Imitate a woman looking at a bicycle to write an essay

1. The Woman Looking at the Bicycle Essay 500

The sun was setting, and I hurried to the Children’s Palace Library in order to find materials for tomorrow’s Chinese class.

When I arrived in front of the library, I quickly put my bicycle away and strode up the steps. "Little classmate, pay the fare for the carriage!" I stopped, turned around and looked down the steps. I saw an old man standing at the foot of the steps. He was not tall and had deep wrinkles on his smiling face. Looking around again, there was just a bicycle. I snorted disdainfully and thought to myself: Why did this old man show up? Isn't it just for two cents to save a car? I walked down the steps impatiently, took out the five cents, and threw it into the old man's hand. Then I walked into the library without even taking the three cents back.

In the library, I finally found the information I needed. I thanked the administrator aunt and walked out of the library happily. At this time, the lights on the street were already on.

When I came down the steps, I saw my bicycle parked alone next to the street light. But what surprised me was that the old man who asked me to deposit the fare - no, grandpa, was still standing by my bicycle. When he saw me coming out, he stood up and handed me three cents of money. At this time, the aunt who was selling cold drinks on the roadside said to my grandfather: "You can get off work now."

At this moment, my heart "thumped". This old man has only been looking at one of my bicycles for so long. Is he doing it for the two cents? No, he is doing his duty! Looking at the grandfather's retreating back, I thought he was so tall.

2. Composition: Reflections on the Woman Looking at the Bicycle

The Woman Looking at the Bicycle ① The idea of ??writing something for the woman looking at the bicycle has been in my mind for a long time.

②The first time I saw her was on the sidewalk in front of a hospital in Beijing. A fat woman tried to snatch away her schoolbag containing money. The strap of the schoolbag had slipped from her shoulders and hung down on her arms.

The skinny girl held her schoolbag tightly in her arms and shouted in a crying voice: "You can't do this. It's not easy for me to make some money every day!" ③ She is 40 Yu Sui, wearing an old camouflage uniform and an old camouflage single hat. That outfit looks like a street stall product.

On his feet was a pair of old-fashioned old cloth shoes, without socks, and the tops of his feet were very tanned. Under the visor of her hood, her eyes showed great and helpless panic.

④ From the comments of the onlookers, I understood the reason for the entanglement between the two women: when the fat woman was storing the car, she forgot to take the bag in the car basket and lost it. She believed that the out-of-town woman looking at the bicycle should be responsible and suspected that she had hidden him.

⑤The fat woman used strength and finally snatched away the schoolbag from the woman looking at the bicycle. She put one hand into the bag to dig out, but only took out a handful of change. With a "cang" sound, a small enamel bowl was thrown at the feet of the woman watching the bicycle. The snatcher got on his bicycle, took someone else's schoolbag with a handful of change, and walked away.

⑥The woman looking at the bicycles chased for a few steps, looked back at the row of bicycles, walked back to the place slowly, picked up her small enamel bowl, and looked at it in a daze. Suddenly, she put her head against the big tree next to her and cried... 7 The second time I saw her was at the bicycle park of a shopping mall.

Because I didn’t buy anything suitable, I didn’t break the one hundred yuan I brought with me. When I was picking up my bike, I said apologetically: "I forgot to bring the change for the bike. Can you find a change for a hundred yuan?" I thought she would suspect me in a bad way, because a man came out of the mall and actually said He didn't even have a few cents in his pocket, so he couldn't be trusted.

She looked at me for a moment, then smiled and said sheepishly: "Then there's no need to pay me, let's go!" Her smile at that time left a deep impression on me. impression. Aren’t many of us already accustomed to guessing? Occasionally, we are not guessed by people who have obvious reasons to guess us, so we ourselves feel very strange.

Every time, I feel grateful. That's how I felt.

It’s me who should be embarrassed, but she is so embarrassed. ⑧Later I went to that shopping mall again and when I was paying my fare, I said, "I owed you two cents last time, so I'll pay you together this time."

The reason why I was so proactive was that I I think she must remember that I owe her two cents. If she reminds me, I will be embarrassed. Unexpectedly, she was stunned again like last time, then smiled and said sheepishly: "No, no, no!" and forced me to give me two cents.

