Describe a 650-word composition to the shoe repairman.

1. Shoes Repairer's Composition bloom flowers fall, spring goes and spring comes. A few years later, whenever I pass by the shoe repair booth, I will think of the kind old man who has passed away. He may be an ordinary person among all sentient beings, however, he serves people with his hardworking hands and superb technology.

Thinking about it, his shadow reappeared in my mind: the vicissitudes of life's face was covered with wrinkles, just like wood carving, and the face like butter cloth was covered with the marks of years. Obviously, he has been engaged in this business for many years. Whether it is cold or dog days, his hands are busy sewing shoes, changing shoe roots and repairing chains. ...

I remember once, after lunch, I was walking on my way to school and suddenly felt that my shoes were useless. I looked down, ah! Shit! No wonder my feet are cold. It turned out that my shoes were open. What bad luck What should I do? Go back and change it. Time is too late. Fix it. I have no money. I hesitated, so I went to grandpa's booth with a try attitude and said shyly, "My shoes are broken, but I have no money. Can you fix it for me first, and I'll ask my mother to send you the money after school? " Hearing this, he put down his work without saying anything. I pointed to the stool with my finger, let me sit down, took off my shoes, then found a nylon rope, picked up the sewing needle, tied it on the vamp, and then pulled it from bottom to top. The second needle passes through the pulled coil and ties it, and then pulls a coil to put the second coil into the first coil. According to the same method, the needle keeps shuttling, and the action is very skillful. In a short time, it was sewn. "Son, put it on. Forget it, don't pay it, go to school. " Grandpa said to me. I was very moved after listening to his words. There are such good people working for free in this world. It may not be surprising that this matter is put on the rich, but it can't help but make people deeply moved when it is put on this grandfather who is not so rich.

Looking at his vicissitudes of life face and repaired shoes, I have a sense of shame: my smallness and selfishness make me feel guilty. At this moment, I think he is so tall, and I am shocked by his unpaid work spirit.

Although this ordinary old man has left us, his sincere and kind heart will remain in our hearts forever.

Write a description of a shoemaker repairing shoes. Every four days, he always appears in the west of the village.

At this time, I was helpless by my mother, carrying a pair of plastic sandals that couldn't be broken any more, and walked listlessly to the west of the village step by step. I threw away my shoes, five steps apart, and the shoes flew to the shoemaker, one upside down and the other crooked. "Fix them!" I left a message. He looked up at me, didn't speak, just smiled and nodded, and continued to work, so skilled and so calm, which made me a little embarrassed.

After I finished my work, I wiped my handle with my apron, took the shoes I threw, looked around, and then popped up the words "Can be repaired". Open the toolbox, which is neatly arranged with small boxes of various sizes. He took out a dozen small nails from the box in the upper right corner and put them in his mouth. He held them with his lips. When he hits his shoes with a hammer, he will spit one out of his mouth. Like the relay race, when the nails were used up, he picked up the worn needle and thread and sewed the upper and sole neatly bit by bit. A skinny veteran with a wrinkled face. There is no rich expression on the skinny face, but the eyes with reading glasses have been focused on the work at hand and never moved away.

I have been standing by, not talking, paying the money, and I have no face to apologize. I left in a hurry.

Four days later, I was still in the west of the village, still the shoemaker, but I just passed by with more heartfelt respect.

Near our school, there is an old man kneeling to repair shoes. He comes here early every day to repair his shoes and comes home late at night. We are strangers. Whenever I pass there on my way to and from school, I just glance at him and leave in a hurry. But through one thing, I deeply realized his nobility. ...

At that time, I wore my mother's new leather shoes to school. After school at night, I fought with my classmates and cracked my heel! I thought to myself: Oh, no! Mom will definitely talk about me! Maybe you will be beaten! Suddenly, my heart lit up and I ran out of the campus.

Maybe it's too late. Grandpa is the only one who cleans up the shoe stall, and there are no customers. I ran to the front and panted, "Grandpa! I want to repair my shoes! " Grandpa looked at me and said kindly, "Take off your shoes and let me have a look!" " "I sat on a stool in Xiao Mu, watching the old man mend shoes. His forehead is deeply wrinkled, engraved with the vicissitudes of time. Although his hands are full of calluses, his skill in repairing shoes is as skilled as that of embroidered mother's hands! Like magic, he repaired my shoes in a short time! As good as new! After seeing me put on my shoes, he said with distress, "Son, it's not easy for mom and dad to make money!" Be careful in the future! " I was surprised and asked, "Grandpa! If your shoes are broken, you can work to earn money. Why do you want to persuade me to pay attention to protecting shoes? " "Son, my family is very poor, and my grandson can only earn money by repairing shoes to go to school, so that children can understand that it is not easy for adults to earn money! Save money and not spend money! " Grandpa said earnestly. I felt sorry for my grandfather and gave him an extra yuan when I left.

