The strange old man’s composition

In study, work and even life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses the meaning of a theme through words through human thought consideration and language organization. I believe that writing essays is a headache for many people. Here are the essays written by strange old men that I have carefully compiled for your reference. I hope it can help friends in need. Essay on a Weird Old Man 1

My neighbor is a "weird old man" whose surname is Xu. The old man is almost seventy. Although his hair is completely white, his body is very strong! His eyes are bright and his face is red, but he has a weird temper, has few friends, and lives alone.

The biggest hobby of the "weird old man" is growing flowers. All kinds of small flowerpots filled the balcony of his house, filled with fragrance. Whenever I am in a bad mood, I will run to the balcony and smell the refreshing fragrance of flowers. I feel refreshed and all my worries disappear.

These past few days. People are discussing: I wonder what to do with the "weird old man"'s flowers. Because the "weird old man" has no one to take care of him, he has to go into a nursing home.

On Sunday morning, a motorcycle squeaked and stopped in front of the "weird old man"'s house. "Li Sangui, what brought you here?" The "weird old man" and he were old colleagues. Usually, every time Li Sangui came here to buy flowers, the "strange old man" didn't sell him a single pot, and the two of them even got into trouble over this. I looked through the crack in the door curiously.

Li Sangui said with a smile: "You are going to a nursing home. Someone must take care of these flowers. How about ten yuan per pot?"

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed. After a cry, this is a large amount of money. It seems that the "weird old man" has met the God of Wealth! At this time, the "weird old man" spoke unhurriedly: "Brother, to be honest, these flowers have an owner!" "Really? That's a shame." Li Sangui got on the car and drove away disappointedly. The "weird old man" turned around and entered the room. I was full of doubts, whose flowers could they belong to?

"Bang bang bang" came a knock on the door. When I opened the door, it was a "weird old man" who smiled and said to me: "I'm going to a nursing home, so just treat these flowers as a gift to you!" I was so shocked that I opened my mouth wide. I didn't expect that I was the owner of those flowers. . I couldn't think of what to say for a moment, so I just watched silently as he moved pots of flowers into the house. Looking at his busy figure, I felt a little sour in my heart. When he finished moving the last pot of flowers, I said loudly: "Grandpa Xu, thank you! I will take good care of them. You should come back to see them when you have time." Grandpa Xu touched my head and kept saying He nodded, with tears actually in his eyes.

Every time I see those flowers, I think of the "weird old man" Grandpa Xu. I sincerely wish him happiness in his later years! The Strange Old Man's Composition 2

There are many stories in "The Strange Old Man", among which my favorite story is "Xiao Bei's Wanderings".

The mother cat gave birth to two kittens, one named "Xiao Bao" and the other named "Xiao Bei". Before the mother cat gave birth to the two kittens, she prepared the food they would eat every day. These two kittens are chubby and cute. But one day a naughty little boy shot a bullet into the wooden shed. At this time, the mother cat inside already realized that there was danger, so he picked up the little treasure and ran away. The little boy opened the door of the wooden shed in order to find bullets. At this time, he saw Xiaobei. He thought Xiaobei was very cute, so he immediately threw away the gun, picked up Xiaobei and left. The mother cat came back again. I looked for Xiaobei in the wooden shed, but I couldn't find him anywhere. Mother Cat was very sad and disappointed. The poor mother cat only had one child, Xiaobao. He gave the baby nutritious food every day when he came home and took good care of it. However, Xiaobao was also lost soon. At this time, the mother cat finally couldn't help but cry sadly. A few years later, Xiaobei, who was wandering around, rescued a kitten from a cruel little boy. At that time, the little boy was beating the kitten with a whip. Xiaobei felt that he was very pitiful, so he rescued him. Thinking that this kitten was his brother Xiaobao, they were very happy and hurried home to reunite with their mother. I think Beckham in this story is very brave and strong, and also very independent. Not only can he take care of himself, he can also help others, and finally saved his brother Xiaobao.

This story tells us: We must learn to be independent and learn to do many things, such as washing clothes and cooking, so that we can slowly grow up, take care of ourselves and help others. , become a useful person. The Weird Old Man's Composition 3

The book "The Weird Old Man" tells the story of some strange things that happened between a big-headed boy named Zhao Xinxin and a grandfather who called himself the Weird Old Man.

Zhao Xinxin, nicknamed Big Tou and Tietou. Indeed, he has a big head and a thin neck, and he is a caring person.

