An old man writes a composition.

1. Write an old man's composition and sell a hemp ball.

"Sell hemp balls, sell hemp balls ..." This damn peddling woke me up from my dream again. Needless to say, it's half past five, and it's still half an hour before I should get up.

Somehow, just recently, there was an old man selling hemp balls in our family. He starts selling at 5: 30 every day, whether on weekdays or weekends. Whether it is sunny, windy or rainy, it will not give in. Every day, he disturbs my good dreams. I should get up at six o'clock. At this time, he woke me up and made me afraid to sleep. When I got up, I didn't think of it. I had to toss and turn in bed and wasted half an hour, not to mention how uncomfortable it was. For this reason, I hate this hemp ball very much, and I get a headache and upset when I hear this peddling. I don't know how many times I scolded him in my heart.

However, until one day, my opinion of this old man selling hemp balls suddenly changed.

It was a sunny Sunday morning, and I was woken up by the hateful peddling as usual. I covered my head tightly with a quilt and didn't want to mention how cruel I was to the old man. It's hateful to have such a rest day and not let people sleep late. Suddenly, amid the harsh hawking, there came the crowing of larks, which was crisp and sweet, and my heart could not help moving. I can't sleep anyway. I might as well go out and see the scenery in the morning, see what kind of old man this is and what kind of craftsmanship he has, just lift the quilt and put it on quickly.

I took some change and walked out of the house. Hey, it's a nice day today. The sky is blue and the sun is shining, and my heart suddenly opens up. I followed the hawking to find the old man selling hemp balls, and I saw an old man surrounded by a large group of children from a distance. I thought, no wonder peddling comes every day, business is good. I quickly took a few steps and took a closer look, which surprised me. In my heart, the person who sells hemp balls is a dirty person covered in oil. I didn't expect the old man in front of me to wear an old uniform that was washed white, but he was clean and neat, up and down, and he looked capable. I secretly liked it, handed the change to my hand and said, "Give me two." With money in one hand, the old man picked up a pair of chopsticks and a convenient bag in the other, took out two hemp balls and put them in the bag. He said gently, "Be careful, take them." I took it, took out one and took a bite. It's really fragrant and crisp. It's delicious, very delicious. I can't help liking him. I looked at him carefully: my weather-beaten face left wrinkles carved by years, my body was strong, and my face was always filled with a kind smile to children. No wonder the children were surrounded in a big circle. No wonder the child wants to eat so much. No wonder I eat hemp balls contentedly when I come back every day.

Who knows that I was stopped by the old man just a few steps ago, and I couldn't help but "plop" in my heart, thinking that I had just paid the money. Why, should I be corrected? My newfound affection for him suddenly disappeared. I turned around angrily and just wanted to attack. Unexpectedly, the old man took out four and a half pieces from his pocket and handed them to me. He said apologetically, "little classmate, I was busy just now and didn't have time to give you change." I am really sorry. " I was puzzled. He quickly said, "You gave me five dollars." I suddenly understood that because I was in a hurry, I didn't care to mistake five dollars for fifty cents. Looking at the money handed by the old man and remembering the thoughts in my head, my face turned white for a moment. I don't know what to do. Seeing me like this, the old man asked with concern, "What's the matter, little classmate?" What's the matter? "I was speechless. I really hate myself. How can I look at such an old man who works hard to support himself? I quickly reached for the money handed over by the old man and said, "Nothing, I bought it all." The old man gave me all the remaining hemp balls and said, "Two more are free. "I refused to accept anything, but the old man smiled and said," This is a big business at a loss. Buy five and get one free. " Say that finish, also don't look back. ...

Looking at the old man's farther and farther back, I have great respect for him, and I can't help feeling in my heart: all the small vendors I usually contact are shoddy, with less to fill more, deceiving customers. How can there be honesty between people? Today, the old man gave me a vivid lesson. The world needs honesty, but we should cherish honesty! Composition bar

2. Write a composition about an old man, an old man who sells popcorn.

When I was a child, I most wanted an old man with popcorn in the alley.