The next morning, it began to rain lightly. I walk to school with my schoolbag on my back and an umbrella.

As I approached the school gate, I saw the old man repairing shoes standing on tiptoe with an oiled paper umbrella, trying to hunch his back slightly and look at me. I hurried over and asked, "Grandpa, what can I do for you?" He smiled: "Son, you paid me one yuan more yesterday!" " "oh! God, he's waiting for me at school for a dollar! Besides, it's raining today, and he doesn't have to stand up! He put the money into my hand, held an umbrella and gradually disappeared into the misty rain and fog. I hold a dollar and my eyes are wet. ...

Although it's been a long time, grandpa hasn't repaired shoes there, but I still can't forget it! I miss the old man who repaired shoes very much, because he taught me a truth, a truth of being a man …

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After breakfast this morning, my mother took me to the south gate to buy food, and also took a pair of shoes by the way, saying that they would be repaired.

At the south gate, just out of Huabin New Village, I saw two stone lions standing on both sides of the road at a glance. Not far from Shishi, I also saw a small wooden box. That wooden box is very old. There was an old man wearing a dark brown fur coat and a thick quilt on his legs, so he moved a Mazar and sat behind a wooden box. Presumably, he must be the old man who repaired shoes that his mother said. I looked up and asked my mother, "Mom, mom, are we repairing shoes at that old man's place?" "Of course, every time I want to repair shoes, I will go to him, not only because he repairs well, but also because the price is not expensive. More importantly, that person is very poor. " "Why do you say he is poor?" "Because his wife died in an accident, his family was abandoned. How difficult it is for a person to support his family! " Mom replied. After listening to this, I feel quite heavy.

I walked with my mother. The old man is not busy either. Mother explained the situation of those shoes to the old man who repaired them, and then went shopping with me.

After about half an hour, we found the old man who repaired shoes again. Ouch! We went at the right time. The old man has just repaired his shoes. Mother took the repaired shoes and looked at them, with a satisfied smile on her face. Then she took out her wallet and gave the old man a dollar. But when the old man saw it, he said to his mother, "Oh, isn't it just a few cents?" Forget it, forget it! ""that won't do. How can you not give money when your shoes are repaired so well? " "Oh, forget it, forget it! Next time, pay together next time! "The old man was so anxious that he almost jumped off the Mazar." No, no. A few cents is also money! " After a fierce "dispute", my mother simply stuffed the money into my grandfather's hand. At first, grandpa was unwilling to accept it, but seeing that his mother was so "tough", grandpa had to accept it. He put a dollar in a small box and found 70 cents for his mother.

This scene really moved me! Because that old man not only does good things for everyone, but also refuses to accept the rewards given by others.

Alas, there are really not many such old people now. ...

Bloom falls again, and spring comes again. A few years have passed, and every time I pass by the shoe repair booth, I will think of the kind old man who has passed away. He may be an ordinary person among all people, but he serves people with hard-working hands and superb technology. Thinking about it, his shadow reappeared in my mind: running through vicissitudes of life. The butterfly-like face is full of traces of years. Obviously, he has been engaged in this business for many years. Whether it's cold or dog days, his hands are busy sewing shoes, changing shoe roots and repairing chains ... I remember once, on my way to school after lunch, I suddenly felt that my shoes were useless. I looked down. Shit! No wonder my feet are cold. It turned out that my shoes were open. What bad luck What should I do? Go back and change it. It's too late to fix it now, and I have no money. I hesitated, so I had to try. I came to grandpa's booth and said shyly, "my shoes are broken, but I have no money." Can you fix it for me first, and I'll ask my mother to send you the money after school? " He didn't say anything and put down his work. He pointed to the stool, told me to sit down, took off my shoes, then found a nylon rope, picked up a shoe sewing needle, stuck it in the upper, then pulled a ring from bottom to top, the second needle passed through the pulled ring, and then pulled a ring to put the second ring into the first ring. The needle has been sewn in the same way. Don't pay, hurry to school. "Grandpa said to me. I was very moved by his words. There are such good people working for free in this world. It may not be surprising if this matter is put on the rich, but it makes people feel a lot when it is put on this grandfather who is not so rich. Looking at his vicissitudes of life face and repaired shoes, I feel ashamed inside: I am small and selfish. I feel that he is so tall, and I am shocked by his spirit of working for free. Although this ordinary old man has left us, his sincere and kind heart will remain in our hearts forever.

