry. Mother said, "Good son, let's give him a bag of biscuits and two bags of milk." As soon as I heard it, I kept crying and said, "No, I won't give it to him." The stranger didn't know what I was doing, so he asked doubtfully, "What are you doing, little friend?" Seeing his dirty appearance, I said, "I won't give you anything delicious." He may have understood something and said, "honey, I'm not hungry." As soon as my mother heard this, she took out cookies and milk from her bag and gave it to him. My mother said, "I have something for you at home." Seeing the stranger refused to accept it, my mother seemed to whisper a few words to the stranger, and the stranger accepted it. The moment the stranger accepted, I thought he was my mother's friend. My mother took me away. On the way home, she said, "Helping others can make you happy."

Now that I have grown up, poor stranger, if you are by my side, I really want to say, "I'm sorry."

When you see the title, you may ask me why I should thank strangers. Usually parents say don't pay attention to strangers. What's going on here? Let me tell you something!

Once, my sister and I went to the piano class to practice. Mother gave us one yuan each to go back by bus after school. After practicing the piano, my sister and I walked to the bus stop while playing. We found two bus stops, and we don't know which bus stop can sit at home. I said it was on the right, and my sister said it was on the left. We had a fight. Finally, we decided to listen to my sister and wait at the bus stop on the left.

When we got on the bus, we found that we were sitting in opposite directions. My sister and I are anxious like ants on hot bricks-running around because we have no money. At this time, a strange elder sister seemed to see our thoughts and kindly said to us, "Little friend, are you riding backwards?" Is there any money left? If you sit backwards, get off at XX station later and I'll give you the money, okay? "We quickly thanked the elder sister.

Arriving at the station where the elder sister said, we nervously followed her out of the car. After getting off the bus, my elder sister exchanged two yuan with WeChat payment, gave me and my elder sister one yuan each, and let us sit back home.

Thanks to the help of this elder sister, there are still many good people in the world. So don't trust strangers. Is this completely correct?

I remember on the beach that there were many trivial things. They are like shells, some are big, some are small, some are beautiful and some are not so dazzling. When the sea washed away, it disappeared without a trace. Only that thing, like a tree rooted on the shore, stands strong and cannot be washed down.

That Thursday was a cold winter. As usual, I stood by the bus stop and waited for the bus. There is an old woman standing next to me. Grandma walks with crutches and her face is wrinkled. At this time, the bus came from a distance.

We got on the bus with the crowd. I saw a stranger sitting in the front row. He didn't give his seat to grandma. I had to help her to the back row. The bus has started.

On the way, I remembered the stranger in the front row. I think he is too rude. Grandma has got off the bus and the car continues to drive.

Walking, the stranger started coughing and then sneezing. He made such a loud noise that everyone in the car was very noisy by him. After a while, he finally got off the bus, but suddenly, a cold wind pierced his body, and the people on the bus suddenly shivered.

It turned out that the window next to his seat was broken and could not be closed. He didn't want grandma and the people in the car to catch cold, so he blocked the window with his body. My heart suddenly exploded and I was in awe.

The stranger gave selflessly. If there are more such people, the world will become extremely beautiful and harmonious. This stranger is awe-inspiring. If there were more such people, the world would be more civilized. This stranger is an example for us to learn from. Now, what else can reflect my current mood? Hello, stranger.

Stranger composition 10 We live in a harmonious society, and everyone helps and cares for each other. I once got help from an enthusiastic stranger in a small shop.

It was a quiet night, and the moonlight shone through the cracks in the clouds. A gust of wind rustled branches and leaves. Under the quiet night sky, you can vaguely hear the barking of the puppy. Such a dark night indicates that disaster is coming. Sure enough, when I skipped to the door of the shop to buy a pen, I stepped on a smooth little stone. "Bang-"I fell heavily on the ground and the skin on my arm was scratched. When I got up slowly with a sharp pain, my hand was habitually stuck in my pocket. Oh, no, there are two one-dollar coins missing. I guess they fell out of my pocket when I wrestled. I immediately looked in front of the store and in the grass nearby, but I still couldn't find it. I looked at my watch. It's eight twenty-five, five minutes before the store closes. Even if I get home as fast as I can to get the money, I'm afraid it's too late. I was anxious like an ant on hot bricks, tears welled up in my eyes.

