A stranger's help composition 800 words

In life, work and study, everyone is familiar with composition. According to the different writing time limit, composition can be divided into limited composition and unlimited composition. So have you ever studied composition? The following is an 800-word stranger's help-seeking composition I compiled for reference only. Welcome to reading.

A stranger's help-seeking composition 800 words 1 Open the door of memory, and you can recall those memories of previous years. Touched, life is everywhere, but there is one thing that I deeply remember in my mind.

It was a summer, and at the age of four, I got on the train with my father and came to the beautiful sunshine. Dad took me to the hotel first, but I cried and clamored to go to the seaside to see the sea. Dad saw my fascination with the sea and had to say to me helplessly, "Xiaoxiao is good, let's go to see the sea later." After listening to my father, I stopped crying. On the bus, I always fantasize about what the sea will be like. But who knows, when my father comes to the seaside, he is always taking pictures. I took my father's hand impatiently and dragged him to the sea.

Arriving at the seaside, I naughtily "flung" my shoes aside and ran barefoot into the sea. Dad came up to me and said, "Xiaoxiao, you play here by yourself first, and dad goes to change clothes." Remember, when you meet a stranger, don't talk to him ... "Before my father finished, I pouted and stopped my father's words, saying," Okay, dad, you should go. Mom told you these words before you went out! "I had enough fun from the sea and went to the beach to rub sand. As a result, I was bitten by a can cover. Bright red blood ran down my feet and I was in tears with pain. Passers-by just glanced at it and left, as if I were in the air. Suddenly, I felt a pair of warm hands and gently stopped the bleeding with toilet paper.

I gradually saw that those hands were very old, but they looked lovely in the sunshine. I stopped crying and raised my head. A kind old woman has silver hair and several wrinkles on her face. Grandma looked at me with gentle eyes and said, "Son, does it still hurt?" I shook my head. Later, grandma bandaged my wound with gauze. At the right moment, my dad came and saw it, and said to me loudly, "You are a child, you are not allowed to talk to strangers!" " ""This is not an outsider. The old lady kindly helped me to dress the wound! " I yelled at my father. Dad looked at it and immediately said, "Aunt, I'm sorry!" " "Grandma didn't care, just left a smile. After dressing the wound, I said to my grandmother, "Grandma, thank you!" " "The old lady gave me a little relief and disappeared into the sea of people. Looking at grandma's distant back, tears have turned around.

After so many years, every time I think about it, my eyes can't help but turn red. Touched, maybe at the moment of turning around.

A stranger's help-seeking composition is 800 words and 2 bad words! I don't have my key with me. When I walked to my building, I suddenly realized the problem. Helpless, I had to call my mother and say that I would go to my grandmother's house. But my mother's answer is undoubtedly to pour cold water on me: "Grandma went to your aunt's house today, and now there is no one at home." Why don't you stay downstairs first and mom will go back after work. "

Hung up the phone, turned and walked to a chair to sit down, conveniently put the bag on the stone table next to it, and played with my mobile phone. Suddenly, a weather forecast message on my mobile phone made me realize the coolness of autumn. A gust of wind blew and the branches rattled. I looked up at the gate of the community, hoping that my mother would come back soon. It got dark quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the street lamp was already on. I feel impatient at the thought that there is still a lot of homework to do. The door was clearly in front of me, but I couldn't get in ... Just as I was complaining, the community security guard came up to me.

Seeing him looking at me, I smiled at him. "Classmate, why don't you go home?" He came in and asked. "I don't have my key." I simply replied, and then continued to look down at the phone. "Then go, go to my duty room." Seeing that I didn't move, he patted me again. "Are you going?" I hesitated, and finally decided to go with him. After all, it's a little cold at night.

In his duty room, warm air filled the whole room, and a mist immediately appeared on his eyes. He poured me a cup of hot water, put it on the table and said, "Come, sit here for a while!" " ""thank you! "He reminded me to call my parents again. After seeing that everything was settled for me, I turned and left the duty room and continued to stand guard. The cold wind raged outside the window, and I wiped the breath out of the window with my hand, which was cold. Through the window, I saw his skirts and the tie on his uniform swaying from side to side in the wind. I could hear the wind outside from time to time, but I didn't feel a chill coming from the window.

Look at your watch. It is getting late. Why hasn't mom come yet? I reached for the cup on the table, took a sip of warm water and waited quietly.

Suddenly, my mobile phone vibrated. It's my mother, asking where I am. I picked up my schoolbag and ran out of the duty room. As soon as I opened the door, the cold wind blew head-on, and I shivered. When the security guard saw me coming out, he asked, "Are your parents there?" "coming." I replied briefly that I wanted to go home soon. "Don't forget your key in the future. Students walk slowly! "

At home, looking down from the balcony, the security guard is still sticking to his post and motionless ... his figure is so familiar but so strange. Security guard is an ordinary profession, and also a stranger around me, an ordinary stranger. However, the concern from strangers is so memorable. ...

In fact, sometimes, unknown strangers often give you more strength. -inscription

The pace of time is too hasty, too many strangers pass by, leaving mostly an expressionless face hiding the inner world. And that sunny smiling face is enough for me to enjoy my life.

I remember it was a cloudy day without the sun. I sat in the square with a lot on my mind, the wind was blowing and it was cold. I remember that I was down and out, full of frustration, probably because of the defeat of the chess game. The competition is at the provincial level, and teachers and parents have given me high expectations, hoping that I can get a good ranking. But I thought I was the top student in my class and took it lightly. As a result, I achieved a "new record" of almost complete failure. I am very distressed.