I put the carton of things in the back seat of the car and couldn't help but ask her: "How long have you been in Beijing?" "Less than half a year." "How is life in your hometown?" "No. It's easy... plus my son went to college again..." She emphasized the word "university" with a proud look on her face.

When I pushed the bicycle off the sidewalk, I felt that the rear wheel was very light. When I looked back, she was holding the rear wheel for me. After riding the bicycle for a few times, the carton fell off. She ran over and took out a piece of plastic rope from her schoolbag... 9. This winter, one night after the snow, a retired photographer from my unit called me. Let me write a letter of praise for him.

The one he wanted to praise was the woman looking at the bicycle. "I went to that shopping mall and met an acquaintance and chatted for a while. I forgot to pick up my bicycle and forgot my bag in the basket.

It's okay to carry a few hundred yuan in my bag. The key is I developed more than 300 old photos! I have been doing photography all my life, and those old photos are all my treasures! It was only when it got dark that I hurriedly rushed over, and guess what? The shopping mall has long been closed, and the woman looking at the car is standing in the cold wind, holding my handbag, guarding my old bicycle. People can't be moved, can they? Thank you, aren't you?" He said sincerely on the phone.

⑩ Not long ago, I went to that shopping mall again and saw that the bicycle driver had been replaced by a man. I wanted to ask where the original woman had gone, but I opened my mouth, but didn't ask anything. I pray that she will never encounter anyone who bullies her again, such as the fat woman who snatched her schoolbag.

⑩Under the sun, everyone should be equal. The weak sometimes seem to be afraid of this equality, not because they are not worthy, but because this minimum equality is often too little, too little... 3. Composition: Bicycle Watcher

There are two articles here. One is about a grandma who watches bicycles, and the other is about an old man who sells popcorn. The number of words is about 300 words each.

An old man next to me - the grandma who guards bicycles

The grandma who guards bicycles in our alley is always in her sixties or seventies. She has silver hair, carries a bag across her shoulder every day, wears faded blue overalls, and charges parking fees again and again. Whenever I see her doing this, I always think: Huh, she is so old and still comes to "pick up points", she really loves money as much as her life! However, one thing made me change my view of her.

It was one day during the summer vacation this year. I went to the park to play, and something unexpected happened. As soon as I left the alley, there were dark clouds, thunder and lightning, and a heavy downpour. I didn't bring an umbrella, so I had to go to the building across the street at the entrance of the alley to take shelter from the rain. As soon as I rushed downstairs, I saw a figure holding a plastic raincoat in his hand. However, the strange thing was that the raincloth was not covering himself, but covering the bicycle. I took a closer look, ah, isn’t that the old lady in charge of bicycles? I saw her facing the wind and rain, regardless of anything, trying her best to cover the car with a rain cloth. Raincloth covered one piece after another. At this time, I was deeply moved after witnessing all this. At the same time, I thought anxiously: Will the old lady catch a cold if she covers her car in the rain at such an old age? Just as I was thinking about it, a strong wind blew. It was so cold! I couldn't help but shudder. Oh, no, the raincloth that the old lady had just covered was blown away by the wind. The old lady was in a hurry to cover it again. Unexpectedly, the wind seemed to be deliberately against her, blowing loudly, and the good raincloth was blown away again! The old lady came up with a good idea. She staggered to a corner where garbage was piled up, struggled to lift a few large bricks, and pressed the four corners of the plastic sheet one by one. No matter how powerful the wind is, it can't lift the raincloth! The wind was roaring and the rain was pouring. At this time, the old woman was soaked all over her body, like a "drowned rat" fished out of the water. However, she didn't take it seriously and just rubbed it with her hands to get wet. He shook his hair, shook the rainwater, and smiled slightly. After a while, people came to pick up their cars one after another.

When they saw the dry seat cushion, they all opened their mouths in surprise and their eyes were round. But when they saw the old grandma's wet body, everything became clear... Look, look. , a feeling of respect suddenly rose in my chest, and I finally understood: the old lady was not doing it to "get points", but to use her spare energy, serve everyone, and contribute more to the masses! Now, whenever I meet this old lady, I always shout with respect: "Hello, grandma"!

An old man next to me - the old man selling popcorn

The thing I looked forward to most when I was a child was the appearance of the old man selling popcorn in the alley.

