Stingy composition

Uncle Wang is a weirdo! ——At least in the eyes of the neighbors.

A pair of old and yellowed leather shoes, a pair of canvas pants that can be seen everywhere on the construction site, and the distinctive, gray and rustic big-brimmed hat, this is Uncle Wang's unchanging appearance. standard outfit. Every day, when the white light of fish belly appears in the sky, Uncle Wang will go to the street to buy vegetables on time. At this time, it is our happiest time. I saw Uncle Wang walking to the eggplant stall, looking at it, weighing it with his hands, and putting it down. Then he came to the watermelon pile, patted it, sighed, and left again. After two hours of shopping, he often only has one or two dishes in his hand. Once, he had a quarrel with Grandma Sun, who was selling cucumbers, "We have been neighbors for so many years, why are you still not happy about losing a cent?" Uncle Wang stared at Grandma Sun, looking unreasonable. Grandma Sun was not to be outdone, she directly stretched out her thick and short fingers and said to Uncle Wang: "Whether you want to buy it or not, it doesn't matter if you pay a penny less!" Uncle Wang hesitated to speak, and could only He fled the scene in despair, like a defeated rooster. At this time, only the jeers of a group of children and elderly guests were left. What is even more puzzling is that Uncle Wang was a senior cadre in a state-owned enterprise before his retirement, and now his monthly pension alone is no less than four to five thousand. So, in private, everyone gave him a nickname that was considered inappropriate - Wang Mengmen.

Gradually, everyone began to think that some of the stingy things of "Wang Stingy" were normal. Until that day——

A letter signed by Uncle Wang was delivered to my home by mistake. I carried the letter and reluctantly knocked on the door of Uncle Wang's house. The door was unlocked. I walked in. The scene in front of me stunned me - a dozen children of about twelve or thirteen years old, some on the sofa. Climbing up and down, some were snatching toys from each other, and Uncle Wang was sitting on a chair, smiling and telling stories to several girls surrounding him. My arrival seemed to break the peace. They all turned to look at me, which made me a little embarrassed. They quickly composed themselves, finished explaining their reasons incoherently, put down the letter and wanted to leave. But Uncle Wang stopped me, politely asked me to sit down, and "confessed" everything to me.

It turns out that these children are from mountainous areas. Uncle Wang has been sending money for them to go to school and live in these years. Taking advantage of the summer vacation, Uncle Wang traveled thousands of miles to bring them to the city to play for a few days, so That's how the scene happened. My heart was touched. Uncle Wang continued: "They are all left-behind children. Their parents left them early. They are very pitiful. I can't do much to help them. I can help them eat better and get out of the mountains as soon as possible. As an old man, I can't help them." I'll die without regrets." Tears flowed from his eyes.

I finally understood that "Wang Stingy" was not stingy at all. He gave up a comfortable life in his later years and lived a frugal life just to provide better opportunities for his children who had no blood relationship with him. Life. He deducts himself but devotes himself to others. What a great spirit this is! If this can be regarded as a kind of stinginess, then I am willing to be a "stingy" person forever.

We are always easily confused by the barrier of reality. However, through it, we may see a trace of kindness, a touch, and a ray of warmth. Together, this is a new world.