6. Narrative composition about shoemaker 1.

During the winter vacation, my family and I went shopping in supermarkets or small shops. Whenever I see those disabled beggars, a "nobody" always comes to my mind. He is a disabled old man, and he is a shoemaker rooted in the market.

I met this old shoemaker one afternoon last winter. I went to repair my shoes with my mother. The shoe repair booth is not far from my home, and it takes 2 minutes to walk.

Standing on the edge of the shoe repair booth, a sympathetic picture caught my eye. An old man in his late sixties, curled up in a chair with a black apron and reading glasses, was absorbed in his work, and his thick hands wrapped in white tape stood out. I studied the old shoemaker carefully. He is short and his cheeks are particularly black. An old shoe repair machine and a small wooden box full of shoe repair tools were placed in front of him.

Have my shoes been repaired?

"It's fixed!"

"How much is it?"

"One yuan. Look at your shoes and see if there are holes. I can fix it for you! " Lao shifu looked up and said. "no!" The middle-aged woman took out a one-dollar coin, handed it to the master, and roared off.

Suddenly, I saw a manual tricycle. Let me have a closer look. That's a car for the disabled! Is he disabled? Suddenly, I saw a crutch leaning against the car again, and I understood everything.

Master, help me mend my shoes. Mother handed them to him. The master also gave her mother a stool to give her dangling feet a place to live. He took out a shoe repair knife, gently scraped open the split part of mom's leather shoes and stuck it on the shoes with super glue. Skilled in action, it was finished soon.

Master "Fifty cents" speaks loudly and simply. Mother handed him 1 yuan and said, "Thank you, keep the change." No, you have to find it. My job is only worth 50 cents. "

Through the words of the old shoemaker, what impressed me was not only the optimism and strength of the old shoemaker, but also his spirit of being physically and mentally disabled.

2.

The east of my balcony is facing a street lamp on Taihua Road, and there will always be a shoerepairer repairing shoes under the lamp post. The shoemaker is about 50 years old. He is not tall, but he is strong. His face is rough and full of traces of years. God's eyes show mercy. The veins stood out on my hands, and I can see that they are solid hands after years of hard work. Maybe it's because he is a shoemaker, or maybe it's because of the advertisement. He is wearing coarse clothes with faded colors, but his feet are wearing shiny shoes, which makes people feel very uncoordinated and a little funny.

He is very friendly to people, and he is also very kind to people who come to him to repair their shoes. Besides, he is good at repairing shoes, and his money is fair. He is not a bully, and everyone who lives nearby likes to ask him to repair his shoes. Every time he received a pair of shoes to be repaired, he repaired them. In order to ensure the quality, he never hesitated. Shoes kept turning up, down, left and right in his hand, or sewing, or pasting, or nailing. Like a magician's magic, a pair of shoes that should have been scrapped were repaired in a short time, fast and strong.

Long time no see, everyone who lives nearby said, "Why doesn't this shoemaker come?" Will it be okay? " "This shoe can't be repaired as well as he is." Seriously, I miss him, too. Maybe because I like playing football. The shoes I wear are particularly worn, so many of them have been scolded by adults. They have worn out since I met this old shoemaker. Three or two dollars will solve the problem, and my mother will scold less. Sometimes in order to save trouble, I take my shoes to him for repair when they are broken, even my mother doesn't know. He repaired the shoes I am wearing now.

But where are you now? I broke another pair yesterday. I hid it secretly from my mother. Without you, I would be scolded. They said: good people are safe all their lives. May you come back soon, my "savior".

In addition to my gratitude and nostalgia for the old shoemaker, I also believe that a person, no matter whether he is rich or poor, no matter what occupation he is engaged in, no matter how high or low his social status is, as long as he works for people wholeheartedly, he will always be respected and loved by everyone.