He always appears very regularly at the end of every month. He is an old man in his 60s, with a thin body, sparse white hair, and a face full of wrinkles. As soon as his familiar figure appeared, my friends and I carried the already familiar figure on our shoulders. The small basket filled with rice was prepared, and a few cents collected from the adults were gathered around him like flying. He was pushing an old flatbed cart and walked with a limp. Let's see It looked funny, so I followed his example and walked. He was not annoyed at all, and still had a smile on his face, which made us embarrassed. In order to make up for our mistake, we helped him push the cart in various ways. He rarely He talks, but always has a kind smile on his face.

He is very involved in popcorn, leaning forward slightly, pulling the bellows with his left hand one after another, and shaking the blackened popcorn pot with his right hand. .The bellows whirred and the round pot creaked.

I love sweets the most, so I begged him to put more saccharin, and he agreed every time. His hands were like old tree bark, with protruding tendons. , the palms of my hands were full of calluses. It was dusk, the evening breeze was blowing, and the air was filled with the smell of popcorn. The wind blew the flames straight up, and the firelight reflected our red cheeks and his dark and kind face. .This is really the best memory of my childhood.

A few years passed, and my childhood friends were gone and scattered. When I gradually realized that I had grown up, I could no longer be like my children. When I was rushing to eat popcorn with my friends without any scruples, I rarely went to popcorn anymore. Today’s children’s pockets are filled with all kinds of exquisite candies, and few people eat them. Ancient popcorn. The old man's business has become increasingly slow, his body is not as good as before, and his steps are getting worse. Slowly, he only comes once every few months, and then only once every six months. I don't know when he started to come again. I haven’t been here before. A few popcorn guys came here in the future, but I think we will never see him again.

One day I saw the novel "Gleaning the Wheat" by the writer Zhang Jie; , the novel wrote about an old man selling stove candy, which reminded me of the old man selling popcorn, and tears came out unconsciously. 4. Imitation essay

The roads in the small town are crisscrossed and busy with traffic. . There are many pedestrians and vehicles coming and going, and bicycles have become everyone's favorite means of transportation.

A bicycle has two wheels and is also called a bicycle. As long as you do it and master the balance, anyone can ride it. From a distance, it looks like a galloping horse. Some people humorously call bicycles "horse bones". After riding for a while, the speed became faster and faster, like a cheetah running.

When I sat on the bicycle, the seat was soft and not uncomfortable at all ***, it was quite comfortable. Biking through the streets and alleys, greeting people you know, feels very happy, but you must pay attention to safety!

Everyone who rides a bicycle has great skills. On the street with cars coming and going, they did not rush and their balance was very "6+1"! No matter how crowded pedestrians and vehicles are, they can still "sneak" through like gophers. And some people can ride with one hand, and some can even get over "obstacles" without using their hands! This makes people envious.

Some young people took folders and went to work by bicycle. Teachers ride their bicycles home to rest after a long day's work. Entertainment enthusiasts hum songs and ride bicycles to the "karaoke" to sing and relieve the fatigue of the day. The old man carried the birdcage and pipe, and rode his bicycle to the wild to relax. Some children, after school, carry their schoolbags and ride bicycles to the library to read.

It is getting dark, and people who have worked all day are riding their bicycles home. The bicycles in the shed soon dispersed and disappeared on the road. The streets and alleys slowly became quiet. In the sky, the moon shone brightly and the stars blinked mischievously. The car parked in the carport again, silence enveloped the entire town, and it gradually fell asleep. 5. Write an essay "I Learned to Ride a Bicycle" I am a girl

I learned to ride a bicycle. Have you ever had a successful experience? If so, then you must know that success can bring happiness to people.

Of course, I also had a successful experience, that is, I learned to ride a bicycle. It was a day during the summer vacation. The weather was clear and the sun was shining brightly. My mother took me to the stadium to learn to ride a bicycle.

When I started practicing, my mother gave me a demonstration to let me see it carefully. Then my mother said to me: "Sit in the car first, hold the faucet with both hands, and sit firmly on the car; feet Step on the pedals, and mom will help you sit back on the bike. You ride hard, don't be afraid. "I did what my mom told me, but I didn't expect that the bike would fall over as soon as I stepped on the pedals. , pressed on my leg, it hurt so much.

My mother saw it and said quickly: "Did it hurt after the fall?" I said: "It doesn't hurt, let's continue learning!" I continued to learn, but the car kept losing balance, and I Fell several times. But I was not discouraged and continued to practice seriously.

