In the second grade, I helped the little beggar write.

In the second grade, I helped the little beggar to write a composition and help the beggar to write a model essay:

The cold wind cuts your face like a knife. Under the only sunshine gap between buildings, you sit together in twos and threes, with your hands folded and breathing. When you meet passers-by in a hurry, you quickly spread out and beg, and after encountering countless supercilious eyes, you returned to the original point in disappointment. A pair of dull eyes, a pair of rough and thin hands, and messy and yellow hair are all your same characteristics. Under the same blue sky, there lived such a group of ordinary people. Their names were beggars. In this prosperous city, chronic diseases reflect the increasingly sharp gap between the rich and the poor. It is not surprising that the number of beggars is increasing with the acceleration of urban prosperity. Singing and playing the piano; Subway, overpass and underpass can be seen everywhere. Once upon a time, teachers taught us that a socialist country is a country where the people are masters of their own affairs, distribution according to work and people's democratic dictatorship. Life should be very happy and everyone should be satisfied! Since when have our people been divided into three grades, high grade and low grade; In the eyes of many people, you no longer belong to "people". In other people's mouth, you have become a "smelly beggar" ... Today, I walked on Xidan Street and passed many beggars. Everyone around me was in a hurry and no one gave them anything. Probably at home, eager to return. Beggars used to have homes, didn't they? Your home should not be in the subway, overpass or train station; You have relatives, right? Do they expect you to come back as soon as my parents do? You laughed, right? More and more beggars are testing the numbness of people's sympathy. We have various reasons to refuse to help beggars, and even insult and drive them away. "Indeed, you are a group of people who live up to expectations. You don't have to work normally to get paid, but you have more bitterness, social injustice and misfortune brought by fate. Living under this land together, what kind of trauma have you experienced? Maybe you struggled, but the cruel life didn't give you a chance to breathe, and the tide of fate swallowed you up in an instant; Maybe you are used to living on charity from the beginning, so who deprived you of the right to receive education and learn the truth of "self-reliance"? I never understood you before and never gave you money, but since I met such a beggar old man. A few years ago, when I was waiting for the bus, an old beggar who played the erhu attracted me with his sweet piano sound. The cheerful piano sound infected me, and I was attracted by his piano sound. He closed his eyes and shook his head, intoxicated by the sound of the piano, whether anyone gave me money or not. I stood there for a long time, but he didn't notice. At the moment when the bus was about to close, I took out 10 yuan and quickly threw it into the cash box, then quickly turned around and got on the bus. My heart was still pounding when the car pulled out of the platform. My eyes have been following him, only to find that he is still intoxicated in his own world and has not found the money I left behind. That was the biggest sum of money I donated. Since then, I have seen beggars have a positive side.

When I was young, I didn't think about your pain. Perhaps because I am young and energetic, I think everything is uncompromising. As I grow older, I clearly see that everyone's life has a lot of helplessness and difficulties, no matter who they are. A few dollars doesn't matter to me, but it may help you eat a full meal; It may make you walk a few kilometers less and take a bus less. Whether you can solve your basic livelihood problem or not, whether it encourages your dependence or not, at least to a great extent, you deserve my sympathy. Everyone should help others, regardless of the status and class of the person being helped; Whether the person being helped is subjective. Therefore, from today on, I will give you money, but not much, because begging is not a long-term way to survive. Maybe a dollar or two, maybe some coins. That's all I can do.

Help beggars model essay 2:

The roadside of Wuma Street is very messy, and you often meet many beggars on both sides of the road. They are in rags, holding a dirty bowl in one hand and asking passers-by for money in the other, asking you to put the money in his bowl. Many such beggars will tell how poor they are when begging, and some of them are disabled beggars.

My mother often tells me that some children are poor now, lost with their parents or abducted by others, and later sold to the bad guys by traffickers, and then the bad guys try their best to disable their hands or feet and make them disabled for life. How unfair and cruel it is to them! This healthy and lively child left a lifelong disability, alas! In the eyes of the bad guys, these children are their tools to make money.

Once, my mother took me shopping and saw a teenage beggar child. At this age, he should study like us, but he was in rags, kneeling on the ground and shouting, "Please, have pity on me, give me some money, I'm hungry ..." Mom ignored him, and we turned and left, but the child followed us all the way, repeating such words as he walked. Mother had no choice but to sigh, gave him ten dollars and took me away.