The strange old man is an old man with a temper like a little baby. Although he is old, he has a strange temper: the more you praise him, the less he will admit it; the more normal you treat him, the more anxious he becomes. Moreover, he plays with things and loves to play tricks.

Zhao Xinxin made the strange old man his friend because he kindly gave up his seat to the strange old man on the tram. After Zhao Xinxin met the strange old man, the strange old man would help him when he encountered difficulties. The way the help works is a bit strange, though. Zhao Xinxin had a stomachache due to worms in his stomach, and the old man asked him to cure it by swallowing the bird alive. When Zhao Xinxin visited the strange old man's house, he was surprised by the "double-double-double" pockets in the house, which also alerted the teacher. Zhao Xinxin wanted to go fishing, but when his parents refused, the strange old man asked him to use a wooden stick to conquer his parents. Because Zhao Xinxin's father couldn't fight his mother's mouth, so when Zhao Xinxin's father beat him, the strange old man turned Zhao Xinxin and himself into two mice...

After reading this book, I realized Here we go: As long as you are kind to others, others will be kind to you in the future. This is "kind people are rewarded" wow! Composition 4 of the Weird Old Man

During the summer vacation, I read a book called "The Weird Old Man". This book describes our primary school students in plain language. The troubles in life, the wonder and fun of the content deeply attracted me.

The strange old man in the article is like "Doraemon" and can do magical things. The protagonist Zhao Xinxin went home early because of a stomachache. He gave up his seat on the bus and met a strange old man. The strange old man learned that Zhao Xinxin had a stomachache, so he stuffed two birds into his mouth and cured his stomachache. , From then on, Zhao Xinxin and the strange old man became good friends. Zhao Xinxin didn't want to do his homework, so he blamed the old man for conjuring a "representative" for him. He wanted to fish, but he blamed the old man for conjuring three hairtail fish for him to catch...

Whenever I pick up this book, it's It attracted me like a big magnet. The content here is novel and unique, the ideas are novel, and it vividly describes Zhao Xinxin's troubles and strange things. I wish I had a friend who was like a weird old man who would take me into Rat City and let me break the glider flight record.

This book also allowed me to increase a lot of knowledge, such as: Pangu created the world, Nuwa created humans, the four door gods - Shen Tu, Yu Lei, Qin Qiong and Yuchi Gong... These enhance my imagination, broaden my thinking, and will be of great help to me in solving problems in the future. This is my biggest gain from reading this book. The Strange Old Man's Composition 5

"The Strange Old Man" is one of my favorite books. The protagonists in the book are Zhao Xinxin and the strange old man. They are a pair of good friends, and many interesting things happened between them. Now let me talk about some of my thoughts on this book.

"Strange Old Man" tells the story of an old man who, although he doesn't look special, possesses wonderful magic and helps Zhao Xinxin. At first, Zhao Xinxin asked for leave to go home because of a stomachache. He met the strange old man on the bus. The strange old man was squeezed in the middle. Zhao Xinxin spent one yuan to buy a seat for the strange old man. The strange old man used magic to figure out what happened to Zhao Xinxin, and as a thank you, he let Zhao Xinxin eat two birds, which cured his stomachache. It shows that good intentions are rewarded.

This book uses simple language and bold imagination to describe our children's envy of wonderful magic and worries about learning. Every time I read this book, I can't help but read dozens of pages. In the book, Zhao Xinxin was playful and didn't want to do his homework, and he didn't want his parents to know, so he asked the strange old man to transform himself into an identical "representative". I think this is a wonderful idea. But something went wrong with this "representative" within a few days, and he threatened Zhao Xinxin. In desperation, Zhao Xinxin had no choice but to ask the strange old man to take the "representative" away, and he could only study hard by himself.

Walking into this book, you will find that there are many interesting stories, such as the strange old man and Zhao Xinxin who turned into mice and went to Mouse City; or their adventures while fishing; and their falling into into the abyss and so on. Every story here is magical, highlighting Zhao Xinxin's good character and the weird old man's humor, making people laugh and benefit from it.

I like this book. This book made me feel very relaxed after reading it. This book also made me understand a lot of truths and gave me new goals and ideas to achieve them. And a huge motivation to work hard! The Strange Old Man's Composition 6

My current head teacher is a math teacher and grade director. Among all the head teachers, he has impressed me the most and benefited me the most. Now, let me tell you about him!