At this moment, an aunt came over. Her shiny black hair hangs down naturally, smooth and soft as black brocade, and her watery eyes are embedded in her red face like two grapes. She is wearing a dress embroidered with pink flowers. She whispered to me, "What's the matter with you, little friend?"

"I ... I fell down and the money fell out of my pocket ... get out. The store is about to close, and it's too late to go home and get it. " I told the story with tears.

"Oh, I see." Aunt said, "Be careful when you walk next time." Then she gave me two one-dollar coins. I just want to say thank you to her. Her figure has disappeared in the dim moonlight.

Although it has been a long time, it is insignificant, but it is still firmly imprinted in my heart. I will never forget that dark night and that aunt's sweet smile. ...

A stranger's composition 1 1 One afternoon a few years ago, my mother sent my baby to the station and asked me to go to my grandmother's house alone. In my mother's repeated exhortations, the bus started. Looking at the strange and expressionless faces around me, my heart lifted and I clung to the handrail and dared not move.

However, something terrible happened-the car broke down halfway, and I stood there at a loss and looked around blankly. "No, get off!" ""what bad luck. "Some passengers got off the bus unhappily. I'm still dull. I only know that my mother let me get off at Xinhe Road, but she didn't say it was halfway, so I still stick to my "position." Get out of the car quickly, get out of the way, others are still getting off. "The conductor gave me a discontented push." As a child, his mother specifically told him not to get off the bus. How can he go alone! "There is a kind aunt who is enthusiastic about me. She took my hand and said, "Come on, get off with my aunt. "

So I was inexplicably driven off the bus. After a while, my aunt and I got on another bus and bought me a ticket. At this time, I was preoccupied with how to get off and go to my grandmother's house, and I didn't care about her concern at all. When the bus arrived at the station, I saw my familiar grandmother's house again. I jumped out of the car and heard my aunt's voice behind me: "Look out!" "

When I got home, I told my mother about it. My mother asked me in surprise why I didn't say "thank you" at that time. Then I remembered that I forgot to say a word of thanks to this kind aunt.

People's hearts can warm others and hurt others. But I always believe that people are born pure. If people can love and warm each other, the whole world will become better.

Stranger composition 12 In my life, there are many people who have helped me, and one strange child has been deeply imprinted in my mind.

It was raining cats and dogs that day, and raindrops the size of peas kept hitting the ground. I am holding an umbrella, but there are still some naughty raindrops jumping on my clothes. I soon became a "drowned rat".

I walked quickly with my head down, thinking: My mother will definitely scold me to death this time. Thinking, thinking, your head is getting lower and lower. Suddenly, I bumped into a man, and he fell to the ground in an instant, and his clothes were wet. I quickly lifted him up and repeatedly said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" " "But after a long time, I still didn't hear a response. I looked up and saw a child about seven or eight years old wearing a blue rain coat, holding a bag of garbage in his hand and tears in his eyes.

I asked strangely, "children, how can you pick up garbage in rainy days?" Without looking up, the child said, "If you don't pick it up, the garbage will fall into the sewer with the rain, and the sewer will be blocked and the sewage will overflow, which will bring a lot of inconvenience to everyone." My heart thumped: even children know that littering will do harm to people's lives, but there are still many adults littering.

At the thought of littering before, my face turned red, my umbrella fell to the ground, and the raindrops as big as beans fell straight on me. ...

The gorgeous sunset gradually faded, but it covered the sky with rosy clouds. It was an autumn evening, and the leaves on the roadside were falling. Through the cracks in the clouds, the glow glowed with colorful light. I am immersed in that kind of light, and my heart is warm …

I kept fiddling with the bicycle chain, and my heart became more and more confused: damn chain! I cursed in my heart and hung the chain on the axle again and again, but it was always unsatisfactory. The evening breeze blows me, as if to tell me, "Hurry up, hurry up!" " "My hands have been stained with the oil on the car chain. Xia Hong on the horizon gradually engulfed the whole sky, and it was getting darker and darker. I'm a little fidgety, watching people come and go, and I'm in a hurry to go home but I'm helpless.

