A composition describing a stranger, 400 words

I remember when I was a child, my mother once warned me: "If a stranger comes to pick you up after school and calls himself a colleague or friend of your parents, you must not go with him, you know? Those are all bad people who kidnap children!" I nodded seriously and kept it in mind.

I had seen this kind of thing on TV before my mother told me about it when I was a child, but it should have been called "kidnapping" on TV. A seven or eight-year-old primary school student was walking alone on the road carrying a heavy schoolbag. He was suddenly intercepted by a man in black wearing sunglasses, who forced him into a black car and drove away. Stranger, black, kidnapping...this is all my understanding of strangers when I was a child. But when did the stranger's tone gradually change in his heart?

I can’t remember the first time I saw him. Maybe I started to notice him after meeting him around 7:15 in the morning for several days in a row. This boy is tall and thin, with long and narrow eye lines, deep eyes, straight bridge of nose, thin lips, and sometimes showing white teeth. The bangs are very long and sometimes cover the right eye. He likes to wear loose T-shirts, carry a cross-body schoolbag, put his hands in his pockets, and pass me by in silence. I have to admit that he is impeccable in both temperament and appearance. I remember one time I woke up late and failed to meet him on the way to school, which made me feel inexplicably disappointed. So I started to set the alarm clock to go out on time and realize our daily "encounter". They passed each other calmly on the surface, but at the moment they passed each other, a weak electric current seemed to pass through their hearts, so much so that their heartbeats accelerated. Judging from the way he walks, I think he is a silent and reserved boy, with slender and powerful arms, he must be good at basketball. We went to school in opposite directions. Which school did he go to? If you take the bus at the previous stop, it should be No. 7 Middle School, right? In this way, I carefully guessed everything about him based on some details of him when I met him every day.

It rained today, and he held a blue plaid umbrella, which looked very nice.

Today he wore a pair of limited edition Nike sneakers, which are very expensive.

Today I feel that his bangs are too long and covering his eyes, which is not good for his eyesight.

We pass each other like strangers every day, without dialogue or words, as if it is a tacit understanding, a habit, and a rule. After a few months, the second half of the semester is over. When school started again, we never met each other again on the road. Did they go to college, maybe? This is also my last guess about him.

People with zero intersection are always strangers. This is what I have expected. From then on, what happened every day on this path was a girl carrying a schoolbag and biting bread in her mouth, walking lonely and reserved towards school. A bright red sunrise is ahead, dyeing the stranger in my heart red.

2 Since the school moved into the new campus, my home has become far away from the school. It takes about 50 minutes to walk from home to school, so I take the bus to and from school every day. between families.

Every morning or noon when I go to school, I walk to the Industrial and Commercial Bank of China and wait for the bus that goes directly to school. I usually wait for about 5 minutes before a bus comes. . Every day while waiting for the bus, I would see a man in his 50s, sometimes sitting on the steps at the entrance of ICBC, sometimes standing. He had a black fanny pack tied around his waist and a bag on his head. A slightly shabby black hat. Maybe it was because he stayed on the roadside for a long time, but there was always a thick layer of dust on his hat. Every time I see him, he looks like that. I never know what he does or why he stays here every day. Until one time, I saw a bus parked next to him, and the driver took out a 5-yuan note and exchanged it with him for 5 coins. Then I realized that he was hired by the bus station specifically to work at ICBC. Employees giving change to coin-operated buses and passengers.

One time when I was at school at noon, I arrived at ICBC early to wait for a bus. After waiting for more than ten minutes, no bus came. Slowly, more and more students were waiting for the bus.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, there was still no bus coming. Everyone was impatient. Why didn't the bus come today? Some students were more agitated and yelled at the driver. Did he get into a car accident? Seeing that we were impatient to wait, the employee in charge of giving change came over and explained: "Today, all the cars have gone there to refuel. Diesel is very tight right now. Some cars still can't refuel. If you wait a little longer, it will be enough." There's a car coming." After saying these words, he went to the side of the road and looked expectantly. After about 5 minutes, sure enough, a bus came from the south gate direction. Everyone was very excited when they saw the shadow of the bus. Finally, they waited, but when the bus came over, they saw that it was Dabo Lake. After a while of happiness, everyone fell into An even greater disappointment. At this time, the employee walked over and stopped the car. There were no other passengers in the car except the driver and the conductor. He told the driver to change his route and go to Quality High School first, and then to Po Lake. The driver disagreed after hearing this. He was worried that the boss would cause trouble for him if he found out. The employee said, "It doesn't matter. You just go and I will take care of anything." After saying this for a while, the driver agreed. . At this time we happily got on the bus, and finally we were sent to school in time.

I was thinking in the car that I really have to thank that unknown employee today. I think his status in the bus company may not be as good as that of an ordinary driver, but in order for us to get to school on time, he took the initiative to take care of things that should not be taken care of by him, and dared to take the risk of violating the company's regulations. I really admire you for taking responsibility.

3 When people hear the word stranger, various associations will come to their mind, perhaps liars, thieves, murderers, etc. Before I left for my first trip, my parents gave me countless warnings not to talk to strangers casually and to seek help from someone in uniform. In fact, people in uniform are also strangers, but they wear a piece of clothing that is recognized by the public, which separates them from strangers. But what if they are wolves in "sheep's clothing"?

I was very nervous when I took the train for the first time that year. I held my bag with both hands and looked around with vigilant eyes. But when I looked around me carefully, I saw that everyone was busy with their own business, many people were already taking a nap, and no one paid attention to me, an unobtrusive "stranger". Yes, most of the people in the carriage don’t know each other. This is a world of strangers. Gradually, I relaxed and started to sleep, but I still held the bag with both hands.

Suddenly, the person sitting next to me pushed me awake, which shocked me. It turned out that he wanted to go to the toilet and asked me to help him look after his bag. I nodded and agreed to him. After that, we started chatting. Since we were all strangers, we only talked about trivial matters and avoided going into details. In fact, it was because I was very reserved when talking to strangers for the first time.

Time can eliminate barriers and make strangers no longer strangers. The atmosphere in the carriage was much more lively than at the beginning. Everyone was talking to the people next to them, and from time to time they let out cheerful cheers. laughter.

I am not as cautious as I was at the beginning. It was too hot, so I simply put my bag under my seat, took out some food and shared it with my neighbor. Everyone chatted while eating, chatting here and there, and from time to time some hilarious jokes popped up, which made me feel very happy. At this time, I felt that my parents were too worried, and the outside world was not so chaotic. Why should I reject every stranger thousands of miles away? Don’t people never know each other from acquaintance, from stranger to best friend?

The train arrived at the station and I said goodbye to my seatmate. But in the end I discovered that I had never asked for his name. As the passengers got off the bus and walked towards the platform, and when they came to the exit, I remembered that someone had arranged to pick me up. I patted my head. It was not easy to find a familiar face in the sea of ??strangers! But it turned out that the person who picked me up turned out to be a stranger on entrustment (I found out after he held a sign with my name on it). Because we both had an acquaintance, the relationship between us was The feeling of strangeness was instantly dissipated.

Strangers are not always strangers. Sometimes they turn into friends or even become people we are very familiar with. It all starts with strangers and ends with strangers. This may be an unavoidable topic after we enter society