On the way, my mother said to me, "It's too messy here, no one cares." Many of these beggars' homes are not as bad as they think, but they also cheat. There are more fakes than real ones. They keep saying that they are hungry, but they don't want bread or steamed bread, they just want money. There are too many liars, but there are also some really poor people. Now we can't tell the true from the false! "

Yes, I really hope that there are no such swindlers and beggars in this world, and there will still be enthusiastic people to lend a helping hand in a truly poor society!

Help beggars model essay 3:

Over the years, I have done many good things, but I am most proud that I helped a beggar.

It happened on a dark night in a month. I'm having dinner at my grandmother's house and I'm going home. Suddenly I happened to see an old man shivering in the cold wind. She was lying on the ground with a begging cup in front of her. I can't help thinking: whose child is so cruel that he has the heart to let his mother beg in the street. If I were you, I would definitely let my mother stay at home and let the nanny take care of her. I looked at the old man and gradually felt sympathy for her. I felt in my pocket for a few dollars. At this moment, I touched something round and hard, and I took it out to have a look. Ah, that's a shiny coin. I was suddenly happy and just wanted to move on, but I suddenly frowned and thought, if I give this dollar to her, won't I have worked hard to save some money? Thinking, turn around and get on the bus. "But what is a dollar to me? Grandma needs this yuan more than I do, and I have to help her. " Then, I went over, bent down and put a dollar in the cup. I looked up and saw my grandmother's silvery white hair covered her black hair, and wrinkles covered her whole face. She is about 60 years old. Poor thing. I think when I grow up, I must help more poor people so that they will no longer suffer! Although I only had that insignificant one yuan, I did my part.

Article 4 of the model of helping beggars:

Walking on the way to school, I saw a beggar, so pitiful. His face was covered with deep wrinkles and he was sitting alone on the road, but the pedestrians beside him ignored him. I stopped and asked him, "Grandpa, why are you sitting here?" It's too cold here. You should stay indoors and have a rest! " Grandpa looked at me and said, "Do you mean to rest at home? I don't even have children. Where am I from? "After listening to this, I feel that Grandpa is like a fish out of water, approaching death step by step. Grandpa proudly said to me, "I am Korean, and my father died in battle for his country." I have all the badges preserved in his life. "Then, he took out a small bag from the bag around him and wrapped it in another bag. When he opened it, he saw many badges. He is really the son of a hero, but he is so down and out. What a pity!

He is a beggar on the roadside, but in my eyes, he is another kind of beggar at this time, and he is a respectable beggar. I think I just had 150 yuan in my pocket, which is the study money for Saturday, but at this time I was moved by my grandfather's experience. Without thinking, I took out the money and said, "Grandpa, this money is for you!" " "I didn't wait for grandpa to speak and left.

On the way, I remembered: Alas, that 150 yuan is a public servant. If my mother finds out, I'm dead. What should I do? I have no choice but to tell my mother the truth!

When I got home, my mother asked me the first sentence: "Did you give the teacher 150 yuan?" My face suddenly turned red, as if the sky were falling. I was very anxious and hesitated to say, "I gave ... the money to Ann ... an old man!" " "My mother flew into a rage and scolded me angrily, saying that my money was cheated by beggars. I am so poor that it seems that I am the only unfortunate person in the world. I'm sorry, but I'd rather believe what the old beggar said is true. I'm glad I helped the right people.

Help the little beggar look at the picture and write. On my way to school every day, I can always see a little beggar. He is about six or seven years old, short and thin. A black hair is a mess, because it has not been washed for a long time, and it has become a lump. There are layers of dirt on the brown face. A pair of bright eyes look helpless and helpless. He reached out a dirty little hand feebly and whispered, "Please, give me something to eat!" " "

One day it was very cold and it was raining lightly. After school, I sat behind my mother's car, eating hot bread, and my heart was extremely warm. We walked to the corner and saw the little beggar again. This time, the little beggar and his mother came to beg together. His mother is about 30 years old, wearing a worn cotton-padded jacket and can't see any color. Sitting on the ground soaking wet, pushing the little beggar and saying weakly, "Go, go." Today, the little beggar is wearing a broken cotton-padded jacket, and there are two long snot under his red nose. He wipes it with his sleeve from time to time. He shrank his shoulders and trembled, holding a broken bowl in his right hand, helping his mother up with his left hand, and looking very reluctant with his head down.