He always shows up regularly at the end of each month. He is an old man in his sixties, with thin figure, sparse hair and wrinkled face. As soon as his familiar figure appears, my friends and I will fly around him with a small basket of rice already prepared and a few cents given by adults. He walks with a limp, pushing an old flatbed. We think this is very interesting.

3. Writing an old man's composition is not as rich as the old man's experience, nor as friendly as the old man's smile. Although their years have passed, that kind heart still exists ... There are a pair of old people living near my hometown, and I am also a neighbor. Among them, grandpa is very caring and kind, and we all affectionately call him "Grandpa Liu". That day, I was playing with my friends at home. He bent down, stretched out a skinny hand, picked up two or three cans and put them in his bag. I watched him from behind him. He wears a simple suit, but he wears a lot. An old hat seems to have been worn for a long time. The old man turned to look at me. "Isn't this Grandpa Liu?" I called Grandpa Liu and the old couple, who were very frugal and unwilling to buy expensive things. Grandpa Liu smiled at me: "Zheng Xiao, you haven't returned to your hometown for a long time." I had a quick chat with Grandpa Liu, talking about the new things that happened recently and the many changes that have taken place in my hometown in recent years. Unconsciously, we talked at the door for more than 10 minutes. I patted my head and said, "Hehe, Grandpa Liu talked for so long that I forgot to invite you in. I quickly made a gesture and said. Who knows grandpa Liu shook his head and said, "I have to leave early." Say that finish, grandpa Liu picked up the bag and several other tin cans not far away. Walking to other places ... strange? Grandpa Liu's family doesn't pay back the money, so why pick up the tin cans? I have been keeping my doubts in my heart, which is very uncomfortable.

As night fell, I went to my door and saw Grandpa Liu left and right bags full of tin cans and took things home. So grandpa Liu gets up early every day to pick up tin cans. Every time I ask Grandpa Liu why he picks up tin cans? Grandpa Liu only said: "Nothing at home, nothing to do."

Finally, hard work pays off! When I asked Li Nainai about it, Li Nainai said with a smile, "The old man is idle at home, bored. He goes out to pick up tin cans every day and sells them without donating a dime to charity. " I finally understand. At this moment, I think the image of Grandpa Liu is too great, and I admire Grandpa Liu even more!

Although an old man doesn't donate much money, how many people can donate their hard-earned money every day like Grandpa Liu? Grandpa Liu's years are gone, but his kind heart still exists. Needless to guess, Grandpa Liu has been a very caring person since he was a child. I hope his beautiful life will be safe. ...

I often listen to my uncle and aunt. Individual traders love to cheat. They use earthen potatoes as preserved eggs, fill the chicken belly with water and sell it to people. Bananas only sell for seven taels a catty. I don't like self-employed, and I never buy their things. However, one thing changed my impression of them, and I will never forget it.

It was a cold winter afternoon, and when I went to physical education class, I suddenly felt the air leakage under my feet. Looking down, I found my cotton shoes open and I went home. I told my father about it. Dad said, "winter is almost over, so buying new shoes doesn't count." Let's make it up! " "But there is no shoe repair shop near my home, so I have to put on my sneakers and go with my father to find the old man who repairs shoes near our school.

At this time, the sun is about to set in the west, and the cold northwest wind blows up the sand on the ground. People are busy walking against the cold wind. The old man who repaired shoes has packed the shoe repair box and is ready to go home. Seeing this, my father hurried forward and said, "Grandpa, can you mend this child's shoes? His shoe series was opened in physical education class. " The old man looked at the whistling wind and hesitated, but then he saw me wearing broken sneakers and said, "All right!" " "

The old man reopened the shoe repair box, sat on the stool, picked up my shoes, looked at them and mended them. I studied the old man carefully. His gray hair, bronzed face, bright eyes and wrinkles on his forehead. Due to years of repairing shoes, his hands were covered with thick cocoons. He held a shoe cone in one hand and a thread in the other, sewing needle by needle. It was so cold that he stopped from time to time and blew his mouth with his hand. After a while, the crack closed, but he didn't stop. He pulled up the place where the thread was about to open one by one, sewed it again, and said to himself, "The shoes worn by the children are not strong." As he spoke, he repaired it carefully. But I thought to myself, "Well, didn't you overcharge me?"