7. Composition of the Old Man Repairing Shoes Occasionally, the old man repairing shoes passes by the food market, and he can always see the old man repairing shoes at the exit-wearing a shabby worker's hat, his clothes can't tell what color it is, his dirty apron is covered with colored blocks, and a guy who always bends down and buries his head at hand? Like a still, gray portrait, it conveys a gloomy and sad atmosphere in such a noisy and secular corner of the food market.

I don't have much contact with old people because I have to live a trivial life-mending shoes. First, fill the gap in the heel with disposable bamboo chopsticks, cut off the rest, smooth the surface, cut off a small piece of skin, stick it on the heel with super glue, nail it firmly with three small nails, hammer it tightly with a small hammer, trim the skin, file it flat with a file, and brush black shoe polish at the repair place to repair the heel. This is the end, it will take about ten minutes.

In the end, pay a piece, a piece of 50 can be, but also smart women in the market to pose as a fight, bargaining, soft grinding hard foam, the old man will eventually reluctantly agree-alas, anyway, idle is idle. His business is extremely simple. A darning machine, a rectangular wooden box, filled with all kinds of odds and ends: rubber leather, small nails, small hammers, files, scissors, belt buckles, glue, thread ends? Next to it is a pile of worn-out shoes with different styles and textures, both deformed and undeformed, repaired and yet to be repaired.

The old man sat on the pony with his back against the concrete wall. He pointed to a narrow bench in front of him-it was polished by countless times, so I sat down. Sometimes he warmly hands me a dirty slipper, and I always say with gratitude and disgust-thank you, no need! Stick to one foot on the back of each other's shoes. He buried himself in his work and never said much, but I stared blankly-the heel on his shabby and colorful apron turned over and a pair of hands-what good hands. Dead branches are generally gray, thick and full of cracks, just like the land cracked by drying. When glued with super glue, he pressed directly with his hands and didn't glue the meat together at all, so

Nails are very short, but the periphery of each nail cover and between the fingers are full of dirty black that may never be washed with clean water, deeply implanted into the skin and penetrated into the depths of the years. Occasionally, he raised his face and asked, the most striking thing on the old man's face is a blind eye in the left eye socket-gray-black, shining with water, like a glass ball stained with infinite dust, ugly but not ferocious, just standing so anxiously, motionless, shining with water, which is the deepest and saddest mark of previous lives and can't be erased.

In that long and short ten minutes, I couldn't help wondering: how old is he? Sixty, seventy or older? The rest of my life is hard, day after day, year after year. When is the end for a dying old man? An age that should enjoy family happiness, but where is his family, or is it alone? ? Thinking about it, a helpless pessimist can't help feeling sad, sitting in a cold place, afraid to ask a word-yes, what to ask, life is always difficult, but I'm afraid I'll get deeper in sadness, so don't ask. I put on the perfect shoes carefully mended and watched anxiously, hoping that he would have more. However, he just kept picking up another prostitute next to him and began to talk weakly-a dollar, which made me deeply lost and hurt-a dollar, alas! I closed my eyes and felt around in my bag, avoiding those hairs. Finally, I took out a ten-dollar bill and handed it to him, faltering like a child who did something wrong-alas, there was no change. Ok, I'll come back to repair my shoes next time. Keep the change. You won't change after looking for it for a while. I'll come back next time anyway? After that, I quickly turned around, stepped on a pair of perfect high heels and rushed to the road, only to hear the old man behind me gently exhort: Girl, hey, slow down, you must come next time? Sigh! At that moment, my heart was filled with a cold and astringent guilt: he must have forgotten that once, after I repaired my shoes and fumbled in my bag, I couldn't take out a coin, but I took out a hundred coins, stood awkwardly and cried with a smile-it was really unspeakable nausea. I actually gave a single toilet to a repairman. He just smiled with infinite tolerance and said simply, forget it, give it to me next time you pass by.

Then, just passively withdraw your hand, like a child who has been exposed to deceptive tricks, the bright red * * * one hundred blinked and laughed at me. Later, perhaps intentionally or unintentionally, I suddenly forgot all about this yuan.

However, at this moment, I remember it very clearly. Those details that are inadvertently ignored, once remembered again, have extraordinary weight in the aftertaste! Forget it, let's get our shoes repaired. Shoes will always wear out day by day, just like us, they will always get old day by day-helpless and sad? .