They came to a clearing, and the little beggar took out a rag and spread it on the ground so that his mother could sit down. The little beggar said piteously, "Dear grandparents, uncles and aunts, my mother is ill. We have no money to see a doctor, please help us! " I was sad when I read it. I quickly said to my mother, "Help them." My mother gave me 10 yuan, and I also gave the little beggar another bread. He said gratefully, "Thank you, thank you!"

I took heavy steps and looked back at the poor little beggar step by step. I think: my life is so beautiful, but the little beggar is so pitiful, I must cherish it! I decided to call the rescue station and ask them to help the little beggar.

Look at the pictures and write words to help the little beggar. What's the matter with you? The two of them looked for their mother in the park with a drawing board, and then thought about it: "Xiaohong, he said, where are you?" Suddenly a little sister came crying from a distance, and Xiao Ming hurried over to comfort her! " Xiaohong finally found her mother. In the distance, an aunt was shouting, "Little Sister.

After a while, I picked up a brush and wrote the words "Xiaohong looking for her mother" on the drawing board. Xiaohong, mom, I can't find my mom? My little sister cried and said, "Mom:" I, Xiao Ming, am glad to go back and continue painting. " It's mom. "Xiao Ming asked some questions again. Where did she and her mother get lost? Xiaohong turned and saw that Xiaoming was painting in the park on Sunday, so he ran over crying.

When I was in the third grade of primary school, the beggar not far from the school was only about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed in rags, carrying a broken schoolbag and hunched his back. Every day, he comes to us for food and money. I looked at his eager eyes as if he wanted the money in my pocket, so I took out the money in my pocket and gave him half. I wanted to leave soon, but I was caught by his dirty hands. I turned and looked at him. He also gave me a look, as if to say to me: When you grow up, don't be like me, you should study hard. He nodded, which should be what he meant.

After the second class in the afternoon, I hurried out to the beggar, but I found him missing, so I looked around anxiously. After a while, I finally found him. He sat beside the trash can and picked up something to eat. I saw this scene and I ran very fast. Suddenly, the extracurricular book in my hand fell in front of him, and he quickly threw it away. I saw that he was so eager to read, so I ran back to school and brought other extracurricular books to him. He nodded and inarticulate said thank you. At this time, I felt so warm in my heart, because I was so happy to help others for the first time, and I felt indescribable comfort in my heart. The beggar also looked at these books excitedly. Here, I also feel the beggar's desire again and again, because he has helped others in this way. This moved me so much that I brought this book to him. If he was not so eager to read, I wouldn't show it to him. Beggars didn't study hard when they were young. Now is the result of today. I don't want this result when I grow up. I will study hard and become a pillar of the motherland in the future!

I will always remember the eager eyes!

Dogs and beggars There is a beggar on the overpass in the city. He can't play the piano, he can't sing, and he can't even write down his tragic experiences on the ground with chalk. Every day, he just squatted on the guardrail, buried his head deep in his knees, with a broken aluminum basin under his feet. Fortunately, there are many people passing by this overpass, and occasionally someone throws a coin or two into the small basin under his feet.

When night falls, the beggar will return to his residence-an abandoned vegetable garden in the suburbs. The vegetable garden is surrounded by sparse fences, and there is a broken shack inside, where beggars have spent several cold winters. There is also a dry well in the vegetable garden, and there is an old tree by the well.

Accompanied by the cold north wind, the city ushered in the first snow since winter. There were few pedestrians on the overpass, and the beggar made up his mind to call it a day. However, at one end of the overpass, a dog came shivering with cold. The puppy tried to get close to the beggar and licked it carefully in a small basin at the beggar's feet. Beggars used it to pack food last night. The softest nerve in the beggar's heart was touched, so he took out the bread and gently put it into a small basin. The puppy gave him a grateful look and ate it in vain.

The beggar took the puppy home, and they lived together from then on. This dog is very clever. When he was hungry, he picked up a small basin and circled around the beggar. Passers-by were surprised and thought it was a performing puppy, so they put the money in a small basin. Beggars found business opportunities. Later, after training, the puppy was able to stand up on two hind legs and jump around in the crowd with a small basin in his mouth. So more money was put into the beggar's pocket.

Beggars who became "rich" began to gamble on lottery tickets with extra money. This is unexpected good luck, and one day soon, he really won the grand prize. This is an astronomical figure.