The shoes were mended, and the old man's hands were frozen stiff. Dad asked him softly, "How much is it?" He held out two sticky fingers in his right hand and said without looking up, "Twenty cents." I was startled. Dad asked him how much money he could earn a day while paying. He said, "Hey, what money is not money? Just for everyone's convenience! " "The old man's words like a small hammer on my heart. ...

4. A respectable old man wrote 600 words [A respectable old man wrote 600 words] I was wandering at a busy intersection, looking at so many dazzling things, but I still couldn't make up my mind what to buy. An honorable old man wrote 600 words.

Suddenly, a cry lingered in my ear-buy oranges, fresh and delicious oranges! I turned my head and my eyes fell on an inconspicuous corner. He is a skinny old man in his fifties and sixties. His scrawny face is covered with wrinkles, and a pair of deep eyes are embedded under thick eyebrows. The thin old shirt was stained with so much sludge, and his years of hard work were held in his weather-beaten hands.

How much is this orange? Suddenly, a middle-aged woman came along. This woman's appearance surprised me-her chubby face was painted with rouge gouache as if to cover up a mole as big as a bean, but her paunchy figure was wearing a bright red cheongsam and two garlands on her five intestines. This orange is 2.50 yuan a catty.

It's delicious. Give me a kilo. All right! The woman weighed the oranges and left in a hurry.

I didn't care too much, and continued to want to buy something ... After a while, the woman walked up to the old man with a bag of orange peel and a rotten orange, slammed it on the table, and angrily scolded the delicious fresh orange, which was not sweet at all, but also bitter! Money back! How can the old man be in a hurry? It was unearthed locally. It is big and red. How can it be bitter! I don't know, refund the money quickly! The old man shook his head helplessly, took out the crumpled ticket from his pocket and handed it to the lady. The woman grabbed the money and left without hesitation. Everyone on the side is talking! Poor old man. His son worked outside all the year round and never came back. They should not only take care of their own livelihood, but also provide education for their granddaughters. Now it's happening again! Alas! After listening to this sentence, we are deeply touched. An old man in his fifties and sixties, no matter whether it is cold or hot, works hard outside and never gives up whether he succeeds or fails. How great and respectable he is.

Zhou is a senior in Meicheng Town Middle School, Anhua County, Yiyang City, Hunan Province.

Before I came to Shenzhen again, Vine and I lived in my hometown, my grandparents and my second sister's family.

I can't remember my childhood, but I can always see the figure of an old man in the blur. That's grandma.

I spend the most time with my grandmother, because she took me to college. I am very dependent on her. She always picks grapes for me in the yard because I like them. Although those grapes can be exchanged for a big bag of rice, she doesn't mind. As usual, she picked them, washed them one by one, put them in a bowl and watched me stagger past, picking up the sparkling grapes with her tender little hands. It's so sweet while eating. Grandma always smiles into a flower when she hears it, and then finishes her homework neatly to tell me stories. She also said: "Eat slowly, and then pick it after eating."

This is grandma. She loves me and loves me. Slowly, I grew up, came to Shenzhen and left my grandmother. I can only see her once a year, and I am not so affectionate when I see her.

I know that the memory of childhood has slowly slipped away, and my grandmother with vines in her memory has gone with her, but not far away. Just like when I was a child, I would run to hold my grandmother's hand, but I could only stand and look at the old man and vines, and that's all I could do. I talked to my second sister, and she told me that vines that had grown for many years had been pulled out and loofah had been planted. I am very sad, because my childhood memories include not only my grandmother, but also the vines in the yard. Now the vines are beautiful, just like the barrier is gone, empty and insecure. My grandmother is all I have left. My memory can only protect the elderly, my grandmother.

Grandma has moved in for some time now, and I am very happy, because grandma was my childhood partner, but we didn't know what to say when we met. Suddenly, we found that my grandmother and I had become estranged. But grandma still knows that I like grapes and I remember everything I like. Although she has a bad brain, she remembers it so clearly that even I can't do it. This is my great-grandmother in my memory. Just like when I was a child, she could do many things that I couldn't, and I admired her.

