Composition: the old man who repairs cars (note: write that my bell is broken, then write it for free, and write about how he helps others at night.

It is another cold winter.

Every time I see the snow and snowflakes flying all over the sky outside the door, I will think of a little thing that happened on my way to school two years ago, and I will never forget it in my life.

It was a winter evening, the north wind was rustling, and the whole way home was covered with snow, and the snowflakes in the sky were still hitting the ground. Squinting my eyes, facing the cold north wind, I stared at the rickety old bicycle under me in despair and hurried to my hometown. There are few pedestrians on the road, and the wind is getting stronger. At the end of the big slope, I rushed to the slope with all my strength. Just as I was approaching the top of the slope, suddenly, with a click, the bicycle chain got stuck on the rear axle, and then I was thrown off the slope heavily, and my head was buzzing. A few minutes later, I got up slowly, endured the pain all over, and limped to help the damn broken car. I pulled the stuck chain for more than a dozen times with my scraped hand, but I couldn't pull it out. It was getting dark at this time, so I looked around and found myself in a middle of nowhere. Just when I wanted to cry, two stumbling figures caught my eye. "What's the matter, young man?" I looked up and looked inside. It was an old man in his sixties, wearing a felt hat. Behind him stood an elderly mother. The car chain is stuck. I sighed with tears. Don't worry, I'll go and have a look. The old man squatted in front of the car and said. Soon, the bike was tamed by the old man Come on, young man, have a try. The old man gasped. I got on my bike and turned the rear wheel. It really doesn't matter. I gratefully said to the old man, "thank you, grandpa, thank you so much!" " "Come on, young man, it's getting dark. It is important to hurry! " "All right," I said. I was just getting on the bus. Then the old lady came up to me, and I quickly set up the car to pay, didn't I? It costs money to repair cars. I saw that my aunt took off her gloves and handed them to me and said, "Put them on, son, and don't freeze your hands. "Suddenly, my face was extremely hot." No, aunt ... "At this time, I found that my gloves had been blown away by the wind when I was repairing the car." "Here you are, young man," the old man took the gloves from the old lady and forced them on me. Thank you, aunt! Thank you, uncle and aunt! How can I thank you? ""Stop it, young man! Hurry up! Your family is waiting for you! "I don't know when, my tears have filled my eyes. I got on the bus and sped away. From time to time, the old lady's warm and kind cry came from behind: "Young man, it's dark and slippery, and so on …" I don't know when tears filled my eyes again. I turned my head from time to time and cast grateful eyes on the two old people.

Afterwards, I stayed on the slope where the accident happened many times, but I never saw the two old people again.