The old man's composition is 500 words.

An old man's composition is 500 words 1 There is an old man who picks up garbage near our home.

The old man is wearing a shabby black coat. His eyes are small, his mouth has turned black and his face has turned black. His hair is mixed with some white hair. His hands are greasy, as if they had just come out of an oil drum. The nails are covered with dust, and it looks as if I haven't bathed for years.

The old man has no home, sleeping on the street all day, using clothes as quilts and sleeping under the balcony. However, no one paid attention to the poor old man.

He has no food, so he can only buy the cheapest steamed bread with the money from picking up garbage. Once, I saw him picking up garbage. Suddenly, he found a mineral water bottle. If this is a treasure, a bright smile immediately appears on his face, and he murmured, "This is a dime!" " I think he must be very happy, because today's meal fell off! The poor old man lives day after day.

Once, he picked up rubbish in the trash can. Suddenly, a beautiful dog saw him, barked at him and rushed to bite the old man. The old man quickly picked up a stick and hit the dog. The dog whimpered and ran to its owner. I saw the dog owner say to the old man viciously, "Why did you hit my dog?" My dog is expensive. Even a hundred claws are not as valuable as one of its claws. " The old man said falteringly, "It bit me." But the dog owner still refused to give up and asked the old man to compensate his dog, but he saw that the old man had no money at all and left with the dog.

Aren't people better than dogs? Even the most humble person, isn't the dog worthless? So help those people and let them live a good life!

The old man wrote 500 words 2 "This banana is delicious!" I took a banana and said to grandma.

"Eat less, wait for a stomachache!" Grandma poured cold water on me.

Damn, I don't care. How can you have a stomachache after eating such a delicious banana? Hee hee, it doesn't matter if you eat too much If I don't care about my aunt, I will take a bite of a big banana. "Delicious, delicious."

"Hiccup!" Finally full. "Looking at a pair of banana peels like hills in front of me, I said contentedly.

"I tell you, eating so many bananas will definitely be uncomfortable in the future. Don't look for me again. " Grandma came over and said smoothly, with a dissatisfied face.

"No, bananas are nutritious fruits. It doesn't matter if you eat too much. Maybe eating more is good for your health! Why don't you have one? Eat healthier! " Send grandma away quickly and continue to eat bananas.

"Go and wash and sleep!" Still stay here, helpless, have to obey.

I just went to bed, and my stomach was like an avalanche, like a raging sea covering the desert and a muddy flood engulfing the village.

I got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, and something disgusting like a waterfall gushed out of my mouth. Those things are like wild horses, and they are like the poem written by Li Bai, "Flying down three thousands of feet, it is suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days". Is this caused by the banana in my stomach?

I really regret not listening to grandma's "warning". If time can return to the evening, I will definitely not eat a banana. Alas, I regret it.

I regretted missing many mistakes when I was a child, but the banana incident made me feel the consequences of not listening to the old man.

I think what grandma said seems to have some truth. After all, grandma has crossed more bridges and eaten more salt than me. But when I think of that delicious banana, I can't help but be tempted and squeeze out some truth to convince my grandmother.

The old man wrote 500 words 3 "Selling hemp balls!" "Selling hemp balls!" It's that damn peddling again, which keeps me awake. Needless to say, it is 5: 30 in the morning again.

There is a hemp ball seller in the community these days, who sells it at 5: 30 every day on time. I set the alarm clock at 6 o'clock, but I was woken up for half an hour. I can't sleep if I want to, so I can only lie in bed and toss and turn.

"Selling hemp balls!" Sell hemp balls! "It is the shrill cry. He doesn't have to rest this weekend? Even if he doesn't rest, others have to rest! I slept in bed, thinking that I couldn't sleep anyway, so I might as well go out and see the man selling hemp balls. I got up, got dressed, followed the peddler, searched all the way, and finally saw the seller of hemp balls, so I stepped up and walked over.

I saw many children around the hemp ball seller. No wonder he sells them every day. So many children come to buy his hemp balls every day that I can't help waiting in line at the back.

It's finally my turn. I thought the people who sell hemp balls had oil on their hands and oil on their clothes. To my surprise, the man in front of me is dressed in a clean white military uniform, with no oil on his clothes and clean hands. He asked politely, "How many children do you want?" I blurted out, "Two." I saw him holding a plastic bag in his left hand and a pair of long chopsticks in his right hand. He quickly picked up two hemp balls and put them in a plastic bag, then handed them to me and said softly, "Be careful, take them." I paid for it, took one out of my bag and took a gentle bite. Delicious and crisp! This made him drink me loudly, and the affection he had just had for him suddenly vanished. I was just about to have a seizure when he said, "Little friend, you didn't take the money." It turns out that I just took five dollars as fifty cents. I really misjudged him! A feeling of admiration arises spontaneously. Since then, I have gone back to buy hemp balls every Saturday.