The person I know is grandma. Although my memory is far away, she is still familiar to me. I will never forget her, just like the vines in the yard and the sweet smell of grapes. Even if time will dilute my memory, it doesn't matter, because I will spread this precious memory and stick it in a bright place that time can't rush.

6. Writing the composition of the elders Grandma seems to be fleeting, and the lost time is like a note jumping between piano boards, lingering, leaving only a beautiful mystery.

There is a corner in my world that has never been closed since childhood, that is, my attachment to my grandmother, which made me stop wandering after experiencing lonely storms and find my inner direction again. I can't let go and I don't want to give up. This beautiful touch will never fade and will always be treasured in my heart.

When I was a child, I was loved by thousands of people and lived a carefree life. But I am always dissatisfied with my inner greed. I love the power to give orders. I am arrogant. Under grandma's wings, this bad temper is getting worse and worse, and there is no intention of convergence.

However, I always feel that grandma is very annoying and nagging, so the word respect has almost disappeared between us. Life has fallen into a strange circle, and my grandmother has been accommodating me. I am more and more arrogant, but I hate my grandma more and more, and grandma tries her best to make me happy.

Life goes on like this, I have no regrets, and my bad temper makes me have almost no friends at school. A special event gradually changed me a little: once my grandmother squatted on the ground and mopped the floor hard. I want to go to another room to get something, but the only way is blocked by her body.

Indiscriminately, I pushed my grandmother to the ground and ran to the next room to get something. Only heard a bang, grandma fell to the ground in various ways, which seemed to hurt, but grandma didn't sit up immediately.

Grandpa and I both laughed as if nothing had happened, and grandma slowly got up and sat on the sofa crying. Although I was surprised, I still smiled more happily with my grandfather and was still winking at him.

I don't know what it's like to have a buffet with my father and several colleagues' children at night. Clearly see grandma lying on the ground, clearly see grandma crying red eyes, but I was indifferent.

I feel a little cramped, so I want to eat quickly and go home to have a look. Grandma is really injured, and her left arm obviously can't move.

As a dutiful son, my father immediately came forward to ask, and I thought: it's broken, and it's time to be scolded again. Unexpectedly, grandma said that she accidentally fell down.

My heart was shaking and I felt guilty, but I didn't apologize. At night, lying in bed, I can clearly recall the day's events, and I have insomnia.

When I began to change my temper slowly and learn to be a good granddaughter, everything changed quietly. Grandpa wants to go back to his hometown. When he left, he clearly saw grandma's red eyes, and I cried, almost out of breath. Everyone thought I was afraid that grandma would stop taking care of me. Maybe only grandma can understand why.

Growing up day by day, my thoughts are constantly changing, and I begin to understand what "filial piety" is. After visiting relatives again and returning to my hometown, I no longer bullied my grandmother, but I no longer missed her. Grandma's eyes seemed to flash a trace of sadness. I hesitated several times, but I didn't say anything.

For a time, there was a figure in my dream, locked in a high red room, calling my name, waiting for me to appear, but I couldn't see it clearly. An accidental eavesdropping made me understand everything: it was my aunt who told my mother and grandmother about her deterioration on the phone.

Cancer! Look at mom's red eye circle, don't guess. I know it's hopeless. At that time, something cracked in my heart and was slowly torn apart. I tried to catch it, but I couldn't catch it.

After grandma's illness ran aground for a while, suddenly a phone call came and brought bad news. We took a week off and hurried home. I didn't have time to eat at the airport, and I didn't care about being uncomfortable. I just want to go back early.

I didn't see her the first night, and my grandmother transferred to another hospital. The next morning, we rushed to Chengdu Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

I thought I had made enough psychological preparations, but I was shocked when I stepped into the door of the ward. Grandma is covered in pipes and skinny, and sporadic white hair makes her thinner.

Grandma can't talk, just looking at us with her eyes, so desperate, but still showing maternal tenderness, my heart is broken. White hair, no longer have the vitality of the past.

It was dark before we reluctantly left. In the next few days, I went to the hospital every day to accompany my sisters and grandma.

