Description combination of bicycle repair action

1. Repairing bicycles 600 words Repairing bicycles Near our home, there is an old man who repairs bicycles.

He set up a tent by the roadside and lived there. All his possessions are bicycle repair tools and a few worn-out clothes. He is thin and his clothes are a little yellow. I was deeply impressed by the seemingly extraordinary appearance of this ordinary fork.

Every time after school, I see him sitting on the side of the road, with a sign saying "bicycle repair" hanging in front of him, waiting for someone who needs to repair the car. One day, my bike broke down, the tire was punctured by a nail, and the body was scraped black and blue.

At that time, I immediately thought of the old man who set up a stall on the roadside, and I pushed the car to the old man. I told the old man my request out of breath.

The old man smiled at me and said, "Don't worry, take your time." Then, the old man quickly checked the car and said humorously, "It was badly hurt."

After that, he removed the tire, polished the punctured place with an unknown tool, and then applied glue to make it up. After putting the original leaking place in the water to make sure it won't leak again, the old man packed the tire and inflated it.

Then patiently use a piece of sandpaper to smooth the "scratch" of the car body until it is difficult to find the scratch. Finally, take out some spray tubes from the back and paint the scratched places.

I stood there and watched the old man lose his mind. Agile disassembly, careful polishing and spraying have transformed this "broken car" in his hands. Xiaohe composition network "You're done!" The old man said.

When he gave me this brand-new bike, I was extremely happy. It can run with me again, and the price is only 5 yuan! When I picked up my bike, I thanked the old man and felt a sense of respect.

The most respectable people in the world are those who can turn decay into magic. They create beautiful works with their own labor.

2. Write a composition with the story of repairing bicycles. The topic is that I have never gone far. A white figure is getting farther and farther away from me under the sky rendered into fire by the sunset glow. The setting sun has dyed each of our faces red, and only the figure that is getting farther and farther is still white and holy.

The white figure is a dog. His name is Xiao Ke, and he is a lame dog. Not since that farewell. I will never forget the crisp silver * * *, the tiny steps that are getting closer and farther away, the increasingly clear white, and the increasingly blurred figure.

Now the white figure is getting farther and farther away from me, and the figure is becoming more and more blurred, but the memory it left me has been washed away more and more clearly by the gurgling water of the years. I keep the silver bell that I often hang around my neck. I can't forget its crisp sound every time it jumps. The white hair blown by the wind shines in the sun, burning like a white flame and full of vitality.

Every time I gently ring the bell, there seems to be a dog barking in my ear, ethereal and powerful, as if falling from the sky and spreading to the sky. I remember that every time it called, it stood up straight, its face facing the sky, and every sound was lingering with the air and dancing, which seemed to have a long history.

My time with it is short and beautiful. Remember that we walked together; Have dinner together; Let's watch the flaming clouds on the horizon, getting thicker and thinner.

Although I spend more and more time with it, I miss it more and more. Time will not wash away the time that has it, but the more it washes away, the more obvious it becomes.

Every time I go out, I will bring the silver bell of Xiaoke before his death. It seems to be there in the blink of an eye, but the obsession in my heart has never been put down, and the white figure in front of me has never left.

Every memory is so beautiful, and those three weeks are short and happy. Every time I pull away from the maze of lingering memories, I always feel reluctant to part.

It is always there, never leaving, has its years and never dies.

Crisp * * *, and white hair blown by the wind are dazzling in the sun, burning like a white flame, full of vitality.

Every time I gently ring the bell, there seems to be a dog barking in my ear, ethereal and powerful, as if falling from the sky and spreading to the sky. I remember that every time it called, it stood up straight, its face facing the sky, and every sound was lingering with the air and dancing, which seemed to have a long history.

My time with it is short and beautiful. Remember that we walked together; Have dinner together; Let's watch the flaming clouds on the horizon, getting thicker and thinner.

Although I spend more and more time with it, I miss it more and more. Time will not wash away the time that has it, but the more it washes away, the more obvious it becomes.