My class teacher’s surname is Tang and his name is Juyuan. I call him "weird old man". Why? First of all, the first impression he gave me was that of strangeness, an inexplicable feeling. He also has a nickname, which was given to him by his classmates, which is "Old Man Tang". This one is a bit more intimate. He has senior qualifications and is an old party member. He usually has an expressionless face and puts on a "stinky air". His appearance is very distinctive. His head is oval. The irregular oval head has sparse and fluffy hair. It's like a forest that is about to become extinct. Fortunately, a drizzle of rain just watered it and prevented it from being destroyed. Gently dip your hands into some hot water and quickly apply it on your head. Once or twice, everything on your head will be done. Whenever we talk to him at close range, we can clearly see the heat rising from his head. It's really like the steaming heat in the big forest. It made us laugh. The most interesting thing is his pair of sharp eyes. There is a pair of piercing eyes under the drooped eyelids, coupled with the pair of glasses that have been used for several years but are still very transparent. Whenever he talks to his classmates, In order to make himself look a little taller, he straightened his back, rolled his drooped eyelids and looked down at you intently, as if he could see you all the way through. Very funny. Although he is a bit short, his shoulders are very broad, which always makes people look energetic. When I walk, I feel more energetic.

In fact, the "weird old man" is very passionate and serious.

He is always busy, maybe this is the reason why he becomes shorter. The busy work has made him breathless. After staying in the office for a day, maybe he will relax a little in our class. He always arrives early for his classes, which is when he can unleash his passion the most. Whenever he reached the climax, he became more energetic. If he suddenly forgets what to say next, he will hold his breath and frown, and we will do the same as him. It wasn't until he smiled that we dared to relax and continue talking. We were not satisfied until he had fully indoctrinated us. Sometimes, the ringtone doesn't give him face and makes him end his wonderful performance.

I remember that he always taught us: we must be serious in doing things, use our brains when studying, be caring, have a collective spirit and the spirit of teamwork, especially when talking about the past, there will be something in his heart I was touched and said that you should not be too conceited as a person, as this would be digging a hole for yourself. You must learn to love yourself and be a good child who is self-reliant and self-reliant. His words couldn't be more simple, but I think they are words that I will benefit from throughout my life.

This is my head teacher, a "weird old man". The Strange Old Man's Composition 7

When I was a child, there lived a strange old man in the wooden house downstairs.

The quality of the wooden house is not up to par. Every time it rains in summer, it is the coolest place and the least water shortage. But the old man was quite happy living there.

The old man doesn’t like to talk, but he loves to play the erhu. This is his profession. The children didn't understand, so they called him "weird old man". The image of the old man is deeply ingrained in the children's hearts, even deep into their genes. I believe that when everyone has offspring twenty years later, the image of the old man will be - playing an erhu in one hand, holding a string in the other, with a bad look on his face. Laughter will be passed down from generation to generation.

Every day, he always gets up earlier than the sun, regardless of the outcome. Then he appeared at the door of my house with an erhu in his hand, placed a broken bowl and sat on the steps. Soon the low, mellow sound of the erhu came, and the sound of the piano was melodious and melodious.

As soon as the wind blows, the sound of the piano becomes more ethereal and farther away.

It's like being on a big mountain, calling for the lush green woods, calling for the rolling peaks, calling for the floating clouds, calling for the sky, calling for the earth. Awakening everything, dancing, they slowly danced with the wind, and the gurgling stream began to sing. The wheat stalks swayed with golden ears of grain, and waves surged. It was the sound of waves. The ears of wheat were rubbing against each other, making rustling sounds, but they came out in endless waves, one after another, one after another.

The whole morning passed away in the sound of the piano, and the sun shone on the not-smooth surface of the erhu with a vague light. The old man picked up the broken bowl and returned to the wooden house.

This profession is not very prosperous. Only occasionally knowledgeable people toss a few coins and sigh: It's a pity that he is an old man. Otherwise, it can be prosperous for a while. Most people just walked by in a hurry, or walked slowly first, and then pretended to be in a hurry when they got to the old man. Most of these people looked down upon the old man, and the old man also treated him with his personality. The way to heal the person is to give him a white eye.

The old man is very patient, but when he encounters such a person, he will get into a fight. Such people are generally good people, and they will stand next to the old man and listen for a while. Then he took out a 100 yuan or 50 yuan bill pitifully, squatted down and slowly put it in the old man's broken bowl. But the old man's eyes widened, he jumped up, his face flushed, he crumpled the 100 yuan into a paper ball, and threw it into a parabola. He waved his fist again and was about to hit someone. The man then crawled away in a mess. Others laugh at the old man being stupid, but I also wonder if the old man plays the erhu all day long just to make money? But why did he not only refuse to give him money but also hit them?