I remember one day, I performed a program to send flowers to messengers, which made everyone laugh. Although grandma has no expression, she laughs and shakes, which makes me very happy.

Finally, the seven days are over and we are leaving. For the first time, I felt the pain of where you will go.

After a few words with grandma, I left the room and secretly took another look at grandma. It's not that I don't want to spend more time with my grandmother, but that I'm afraid I'll cry and be reluctant to leave if I take one more look. Enduring the tears swirling in our eyes, we left.

After returning home, my father told my grandmother that we must stick to the summer vacation and we will go to see her again, but my grandmother was silent on the phone. Does she realize that the end of life won't be that long? Finally, on the eve of summer vacation, the bad news of grandma's death came from the phone. Originally, we were going to go out to play and walk home slowly without saying a word, but there were silent tears on everyone's face.

After returning home, my father almost broke the screen window and cried for the man. I locked myself in my room and almost smashed the door.

I didn't attend my grandmother's funeral, but I couldn't get over the photos my father brought back. I experienced all this for the first time from the perspective of life. What should I do without grandma? That night, I seemed to grow up overnight and lost all my waywardness and playfulness.

Since then, I have exuded maturity and understanding beyond my peers, but the angel who changed me will never come back! Grandma: You know, Yue Yue is very sensible now. Teachers all like me and say that I am the most worry-free. I've been trying. I remember saying that I should honor you when I grow up, but now that you are gone, how can I keep my promise? However, grandma, the greatest wealth you left me is kindness and cherishing the people in front of me.

Every time I am wronged, I won't cry because I remember you. Grandma, I bought your favorite longan. Do you like it? I will buy more next time.

7. Find an article about an old man. Lao Wang is the poorest man in the village. He has no house and lives in a shed on the threshing floor at the head of the village. He is thin and thin, and his clothes are gray and covered with patches. A pair of eyes are still alive, living alone in the wind and rain.

He usually has nothing to say, but everyone always says: I am Wang San, and I am 62 years old this year!

I'm Wang San, and I'm 63 years old!

I'm Wang San, and I'm 64 years old!

I'm Wang San, and I'm 65 years old!

……

Smile when you speak. People in Wuli and Sanxiang all know Wang San. They all know that he lives by collecting garbage.

Once, when he was rummaging through the garbage, he suddenly shouted. He found a passbook.

He grinned happily and told everyone. The listener also said: What a coincidence, 50,000 yuan!

He knocked on doors and finally came out empty-handed. This family tells everyone about Lao Wang's goodness, and always gives Lao Wang something to eat on holidays.

The river freezes in winter, and naughty children go skating and drilling holes every day, which is a kind of enjoyment. Unexpectedly, joy begets sorrow. One child fell into the ice cave, and the other children cried and shouted, in a panic. Lao Wang was collecting hay by the river when he heard a cry for help.

He accidentally slipped and fell into the water while saving the child. The water was half a man's depth, so he quickly told the children to call adults. Finally, the child was rescued, but Lao Wang fell behind the root of the disease and his body went from bad to worse. People often visit him, and he always smiles and never forgets to say: I am Wang San, and I am 68 years old this year!

Every time the villagers go to the market, they have to cross the river, wading in summer and treading mud in winter. Some people proposed to build a small bridge, but because the cost needs to be negotiated with neighboring villages, it is difficult to agree, so for many years, the small bridge has only been in people's dreams.

One day, I found that Lao Wang began to move stones to the river. As time went on, people found that Lao Wang was building the bridge alone. The villagers talked a lot, but no one really helped him

The bridge was finally built. Lao Wang Fengren said: I am Wang San, and I am 73 years old this year!

He was still smiling when he spoke. But he finally failed to say: I am Wang San, and I am 75 years old this year!

He's dead. Many people went there on the day of burial. It was a big funeral in our village.

I have never heard of any family reprimanding their children with Lao Wang. For many years, people in Wuli and Sanxiang can still remember this man.

Every time I walk on the bridge and look at the rows of new houses in the village, my heart buried by the secular will be broken.

Alas, the poorest people in our village have gone. ...