Eighth grade composition of automobile mechanic

I remember when I was in primary school in Shenzhen, there was a garage opposite my home. The mechanic is deaf and dumb. Although I always pass by this garage on my way to school every day, I have never really seen this garage. (The beginning is concise, straight to the point, and directly explain the time, place and characters of the story. )

One winter night, I finished my homework and watched TV at home. Suddenly, the knock at the door interrupted my interest in watching TV. When I opened the door, I saw a man standing outside, dressed in rags and covered in oil. I saw a man standing outside, his clothes were dirty and torn, and his face was painted with putty. It's a mechanic. He kept drawing anxiously with his hand, and his mouth made a "ah-ah" sound. I don't understand what he means and I don't know how to communicate with him. The more I don't understand, the louder he screams. I saw him deaf and dumb, and it was so late. I'm at home alone and I'm a little scared. I shook my hand at him and closed the door. Through the door, I heard him knock on the neighbor's door again.

In the evening, mom and dad came back. At the dinner table, my father suddenly remembered that my bike was broken at noon. He pushed his bike to the garage across the street for repair and hasn't brought it back yet. I suddenly remembered the scene when the mechanic knocked at the door. It turned out that he was looking for the owner! Thinking of this, I explained the ins and outs of the matter to my father. Hearing this, my father immediately left his job, put on his coat and took me to the garage. I saw the mechanic standing in the biting cold wind, next to our bike. Looking at this scene, we understand everything. Dad hurried forward, and the mechanic took Dad's hand to the street lamp, looked at it carefully (this detail was well written, showing the mechanic's cautious character), recognized Dad as the owner, and quietly took out the key from his pocket and stuffed it into his hand. Dad held the mechanic's hand and gestured, "Thank you so much. You can go home by locking your car here? " The mechanic seemed to understand his father's meaning, took out a pen and paper from his pocket with his frozen hands, wrote the words "I'm afraid you need to use the car at night" on the paper and handed it to his father.

My eyes were wet at that time. I have no reason not to be moved to see him go door to door looking for his master and waiting for his arrival in the biting cold wind for a long time. As a disabled person, he can't express his ideas in words, but his kindness and kindness can be understood by everyone. His ordinary and great image will be engraved in my heart forever. The lyric and discussion at the end not only took care of the beginning, but also deepened the theme. )