The old man plays the erhu all day long. I don’t dare to enter my house until the old man leaves. After all, my friends call him a "weird old man". If I get close to him, he might kill me. After eating it, I became afraid of him and could only hope from afar that he would leave soon. As time goes by, I will start to appreciate his music and my mood will improve. So it has become a habit to come here every day to listen to music, and it takes half a day to squat and half a day to pull.

So, the old man and his erhu sound became a part of my life. Every day, the old man sits at the door and plays his erhu, while a little kid squats ten meters away from him and listens quietly. Although I wasn't very clear and didn't understand music, I subconsciously liked the old man's music, so I listened carefully and silently.

In order to hear more clearly, my butt began to drag me hard, little by little, to start the long journey. By moving a little bit every day, the barriers between me and the old man are being eliminated and melted little by little.

A month later, I moved next to the old man.

The sound of the erhu floated mysteriously, and the old man played harder and harder, playing powerfully but melodiously, deep and mellow.

The old man’s spirit was in sharp contrast to the scarcity of money in the broken bowl.

The old man and I didn’t say a word. We were immersed in music all day long, fantasizing about music all day long, imagining ourselves moored on the sea, with seagulls flying in the sky, and the sun imprinting on their bodies. Imagine walking in the forest, with squirrels jumping on the treetops, and the leaves shining with their shadows; imagine yourself flying in the sky, with clouds floating under the sky, glowing with the golden sunset; imagine yourself swimming in the deep sea, The water plants are floating on the bottom of the sea, they shine with a faint light...

The old man will be at the door of my house every morning, silently playing the erhu. I listened silently...

When the erhu sound was reaching its climax, the old man suddenly coughed a few times, but he covered it with his hand and wiped it on his worn trousers. He closed his eyes and faced the sun, letting the sunlight shine on his face. He began to play the erhu slowly, his fingers dancing on the strings, and his soul floating in the sky along with the musical notes.

About a month later, the old man was carried away with his erhu in his arms. The old man's pants still had blood stains from a month ago. The children threw pebbles at the old man's cold body and beat the erhu.

The erhu shone vaguely on the old man's body. The old man looked at the sky dreamily, staring at...

I didn't cry...

I was just wondering, what happened to the old man? Stop playing his erhu?

I followed the team, expecting the old man to sit up and play the erhu to me...

Until people sprinkled soil on the old man’s body, covering his pale and perseverance. I still don’t understand it when I see her face.

I saw the old man’s soul floating in the air...accompanied by musical notes...

People erected a small stone monument, but because they didn’t know the old man’s name, they randomly carved “ The old man doing business."

Every holiday after that, I would go back to the old man’s tomb. I always sat beside the tomb. The tomb was covered with grass, and it was the old man who gave them life with music. Sitting next to the tomb, I felt the old man was beside me. He pulled slowly and his fingers danced on the strings. My soul and the old man were flying and floating in the air along with the musical notes.

The sound of the old man's erhu finally floated in his ears again...

He never asked for help, he only wanted the approval of others, he didn't care about money, he just wanted to play his erhu, he just wanted to play his erhu. I thought about my own musical life.

He is the real musician... The Strange Old Man's Composition 8

There is a "strange old man" in the east neighbor of my house, the King of Sex. The old man is 72 years old, with a thin face and bright eyes. Although his hair is completely white, his body is quite strong.

The "weird old man" has no other hobbies in his life except growing flowers. Various small flowerpots filled the yard, and the fragrance of flowers filled the walls.

In the past few days, people have been talking about: I don’t know what to do with the flowers of the “weird old man”. Because the "weird old man" is going to a nursing home. Early this morning, a motorcycle squeaked and stopped at the door of the "weird old man".

"Li Xianyan, what brought you here?"

"The strange old man" and he are old acquaintances. Li Xieyan came here many times to buy flowers, but the "strange old man" didn't sell him a single pot, but the two of them became familiar with each other.

Li squinted and said, "These flowers cost 10 yuan per pot. How about the 12 pots on the stone bench, priced at 15 yuan each?"

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed, 780 yuan! This "strange old man" met the God of Wealth! I was just thinking about it when the "strange old man" said: "Brother, I really don't want to hide it, this flower has an owner."