My mother saw that *** was so energetic and encouraged me: "Baby, you will definitely succeed!" After listening to my mother's words, I practiced even more diligently. Time passed unknowingly, and suddenly, my mother shouted happily: "Success! You have learned to ride a bicycle!" I quickly stopped the car, only to realize that my mother had stopped supporting the car and was trotting along with me.

At this time, I couldn’t be more happy. ah! What an unforgettable cycling experience, it not only made me feel the joy of sports and the joy of success, but also made me understand that in anything, as long as you are not afraid of difficulties and have the courage and confidence to overcome difficulties, you will definitely succeed. 6. Continuation of the essay After a female classmate fell while riding a bicycle

Riding a bicycle for the first time

Whenever I see people riding bicycles on the road, on the forest trails Driving slowly, the wheels are spinning and flying, and the car bells are singing happily, I am always extremely envious. I thought, it would be great if I could ride a bicycle!

The opportunity has come. One day during the winter vacation, I went to my father’s work to play. After lunch, I said to my father, "Can your father teach me how to ride a bicycle?" My father readily agreed.

So, my father rolled out the bicycle he had ridden from the garage and taught me how to ride it. He asked me to ride on and he held the car from behind. I got on the bicycle, stepped on the pedals, held the handlebars with my hands, and the front of the bicycle tilted this way and that. Dad said: "Sit up straight, use natural strength on your waist, look forward, and hold the handlebars tightly. When the front of the car tilts to the left, you have to push to the right." I nodded, and sure enough, the car stopped swaying. .

I ride much better than when I started. Then it’s time for step two. Dad helped me get into the car first. I kicked my foot and the car ran forward. Dad let go and let me ride by myself. The car was about to turn, and I wasn't paying attention. Suddenly the front of the car tilted to the left and fell heavily to the ground. The bicycle also fell on me. I got up after saying "ouch" and stopped riding out of anger. Tears fell on my chest. Why is it so difficult to learn to ride a bicycle? The more I cry, the sadder I feel. Dad ran over and said to me: "You were riding very well just now, but you were turning too fast. How could you stop learning just because you fell? When I first started learning to ride a bicycle, I fell more than you." Get up after you fall and learn again. Failure is the mother of success, understand?" I understood, so I picked up the bicycle and continued to learn.

Now I not only learned to ride a bicycle, but also have good skills. But I will never forget the first time I learned to ride a bicycle, because it made me understand the truth that "failure is the mother of success." 7. Mom, thank you for writing an essay about riding a bicycle 400

Everyone has experienced so many pains and joys, just like the stars in the sky, countless; just like the various kinds of stars on the beach Shells, and the brightest star, the most unique shell, is when I learn to ride a bicycle.

When I was 6 years old, I didn’t know how to ride a bicycle. I was envious when I saw my friends riding bicycles majestically. So, I made up my mind to write about cycling! It was a sunny day, and I pushed my bicycle towards the main square.

Along the way, the little flowers smiled at me and the grass nodded to me, as if to say: "Come on, you can do it!" After hearing this, I couldn't help but speed up my pace and trot all the way to Guangchang. I first leaned the bicycle against the tree, then slowly supported the tree with one hand, straightened the bicycle with trembling hands, and quickly sat on it, with my feet on the ground. I was ready to ride, and a few big beads of sweat on my forehead rolled down like disobedient beads.

I thought uneasily: "What should I do if I fall while riding a bicycle? It's not an ordinary pain... Forget it! Give it a go!" I closed my eyes tightly and kept pedaling with my feet. I grabbed the board and held the handle with trembling hands. "Ouch!" I shouted, "Oh! Failed." I had a bad start and fell.

As the saying goes: "Failure is the mother of success. I just fell down. Edison failed 999 times without giving up. How could I give up?" I quickly stood up and patted* I walked towards the bicycle seat confidently, and I came to a conclusion: you can't keep pedaling with your feet, you have to master the rhythm, and your hands have to be balanced! I'm riding a bike and it's so relaxing! But there was only a "bang" sound, and I fell to the ground. This fall was not light! "Ouch, it hurts so much!" I sat down on the ground and refused to get up for a long time.

Tears were rolling in my eyes like naughty elves. I really wanted to give up! "Come on, Xu Haidong, you can definitely do it!" The encouragement from my heart greatly increased my confidence. "Yes, victory is close at hand. All we need to do is adjust the angle."

