Five 500-word essays on the elderly selling vegetables.

In life, many people struggle for money. Sometimes I can't help feeling sad when I see some old people selling vegetables. I would like to share with you some essays on selling vegetables by the elderly, hoping to help you.

On the composition of the elderly selling vegetables 1

In the early morning, the golden morning light dyed the eastern sky red. Soon, the sun, as red as a fireball, jumped out and was very dazzling.

I just walked out of the community with my schoolbag on my back when I saw the hunchbacked old woman. She struggled to carry some vegetables and a bottle of water to the community vegetable market. Her hair has turned white, her face is covered with many wrinkles, her hands are showing blue veins, and her fingers are really like the bark of a dead tree. She carefully put down the plate, wiped the sweat from her forehead, took out a small bench and sat down, waiting quietly for the guests.

After school at noon, the sun scorched the earth like a fireball. Walking through the food market, I saw the old woman at the corner of the food market at a glance. The wrinkles on her face are like the rings of years, and she still sits there quietly, as if she had not changed. It seems that her business is not very good and there are still many dishes on the stall.

A big brother is coming. He took two bitter melons, but didn't weigh them. He paid ten yuan and left in a hurry. There must be something urgent. The old woman shouted loudly, "Young man, I haven't given you your change yet!" " "But grandma opened her purse and looked for it, and only found the fifty cents. She ran to the stall owner next to her, asked for twenty cents, and then hurriedly waved, "Young man, come here, I'll find your spare money. "

The young man took the money and kept saying, "There is not much money. Keep the change. "

Grandma smiled: "This is a fair deal, yes! Want! Thank you! "

Night is falling slowly. We had dinner and then went out for a walk. In the street, I saw the old woman again, still shouting to sell vegetables: "come and see, there are vegetables!" Radish! Cabbage! There are only a few trees left ... "

After a while, two uncles and a sister appeared beside the old woman. At first I thought they were customers, but they seemed to be persuading something. I saw grandma shaking her head and waving.

"Mom, go home, it's late."

"No, there are several. I'll be right back. "

It suddenly dawned on me that they were family!

On the spur of the moment, I took out ten dollars and walked up to my grandmother and said, "Grandma, I bought the rest of the dishes." Grandma immediately raised her head, her eyes were not too big, crystal clear and not turbid at all.

Teacher Huang's comments: The theme is novel and the angle is good. The scenes blend and the theme is very clear.

Composition of selling vegetables for the elderly II

On a rainy morning, my mother and I went to the market to buy food. On such a rainy day, the food market is still full of enthusiastic cries from stall owners.

We came to a small shop selling vegetables. There are some old and mottled wooden doors in the shop, and the walls are covered with moss because of water leakage. The furnishings in the shop are very simple. There are some chairs and a table. One leg of the table is broken, so it is padded with bricks.

The shopkeeper is an old man. His clothes are worn out, his face is full of wrinkles, and the skin on his hands is badly cracked. Obviously, his living conditions are very poor, coupled with dilapidated shops, few dishes and few customers. I looked at the old man with some disdain and wanted to leave the shop early.

Mother picked two Chinese cabbages, weighed them and gave the old man 50 yuan money. When she mentioned cabbage, she forgot to change it and left. At this moment, a quick cry came from behind: "Lady, you haven't found the money, money!" " "Mom woke up from a rude awakening and forgot to change clothes.

We went back to the store, back to that shabby little shop. The old man enthusiastically folded the change neatly and handed it to his mother.

At this time, the position of the old man in my heart was completely subverted. Ordinary people may feel glad in this situation and hide their money. I didn't expect him to return the money to the customer without hesitation when his life was not smooth. Suddenly, the image of the old man in my heart is tall.

On the way home, it was raining, but I felt a little guilty about the old man.

Composition 3 about the old man selling vegetables

On Saturday morning, my mother dragged me out of the warm bed and asked me to walk with her.

At seven o'clock in the morning, before dawn, I only saw the long willow hair fluttering in the wind. My mother and I walked forward with light steps. ...