That afternoon, I was in class, and the "weird old man" walked into the classroom. Teacher Zhang, who was in class, rushed to greet her. "Teacher Zhang, that's it. I'm going to a nursing home. I'm going to give you my flowers and let the children carry them after school!" All the students suddenly stood up and couldn't help but put the five fingers of their right hands together and raise them high above their heads. Previous... The Strange Old Man's Composition 9

In the following experience, I learned the lesson from last time. Every time I put wood, I follow my grandfather's instructions, and there must be gaps, especially careful. At this time, my grandpa who was wandering around came again, and I thought to myself: Grandpa must have taken the wrong medicine today! Alas, this "weather" (here refers to grandpa's "little drizzle") comes as it comes. Listen, "Look, it will be better now!" Grandpa's eyebrows, which were in the shape of a king just now, unfurled again. "Yeah." I have nothing to say to this stubborn grandfather. "Not bad, not bad!" Grandpa said, walked out of the kitchen again, and went to hang out... I looked at the grandpa in front of me and shook my head helplessly...

Grandpa is a weird old man, talkative, and childlike. He has a stubborn temper, as you will know after reading the following article.

Today is the weekend, and of course my mission is to go to grandma’s house! This is my habit every time I go home. Interesting things happen every time I go to grandma’s house! For example, this time... as soon as I arrived at grandma's house, I shouted: "Grandma! -" I was immediately answered by grandma's hoarse shout: "Ouch! Finally here! Sit down quickly!" "Yes." I responded. . In the kitchen, I accidentally saw a dream (a bit exaggerated) -. An idea immediately popped into my head - I want to burn the stove! I couldn't wait to express this idea, and grandma agreed.

"I'll light the fire first, and then you can burn it yourself..." Since my grandma's skill at cooking pots and stoves was not as good as my grandpa's, my grandpa actively came to teach me. He said one after another, "Pay attention to the gaps... ...Hey...listen...don't put too much..." (Although grandpa is a man, I always think he is as wordy as grandma). After a lot of "little drizzle" (my grandfather's nonsense was respectfully called "little drizzle"), I was finally ready to take action!

Looking at the hot pot in front of me, I inadvertently wanted to warm my hands, but instead of taking action, I immediately put my hand close to the pot, and was greeted by a wave of scalding heat. It was so hard that my hand "brushed" and stretched out again. The fire was flashing in front of my eyes, and the sound of "Puch%#￥" kept coming from my ears. "The fire is getting smaller..." I muttered. At that time, my wooden fish head had not yet thought about adding wood, which caused the fire to go out. I blew a breath into the stove without any reason, and a puff of ashes came with the wind. ...At that time, I had already "invited" my grandpa. This invitation was a big deal, and it ushered in another wave of invitations. "Ouch! What happened? Do you know how to burn it? Really!..." Grandpa scolded me while playing with the wood in the stove and rearranging them into their original form, "Look, this is not That's good!" "Oh..." I said slightly.

In the following experience, I learned the lesson from last time. Every time I put wood, I follow my grandpa’s instructions and be extra careful. At this time, my grandpa who was wandering around came again, and I thought to myself: Grandpa must have taken the wrong medicine today! Alas, this "weather" (here refers to grandpa's "little drizzle") comes as it comes. Listen, "Look, it will be better now!" Grandpa's eyebrows, which were in the shape of a king just now, unfurled again. "Yeah." I have nothing to say to this stubborn grandfather. "Not bad, not bad!" Grandpa said, walked out of the kitchen again, and went to hang out... I looked at the grandpa in front of me and shook my head helplessly... The strange old man's composition 10

Who is the strange old man? ah? No need to make a fuss, he is my Mathematical Olympiad teacher. Not only does he look strange, but he also has a strange temper.

He has a pair of long eyebrows, which are very thick, and some of them are particularly long between the eyebrows. The eyebrows are shaped like triangles. The nose is also rather pointed. Looks very special.

He also has a strange temper. For example, if we do something wrong, and after criticizing us, after two or three seconds, he will find our advantages and praise us vigorously.

His teaching methods are also strange. His seriousness is unparalleled. If you don't know a question, he will explain it repeatedly. If you get it wrong, he will continue to explain it until you understand it. He also asked everyone to buy a hard-cover book and copy down everything he said, saying that there might be a better way to read it later. I think he is much more serious than our classroom teacher. get out of class is over, he said it was over, but in fact he also used the method of playing to learn by letting everyone play the "Seven Light and Dark Seven" math game to exercise our attention. He didn't let us go out at all and made us spend the past three hours soaking in mathematics.

Alas! We really can't stand this old scholar's teaching method, but the problem-solving methods he taught are quite clever. I think it is quite interesting to learn mathematics from him. I learned problem-solving skills that I never knew before. And his seriousness, I quite admire him.