I am used to going out for a walk after supper. Every time she meets an old man, her hair is white and she likes red very much. She is always dressed in red, short stature, blurred eyes and wrinkled face. I saw the old man again today. As usual, she went out for a walk

Perhaps, we all like to go out for a walk at this time, and we will get familiar with it after watching it more times. Every time I see it, I will say hello: "Come out for a walk again!" "yes! Grandma is good! " I smiled and said to my grandmother. "You are so sensible! If only my granddaughter were like you, she! It didn't save me this trouble. " Hearing grandma's praise, I bowed my head in shame. At this moment, I thought to myself, "This old woman is really nice. She will often praise me, but am I really sensible? " "I repeatedly asked myself that I was chatting with my grandmother all the way. Before you know it, it will be dark. My grandmother's granddaughter came up to her angrily, pointed at her nose and said uncivilized, "Grandma, come home and cook for me." Just because you're full doesn't mean I'm full. If you don't complain to my mother about me, I won't be hungry, hum. Looking at her expression, I felt very angry: "How can you say that about your grandmother? At least she took you for so long. If one day your grandmother ignores you, I don't think you can help it. Don't you know how to respect the elderly? "I really don't know what you do when you study!" "I want you to tube! You are not my mother, nervous! " The girl spat out dirty words, I ignored her, and grandma wiped her tears. I felt sorry for her when I saw it.

It seems that I haven't seen grandma since that day. Occasionally, I saw her granddaughter one day and asked her about her grandmother. She cried. She said that her grandmother passed away yesterday. I was shocked. I didn't expect the weather to be fine yesterday. Great changes have taken place these days.

The old man's 500-word essay 5 "Grinding scissors-chopping a kitchen knife-"grinds the old man's vicissitudes and shouts loudly, echoing in the community.

I saw him again today. He is about fifty or sixty years old. He was wearing a patched military coat with a rag tied around his waist. His skin is like dehydrated old bark.

"Grandpa, can you help us sharpen a kitchen knife?" Dad called the sharpened old man home. At first, he didn't want to come in He hesitated at my door for a long time.

"Grandpa, come in!" Mother seems to have found something and invited the old man home.

"Well, I'm afraid I'll dirty your house, and you won't like it." The old man said holding the door frame.

"How come!" Mother dragged him into the house. He quickly patted the dust on his body and unloaded heavy tools from his back. I'm curious, why does an old man come out to suffer instead of spending his old age at home?

I glanced at his hand, and calluses covered his fingers. He used a grindstone to slide over the blade and kept sprinkling water, which was very skillful. When he pushed it, it slipped and made a "sizzling" friction sound.

Suddenly, he spoke: "I used to sharpen the knife for others, but they looked down on me." Only your family invited me into the house and was so polite to me. " I have no children and no wife. After decades of sharpening, I am just one person. You really make me feel warm! "

After grinding the knife, his mother wanted to keep him for dinner, but he refused. He said that he would do as much as he could.

At sunset, he raised his head and narrowed his eyes, letting the afterglow spill into the ravine on his face.

The old man strode forward with heavy tools. In the distance, there was a vicissitudes and loud cry-"Grinding scissors ... smashing kitchen knives ..."

In the early morning of winter, the cold wind roared and snowflakes flew wildly all over the sky. The air was silent, and only the howling wind could prove the existence of this world.

But in contrast, the activity of "donating some love for the poor" is very lively, and everyone queues up to donate money. And 5 meters away from the activity, there is a beggar, short and thin. The old man sat there in dirty and torn very thin clothes, and no one paid attention to him.

The old man looked blankly into the distance with his head down and a pocket on his arched back. Although the cold wind roared and his legs were numb for a long time, he remained motionless.

I don't know when the old people "honored" to become the talk of these people waiting for "dedication to love". Several simple-looking people loudly said to others, "This old man must be a homeless beggar, or a lonely old man who was driven out of the house by his children ..." However, in the face of these words, the old man never said a word, not even a subconscious expression. Everyone thinks he is a fake beggar. After a while, they were silent to each other and didn't notice him. Even look at him.

"How can you say that about others!" A teenager's loud voice pierced the quiet sky.

"That's ridiculous! You're here to show your love! How dare you' offer love'! People who just laughed at this grandpa are so hypocritical. You actively participate in the activities of giving love, right? This has helped people in poor mountainous areas, but if you laugh at this grandfather in your heart, it is unnecessary! Yes! This old man may be fake, but I'm afraid he's real! " After that, the boy put some money into the old man's bowl, smiled sweetly at the old man, and left and disappeared into the crowd.