The beggar bought the vegetable garden and built a luxurious house in it, but he kept the dilapidated shed in the backyard, as well as the surrounding dry wells, old trees and fences.

The beggar's house is full of all kinds of luxuries. He is just addicted to shopping. He likes the waitress's charming smile, and he likes the surprised and envious eyes when he takes out a lot of money. Mr. Beggar began to go out to participate in some high-class social occasions, and of course he would bring his puppy. Ladies and gentlemen in the upper class praised the rich upstart, but of course no one knew his past.

The only thing that embarrassed Mr. Beggar was the puppy next to him. Others are dogs of pure blood and noble status.

Until one day, the naughty dog tore a poodle's ear at the party. The dog owner flew into a rage, and Mr. Beggar's inflated self-esteem was seriously hurt.

After the beggar came home, he took the puppy directly to the dry well in the backyard. He put the puppy in a wooden bucket and sent it underground with a long rope.

The beggar was determined to make the puppy disappear before his eyes. He wants to forget his humble past.

Since then, the beggar has lost the shabby dog, so he can enjoy the warm eyes of the waitress and attend those high-end parties alone. Fortunately, he didn't forget to throw a few pieces of meat into the well every day at last. The barking of the puppy let him know that his former friend was still alive.

The puppy turned around at the bottom of the well. No matter day or night, it always looks up with its head held high. But no one has been here except some food that falls down every day. The puppy stared at the bottom of the well. ...

In the blink of an eye, more than a month passed, and the beggar was not happy, and his friends did not increase because of the dog's departure. Then one day, the drunken beggar was exposed to his life experience, and he was laughed at and left out. The beggar finally realized that only the dog he had lived with was his true friend in this world, but he threw it into the well.

The beggar quickly ran to the well and put down the bucket. But the puppy just wandered around the bucket, but refused to climb in. The beggar ran out and bought a rope ladder. He tied one end of the rope ladder to a tree by the well, and then climbed down to save his puppy. The well is deep, but the beggar is not afraid. The bottom of the well is damp and dark, with a strong smell. He picked up the puppy and climbed up. The puppy didn't blame its owner. He kept licking the beggar's face enthusiastically.

Because he stayed underground for too long, the puppy's neck could not be straightened, so he had to turn his head back on the ground.

The best doctor in this city failed to cure the dog. In order to make up for his mistakes, beggars give him the best food every day and take him everywhere. The puppy wags its tail happily, but its head can only lean back and look at the sky.

Beggars wander around the city with their puppies every day. He gave money to other beggars. He felt satisfied when other beggars were grateful to tears. The beggar has a new plan. He asked beggars to come to his house to collect money every day.

The news spread quickly, and the team collecting money became bigger and bigger. The person who received the money praised him with the most beautiful words in the world, and the beggar was excited about it.

The TV people came, and night news made this grand occasion.

The next day, people swarmed in, and some people who were not beggars at all joined the team to collect money.

Beggars are addicted to their own feats and travel between the bank and home every day.

Until one day, the bank informed him that the money had been used up, and he had to announce to the people in the long line that there was no money to send!

The huge team immediately fell into chaos. People began to curse: "liar!" " ""teach him a lesson! "People rushed to his house and stones flew to the window. The door was about to burst open, and the frightened beggar fled to the backyard with the puppy. The beggar saw the rope ladder at the wellhead and climbed down in a hurry. When the beggar was about to reach the bottom of the well, one end of the rope ladder tied to the tree suddenly broke, and the beggar and his rope ladder fell into the soft bottom of the well together.

The police made great efforts to disperse the crowd, but the house was almost in ruins and people took everything they could.

As the days passed, the beggar was just tired and curled up at the dark and cold bottom of the well. He shouted at the sun and the moon, and no one could hear him. Every day, the puppy looks around for food to throw, perhaps a stale bone or moldy bread. It is difficult for the puppy to find food because its neck bends backwards. It can only lie on the garbage heap and sniff, and pick up the bad meat found by the way and run to the wellhead. Once, the puppy threw a dead cat.

In the blink of an eye, more than a month passed, and the puppy couldn't even bear to eat anything he found. It became so skinny that it didn't even have the strength to walk. The beggar continued to shout at the bottom of the well every day, but no one came to save him.

The dog didn't leave anything behind for several days, and the beggar didn't know what happened to the dog. The beggar stared at a small sky at the wellhead, and he knew he was going to die.