There was no one in the square. It was so quiet that even the sound of the wind blowing could be heard. But it sounds like countless taunts to me, harsh and very harsh. I couldn't sit still any longer, so I got up and left. A heavy heart presses heavily on your feet and your steps are heavy. I started walking around the square, round and round. I have never met a pedestrian, even though I was in a hurry and my face was cold. I'm a little fidgety and lonely again. My heart is beginning to get confused, and my steps are also confused. I don't know what direction to go. After a long walk, I found myself in the flower bed. Bloom seems to be more prosperous than yesterday, but I have no intention of enjoying it. There is a figure in the distance, coming slowly. It's really sad to see such a figure in today's society. So I went there, too.

After walking for a while, I recognized the person in front. That's a disabled person with a broken foot, and the first half is just in a wheelchair. It's the wheelchair moving, and his trouser legs are hanging in the wheelchair, telling something. I have met him, and I have seen him several times in the square, and I am deeply impressed. Until today, I have observed him so closely. There are some wrinkles on his face, but his face is as red as a healthy person.

He saw me and smiled at me. He turned to look at the flowers again, smiled and murmured, "Today's bloom looks better than yesterday."

Is it really really better? I'm dizzy. I watched him pass me with a smile. A beam of light began to spread from my heart, and then it lit up my heart. Compared with a physically disabled person, what is my frustration? At this time, the sun tore open the dark clouds and emerged from the gap. I suddenly turned around and saw the golden sun shining on his back.

The stranger in my memory, the strange but familiar smile in my memory and the immortal scenery in my memory light up my life!

There is a thin layer of water mist in the sky, and it seems that there is a black dragon hovering in the foggy sky. Water darkens the sky. Soon, it began to rain in Mao Mao.

With this wonderful sound, the school bell rang. I looked out of the window and couldn't help playing a small drum: what should I do? What should I do? There are only my mother and my brother at home. Mom has to take care of her brother and has no time to pick me up! My brow wrinkled into Sichuan characters. As these figures flashed by me, I dragged my schoolbag out of the classroom like a tractor. I was standing on the side of the road when the phone rang. I picked up the phone like a savior: "hey, mom is taking care of her brother at home." Do you still have a dollar? " Come back from work. "With a bang, the heavy rain cooled my mood by half. My lower lip wrapped around my upper lip, and I rushed to the bus stop with lightning speed. God was kind to me and let me hide in a bus stop with a roof. "One minute ... three minutes ..." After a long time, there was no sign of the bus.

Suddenly a pale face appeared in front of me, and I couldn't help screaming, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person." I gasped, and my heart kept beating. When I looked intently, it turned out to be a thin old man. I finally breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Old man, what are you doing here so late?" "I'm here waiting for my son to pick me up. What are you doing here? " "hmm? I am waiting for the bus. " "Ha ha, son, don't you know the bus won't come at six o'clock?" "what!" I screamed. "Come, let me lend you my umbrella. I don't need it anyway. " "No, no, I can walk home by myself." "You're welcome. I said borrow. Besides, why don't you run home in this weather?

You are a drowned rat. "He smiled kindly." Come and get it. "I blushed and took an umbrella." Hurry home. "I nodded heavily and opened my umbrella." Oh, by the way, where can I return your umbrella? ""Let's meet again. " I smiled and nodded and left. I looked forward and found it was a transparent umbrella.

The next day, the sun was shining, and I looked at the umbrella on the table, the umbrella that shone with colorful love and the umbrella that penetrated my heart.

There are too many troubles in this world. Mom's words, teachers' care, and even ... strangers' help. ...

When I was a child, my parents taught me not to get close to strangers. Since then, the word "stranger" has been deeply rooted in the blacklist of my heart.

"Welcome to this bus, this bus is from ..." On the bus, the familiar voice rang again. At this moment, a scruffy middle-aged man got on the bus. His travel-stained appearance, wrinkles on his face, such as deep furrows, and dark complexion can be seen that he has just come out of the construction site. His tacky shirt was covered with faintly visible lime, he was carrying a shabby sack, and his rubber shoes were covered with mud. I'm glad he's far from my seat! After he took out the crumpled paper money and paid for it, I looked at him with a look of disgust and sat in the window seat next to me, crying out for bad luck.

When the car started, he pulled open the window to breathe, and only heard a "creak". All the passengers' eyes were looking for a sound. I immediately looked down awkwardly and turned over the books in my hand, as if there was nothing. He smiled awkwardly and rubbed his hands. I cursed in my heart, who is this? He is too impetuous, which brings me trouble. He is really a countryman! Then there was a voice that annoyed me. He sang at the top of his voice regardless of the image. If he is a handsome urban man, I will definitely think that he is a bold and unrestrained person. But he is not, so in my eyes, his singing becomes noise. Inadvertently, I saw his yellow teeth and the dust sticking to his cheeks. I feel that he is surrounded by a hot air, and the air is suffocating and unnatural. My dislike for him arises spontaneously. I deliberately sat with a straight face and my head held high. I want others to see the difference between urban people and rural people, and the difference between educated people and working-class people.

At the terminal, he stood up in a hurry, but suddenly sat down. I was curious about his behavior and only heard him say, "I'm sorry, you crushed my bag." I quickly moved away. He picked up the bag and walked out of the seat, but accidentally got the dust in the bag on my clothes. Without thinking, he took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to me. He said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." By the time I realized it, he had got out of the car and disappeared.

I can't help but sigh that the perfect image on the surface is really not as noble as that natural middle-aged man. If I were you, I don't think I would do that. I will despise him and forget such a polite apology.

From then on, I had a different view on the word "stranger", and I transferred it from the blacklist to the friends list.