After hearing the "roar" just now, some people donated money to the elderly to encourage them. The old man shed tears of gratitude. No one knows the young man's last name.

This is an unknown old man. The living conditions are not so good. He lives on a shoestring all day, but he always takes every day seriously.

This is an old man who doesn't care. He doesn't care what others think of him, but he still leads an ordinary life. He has no relatives, and no one knows where his relatives went. He always changes the subject with a smile when people ask him. He is just a person, so he has gone through spring, summer, autumn and winter, but he still feels very happy.

This is a great and strong old man. Because he is not accompanied by his relatives, he feels very lonely, and the impulse to miss his relatives often cannot control himself. I often see him hiding in a corner, holding photos of his loved ones, with tears in his eyes, but never falling.

This is an old man who really serves others. Day after day, year after year, day after day, year after year, how many years of cold and heat, more or less spring, summer, autumn and winter, he never put down his bicycle repair tools. These tools are his relatives for 60 years and his only "intimate partner" for 60 years. These tools are the source of his life and the witness of his continuous service to the people. It is these tools that accompany him.

The story of this old man is a life that many people have never experienced. Even if you meet someone, how many people will be as strong as him. This is a true story. This is a real old man. I will never forget his life.

Respect for the elderly is taught by our parents since childhood, and it is the traditional virtue of our Chinese nation. Since ancient times, there have been 24 stories of filial piety, such as "lying in water for carp" and "tasting soup and medicine".

How to respect and love the old is very simple, just start from the dribs and drabs of life. For example, when we come home from school, we should say hello to our grandparents. When crossing the street, if we see grandma crossing the street, we'd better give her a hand. It is a traditional virtue of China people to see the old man give up his seat on the bus.

Why do you respect the older generation so much? That's because we know little about the ups and downs and hardships they have experienced since childhood, so we should respect, respect and care for the elderly, all for us!

What I remember most is one thing. It was a summer vacation and it was very hot. I went to Wujiang by car alone. As soon as I got on the bus and sat down, an old lady came. The driver kindly asked, "Old lady, do you have an old-age card?" The old lady touched her trouser pocket with trembling and rough hands. After a long time, she frowned and spit out a sentence: "I'm sorry ... I forgot." The driver asked again, "Do you have money?" The old lady shivered and reached into her trouser pocket again and again. Suddenly, her face changed and she couldn't say a word. The driver immediately said, "Excuse me, please get off." At this time, I really want to rush to help grandma pay back the money! Unfortunately, I have no money, so I can only read it. Just then, a childish voice sounded in my ear: "Uncle driver, I'll pay for grandma's car!" " "I looked at the source of the sound and found a little girl with a shiny coin in her hand. She stood on tiptoe and tried to put coins in the box. ...

Listening to this "bang", I gave my grandmother a sigh of relief;

Listening to this bang, the stone in grandma's heart fell to the ground;

Listening to this bang, the old woman smiled. She smiled so comfortably. .........................................................................................................................................................

Today is a sad day. Early in the morning, the old man who fell on the wooden plank road in the community a few days ago went to attend the funeral, and many neighbors saw him off with umbrellas. Hearing the parting music, I stood alone on the windowsill and looked down, tears streaming down my face.

It is said that it was early in the morning when the old man fell. I squatted by the wooden plank road in the community, with my chin on the wooden stool, my eyes half open and my hands flying back. Several neighbors who were rushing to work thought he was doing morning exercises and hurried past him without reaching out to help. It was not until the old man kept the same posture for more than two hours that the security guards patrolling the community noticed and told the old man's children to hurry back. The old man missed his life.

That morning, skipping rope on the wooden plank road in the community, I witnessed the whole process of the old man being rescued, and my heart was full of panic. This is the second old man I met after my grandfather died. Grandpa fainted at home because of a sudden cardiovascular disease, and it was too late for his family to find out. I was only four years old when my grandfather died. I have no concept of death, thinking that even if Grandpa falls asleep, he will wake up one day. Later, grandpa never appeared again, and I gradually understood that death meant farewell and impossible meeting.

My home is only 200 meters' walk from school. This is a school district. There are many children and old people in our community to help parents take care of their children.

Every morning and evening, many old people and children gather downstairs in our community, some are toddlers, and some are pupils as old as me, skipping rope, playing ball games and playing games. On the wooden plank road next to it, many old people look after their children while reading newspapers, and some old people do exercise in the community. We love each other and are very harmonious and happy. It is said that I didn't like to eat when I was a child. My grandmother hugged me and fed me downstairs. Many old people help my grandmother feed me. They all watched me grow up.