One morning, the weak voice of the wellhead woke the sleeping beggar, and he shouted with all his strength. He was hung by a rope, and the sun blinded him. People looked at the unkempt, dirty and smelly man: "If this puppy hadn't died at the wellhead, no one would have heard you scream." The beggar saw the skinny puppy, and his dirty hair was wet with tears.

The third-grade writer of the future beggar is very sad to see it, and everyone will give generously when he meets it. But the hostess rudely pointed to a pile of bricks in front of the door and said to the beggar, "Please help me move these bricks to the back of the house."

The beggar said angrily, "I only have one hand, and you still have the heart to let me move bricks!" " I don't want to give alms, so why play tricks on people? "

The hostess was not angry, so she bent down and lifted the brick. She moved it with only one hand and said, "Look, there is no need to work with two hands. I can do it. Why can't you do it? "

The beggar was stunned. He looked at the woman with strange eyes, and the pointed Adam's apple slid up and down twice like an olive. Finally, he leaned down and raised the brick with one hand. He can only move one piece at a time, and it takes two hours to move it. He was so tired that his face was covered with dust, and several locks of hair were wet with sweat and stuck to his forehead.

The woman handed the beggar a white towel. The beggar took it and wiped his face and neck carefully. The white towel turned into a black towel.

The woman handed the beggar 20 yuan money again. The beggar took the money and said gratefully.

The woman said, "You don't have to thank me. You earned it yourself. "

The beggar said, "I won't forget you." Leave this towel for me as a souvenir. " Then he bowed deeply and went on his way.

Many days later, another beggar came to the yard. The woman took the beggar to the back of the house and pointed to the pile of bricks and said to him, "If you move the bricks to the front of the house, I will give you twenty yuan." The beggar with sound hands walked away disdainfully. I don't know if he despised the twenty yuan or something else.

The woman's child asked her mother inexplicably, "Last time you asked beggars to move bricks from the front to the back of the house, this time you asked beggars to move bricks from the back to the front of the house. Do you want to put bricks in the back or in front of the house? "

Translation of Little Beggar in Chang 'an People who live in Hanyin have a little beggar under Wei Qiao in Chang 'an. Often wandering in the market. Some people in the market hated him and threw dung at him. He soon begged in the market again, and his clothes were as clean as before. The official in charge knew about it, arrested him and put him in prison, while he begged in the market. Trying to kill him again, he left. Throwing dung at his house, the house was destroyed and more than ten people died. There is a rumor in Chang 'an: "When you see a beggar, give him wine to avoid family destruction and death."

The idea of helping beggars in the street is easily influenced by the social times. What I have seen and heard makes me feel that people are selfish, and any friendship and true feelings are just on paper. However, one little thing changed me. It was raining that day, so I got on the bus and hurried to school. I speed up and look down at my watch from time to time. When I looked up again, I was startled. I am aware of what is about to happen, but time does not allow me to hesitate any longer. I ordered the brakes, but it was too late. The car hit a man and I fell down. I didn't care about my pain. I just thought, "What bad luck, I don't know if he is hurt. He won't let me go anyway. " I stood up in fear and trembling. I dare not look up for fear of seeing an angry face. Suddenly, the fallen car beside him was hoisted. I was surprised to find that the middle-aged man I knocked down was him. He helped my car first, and then picked up the umbrella that fell to the ground. Suddenly, I met his eyes. Those are sincere eyes, shining with reproach and containing goodwill; There are some angry and sincere expressions that show that he has forgiven me, as if to say, "Go to school quickly, daredevil, and be careful in the future." Somehow, I suddenly feel that this man looks like his father. I don't have the fear in my heart just now. Looking into his eyes, I trembled and said, "Uncle, I'm sorry!" " Sitting on the bus, I still look back from time to time, watching the gradually hazy figure in the rain until it disappears out of my sight. But I always feel that a pair of warm eyes are still staring at me ... hope to adopt.

How to write a composition topic to help beggars in an article, we must pay attention to the order. The article can't be irrelevant and messy. The best way is to make an outline. With such an outline in mind, describe it in detail. Be realistic in the process of painting, and don't write "the rooster lay eggs" or something like that, or you will make a joke. Also pay attention to punctuation, don't use it indiscriminately. Punctuation also has the law of punctuation. If it pauses, it will pause, if it is omitted, it will be omitted.