Suddenly, a blue dot appeared in front of my eyes, and I stepped forward quickly. This is an old man with gray hair, but his blue coat is covered with a lot of brown mud and dust. His small magical eyes were covered by a blue hat. He stood shivering in the street and bent straight back. I looked down at the old man's feet and put a basket of fresh green spinach. He saw me standing there for a long time. Here, take it. Grandpa will give you one. "Grandpa said, and has picked a handful of green spinach in my hand, with a simple smile on his face, as if he took me as her granddaughter.

I didn't say anything, and continued to watch the old man wait for a while. At this time, a man riding an electric car suddenly spat at grandpa's food and said, "What are rural people doing in town!" " "I thought grandpa would catch up, but he didn't. Instead, he took the crumpled toilet paper out of his pocket with his frozen hands, bent down, picked up the spinach and rubbed it slowly and carefully ... I stopped my mother who was looking at clothes to buy some spinach. " Buy spinach? We haven't finished our food yet! "I said a few words in my mother's ear. My mother took out five yuan and bought five.

My mother and I started walking back. When we came to the corner, I couldn't help looking back. The figure trembling in the wind is both sad and terrible. ...

Composition 4 about the old man selling vegetables

Whenever I see the trace of the color of Zongzi at my feet, I can't help but think of that kind figure.

That time, when I was waiting for the bus, I saw an old man on the side of the road. He is serving vegetables, his lips are particularly dry and his eyes are squinting in the sun, but he has been selling them.

I felt a little sorry for him, so I was going to buy him a bottle of iced mineral water. Just as I was about to enter the store, I saw a young man coming. I vaguely heard that he was buying food for his mother. He told grandpa what to buy. When he turned to get potatoes, he put two tomatoes in his pocket. Grandpa turned around. He should have seen the boy's movements, but he pretended not to see them. I stepped forward, without looking at them, and dialed a dollar in my pocket with my hand. Then the young man also gave the potato money to the grandfather, and the grandfather whispered, "Alas, your family is not easy either. Forget it this time! "

At this time, grandpa's eyes looked at the one yuan I "accidentally" dropped next to the dish, picked it up, and I embarked on the road with confidence. But I didn't look at the road carefully. A motorcycle just hit me, and I reacted in time. But I didn't run very fast, and the speed of the motorcycle plummeted, but I was pushed by the impact. Just when I thought I was going to be hit, a force pulled me back, and my foot was just rubbed by a motorcycle. I looked back, it was that grandpa! He smiled and said, "Little friend, you dropped your money." My eyes suddenly turned red: "Thank you, Grandpa!"

Although this matter has passed for a long time, I can't help but see my grandfather's appearance in my mind when I see the traces at my feet.

Composition 5 about the old man selling vegetables

It's sunny today and the sun is touching the earth. Dad said that some guests would come to my house this afternoon. I begged my mother to take me shopping, but I couldn't bear my repeated requests, and my mother finally agreed.

My mother and I rushed to the market and visited the market. My mother and I came to a poor, ragged old woman's booth, and she was squatting aside. My mother and I hurried forward and asked, "How much is a catty of vegetables?" Seeing that someone finally came to ask for the price, the grandmother replied with a beaming face: "A catty of vegetables is 5 yuan. My dishes are all planted by hand, and no pesticides are sprinkled. " As soon as my mother heard that it was too expensive, she bargained with her grandmother and said, "Why don't you give me 4 yuan for a catty? Look at how little you are wearing. Go home as soon as possible when you are sold out. It's not a taste to let the old man catch cold in cold weather. " But the old woman refused to say anything, so her mother had to pay 5 yuan and go home with the food.

When we went downstairs, my mother suddenly found my wallet missing! My mother is so anxious that I can't find it all over. I said to my mother, "will it fall on that stingy grandmother?" She is so stingy, will she give it back to us? " Mother listened and said, "Go and have a look first." We walked there quickly and saw the old woman walking around anxiously with her wallet. As soon as she saw us, she grabbed her purse and rushed to us: "Don't worry. Watch your wallet and don't lose it again! " When I said this, I handed my wallet to my mother. I looked at grandma's hand, which was red with cold, and my eyes were wet. Before I knew it, my grandmother turned around and disappeared into the crowd with the remaining vegetables and bags. ...

Looking at grandma's farther and farther back, I have great respect for her. In my opinion, is it immoral for small traders to shoddy goods nowadays? Today, this old woman gave me a vivid lesson, because the world needs morality, and we should cherish it even more!

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