So I hurried to the car and rode the bicycle calmly, holding the handle firmly with my hand. Compared with the beginning, it is completely different! Suddenly I made a 90-degree turn, "Great, I finally learned to ride a bicycle!" But the good times didn't last long, and I fell down again because I was too carried away.

Now, I ride my bicycle freely in the community, and my friends look at me with envy. Their eyes widen and their mouths open.

Seeing this scene, I was so proud, "Haha, I'm envious!" Writing about riding a bicycle not only taught me how to ride a bicycle, but more importantly, it allowed me to appreciate the "unexperienced" The true meaning of "how can we see a rainbow in the wind and rain". 8. Write a 600-word essay on objects, imitating the structure of "Father's Bicycle"

Just this morning, my mother took me to buy me a new car. We walked around and looked around, looking at several stores, but there was no car that I really liked. Finally, we came to Xinsheng Bicycle Dealer. I immediately fell in love with the fashionable Forever brand black bicycle as my ride. When my mother saw the brand, He sighed: "Xiaobei, my first bicycle is forever, your father's first bicycle is also forever, and yours is also forever. Forever, it is really destined for us!" I liked it even more when I heard it.

After I got home, I looked back and forth, left and right. This is a black bicycle. There are English stickers on the body that I don’t recognize. There are also a few white and gray flowers embroidered on the seat. The wheels are also decorated with beautiful characters. It can also be folded. The handles and seats It can also be adjusted, you can go as high as you want, or as low as you want, with great flexibility. I also named it "Xiao Hei".

The more I watch it, the more I can’t put it down. So, after getting my mother's permission, I took Xiao Hei around the community. Xiao Hei's pedals are very light, making it easy to ride. I stepped on my feet and turned, and Xiao Hei rushed out quickly. Its brakes were also good. As soon as I pressed the brake handle, oh, all of a sudden Stopped, hey, you really obey my command. I was riding it, and I felt particularly comfortable. I couldn't help humming a song: "The sun is shining in the sky, and the flowers are smiling at me..."

After riding it back, I took out the lock and installed it on it. , and sent it back "home" - the garage. Before leaving, I didn't forget to kiss him, "I'll come back later, just wait!" I particularly like Xiao Hei. I used to clamor to buy a bicycle, but my mother never agreed. This time, I finally got my own bicycle. I really I can't wait to tell the whole world. 9. Imitation of the shoe-repair girl

Since that day, I have always had a concern in my heart, just for that little three cents. Finally one day, I met the shoe-repair girl. .

It was one afternoon and I wanted to buy a pair of shoes, so I came to an alley. I had a lot of choices, and finally came to a place called "Xinxin Shoe Store". I walked in and saw a short girl serving customers. The shoe store was very ordinary, with a small sofa for customers to change shoes, a high-ceiling TV, and a cashier. On the shoe rack, there are also several pairs of insoles.

I picked a pair of shoes that cost more than 50 yuan. When I was about to pay, I saw that the owner of this shoe store turned out to be the man who had braved the wind and rain and experienced countless hardships to repair the shoes. Shoe girl! I was shocked because I never expected that the girl's career would develop so quickly. Three months ago, she was sitting on a short stool repairing people's shoes. Today, she runs a shoe shop by herself. I walked up to her and she seemed to have forgotten me. It was only after I told her that she recognized me. The girl smiled sweetly and asked me: "You didn't expect it, did you?" I quickly replied: "Yes, I wanted to buy a pair of shoes today, and I met you." After that, I took out my wallet and bought it first with 50 yuan. Got those black shoes. Then, I took out another three cents of money and said, "Last time I repaired my shoes, I owed you three cents of money. I haven't forgotten it. Let's pay it together today! It's gone, but it's just a worry for me." The girl replied: " It's just a small amount of money that has become your concern. Is it worth it? Just take it back! Your trust is enough for me." Even though I insisted on paying back the money, she still didn't accept it. I had no choice but to say goodbye to the girl with the pair of shoes. She looked at me with a bright smile.

I walked away, looking back three times and staring at the simple shoe repair girl. It was a place full of sincerity. I thought along the way: As long as there is integrity between people, there is no distance. Because of integrity, our life is beautiful and harmonious.