Just when I lost patience and was about to walk home, a figure stopped beside me. I looked up. He experienced some vicissitudes in the light, and the fine wrinkles on his forehead left traces of years, but his eyes still showed a delicate look, especially when he spoke, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, which was very eye-catching. Looking at this stranger, I feel a little wary. Just when I was trying to figure out my doubts, he said, "son, the car is broken." I'll fix it for you. " Looking at this stranger, I nodded with warmth and gratitude.

His hand shuttled back and forth between the gears and the chain, skillfully hung the gears one by one, then lifted the car, turned the pedal and saw the rear wheel spinning in the air-the car was repaired. He smiled, and I smiled. Looking at him, the estrangement with strangers has disappeared, replaced by gratitude. I kept saying, "thank you, uncle." He waved his hand, ignoring the oil stain on his hand, and said, "Nothing, nothing, it's getting late, go home quickly!" " "Say that finish, then turned to leave.

In the autumn sky, the sunset glow is red. His shadow was stretched a little by the sunset glow, and he suddenly felt so tall. He disappeared from my sight and finally disappeared at a corner.

The repaired bicycle is still with me, and it seems that there is still his temperature around me-the temperature of a heart. I am in the sunset, and that stranger is the light!

Ride a bike, chase the sunset, step into the sunset and go home with the warmth of a car!

Stranger composition 14 I have met many strangers, but the uncle impressed me the most.

One day, when I was at school, I saw a gray-haired grandmother leading her little granddaughter to school. Unconsciously, the little girl let go of her grandmother's hand and ran to the middle of the road alone. This made the grandmother anxious: "Good granddaughter! Come back, come back! " But the little girl didn't seem to hear it, and she was still on her way.

Just then, a heavy truck rushed at the little girl like a god of death! The driver was at a loss by the little girl's sudden behavior, and the car galloped forward like a wild horse out of control. Everyone around was stunned and helpless. No one dared to come forward to save the little girl whose life was in danger. Grandma fainted with fear. My heart is pounding with fear.

It's too late to say now, but it's too soon. At this critical moment, I saw a stranger in his twenties stand out! I saw that he rushed out like an arrow, picked up the little girl and threw himself on the side of the road, successfully saving the little girl. The stranger sent the little girl to her grandmother, who happily held her in her arms and kissed her again. People cast an approving look at strangers.

The stranger has gone and disappeared among the people coming and going. How much our society needs such courageous people!

Stranger composition 15 We are strangers, but his figure lingers in my impression.

I remember when I was 6 years old, I just went to kindergarten and went to Jinhua with my parents for the first time. I have been full of admiration for Jinhua for a long time, and I am really happy to be able to open my eyes today!

The car drove into the city along the straight Yingbin Avenue. I looked at the beautiful scenery outside the window and was intoxicated. Gradually, the car began to slow down and stopped in the parking lot of the big world. I got out of the car, skipping and clamoring to go in and buy toys. My mother took me to the children's world. I bought a Transformers and a racing car. Then I walked for a while and went to eat.

My mother took my hand and told me over and over again: don't run around, be sure to follow my mother. The left ear goes in and the right ear goes out, and the heart is always towards Transformers. There are too many people in the street, too crowded, walking around, and my toys are gone. My beloved toy is gone, and my heart really doesn't taste good. I always think about my stationery and look around. Soon, my mother and I got separated.

I didn't know what to do when I was young. I just followed the crowd. "Goo goo ..." Ah, my stomach is growling. I squeezed through the crowd and sat down on the street. Hunger and fear attacked me again. Just when I was cornered, an uncle appeared. My uncle kindly asked me, "What's wrong with you, little friend?" With a sad face, I sobbed and said, "I-I got separated from my mother." "Do you know your mother's telephone number?" Uncle asked. I was thinking about "X" and suddenly forgot. My uncle comforted me: "Don't be nervous, take your time." I finally blurted out the "X". Uncle took out his mobile phone and dialed his mother's phone. "Hello", a familiar voice came, and I told my mother where I was waiting for the situation.

In less than five minutes, my mother arrived. When she saw an uncle next to me, she couldn't understand at the moment. My mother was very moved when I explained it to her. I asked my uncle, "What's your name?" "China citizen!" Say that finish, turned and left. Looking at his distant back, the four simple and ordinary words "China citizen" are like a boulder in my new world. ...