Every time I go out, I will bring the silver bell of Xiaoke before his death. It seems to be there in the blink of an eye, but the obsession in my heart has never been put down, and the white figure in front of me has never left.

Every memory is so beautiful, and those three weeks are short and happy. Every time I pull away from the maze of lingering memories, I always feel reluctant to part.

It has always been there, never leaving, has its years and never dies.

The mechanic should write a composition in the process of repairing the bicycle. There is an open-air garage opposite my house. The mechanic is deaf and dumb. Although I always pass by this garage after school every day, I have never really seen this mechanic. One winter evening, the cold wind roared. I heard someone knocking at the door. When I opened the door, I saw a man standing there in dirty and torn clothes. His face and hands were covered with putty. It's the master. He gestured anxiously with his hand, and his mouth made a "ah ah" sound. I can't understand him, but I'm still a little scared. I quickly closed the door, and through the door, I heard him knocking at the neighbor's door. In the evening, my father suddenly remembered that at noon, he pushed his bike to the garage for repair and hasn't brought it back yet. I suddenly remembered that the mechanic was knocking at the door, and he was looking for the owners one by one! My father and I ran to the garage, and I saw the mechanic standing in the dark cold wind, rubbing his hands and stamping his feet. From time to time, lying next to his hand is my bike. He quietly took the key out of his pocket and stuffed it into his father's hand. Dad held the mechanic's hand tightly and said; "Thank you so much! You can lock the car and go home. " The mechanic seems to understand what dad means. His frozen hands took out paper and pen from his pocket and wrote a few words on the paper: "I'm afraid you need to use the car at night." My eyes are moist. I thought of him going door to door looking for the owner and waiting for the owner for a long time in the biting cold wind. His image in my heart suddenly became higher.

My little bike is broken, and my mother will help me to repair it.

When I arrived at the garage, I said to the old man who repaired the car, "My little bike is always flat. Please see what is going on. " Grandpa put the bike down. He pried the side of the tire with a screwdriver with an elbow. I was surprised to find that grandpa had pried the tire open, so grandpa pulled it open on all sides.

Then grandpa unscrewed the screw on the valve core by hand and took out a bag from the tire. I was surprised to find that there was an inner tube besides the tire. At this time, grandpa went to bring a basin of water. I asked my mother, what does grandpa do with water? Mom said it was used to test whether the inner tube was leaking.

I thought, maybe it is to fill the inner tube with water and see where it leaks. However, grandpa didn't do that.

He first filled the inner tube with air, and then put the filled inner tube into water to form a circle. I asked my mother what he was doing. Mom asked, if the tire leaks, what will happen if it is put into the water? This sentence reminded me, and I said, Oh! I see. If it leaks, it will bubble in water.

After the inspection, grandpa put the inner tube into the outer tire, and then put on the valve core, and the whole repair process was completed. This is the first time I have seen the internal structure of bicycle tires and learned a lot.

5. Learning to ride a bike for the first time, especially psychological description. Suddenly, the front wheel of the bicycle plunged into a pebble, and the front of the bicycle turned slightly to the right. I was shocked and pulled my handle back. Because I was nervous and overexerted, the car immediately lost control, and I even fell on the concrete floor with my car. This autumn, my knee was broken and bleeding, and the car hit my leg. I grit my teeth and frown. How stupid I am. I studied all afternoon, but I still didn't learn. The neighbor's brother has just studied for a while. Am I worse than him? No, I have to learn. I pushed the car away and the wound still hurts. I gritted my teeth again. I said I was struggling psychologically. So I lifted the car up and practiced seriously. Didn't learn well. Are you a pupil? Ha ha.

6. The mechanic should write a composition while repairing the bicycle. There is an open-air garage opposite my house. I suddenly remembered the mechanic knocking at the door. It turned out that he was going door to door looking for the owner. I thought of him going door to door looking for the owner. At noon, he pushed his bike to the garage for repair.

One winter evening, my face and hands were covered with putty. I saw the mechanic standing in the dark cold wind, although I always passed the garage after school every day. "My eyes moist, rubbing hands. He quietly took the key out of his pocket! My father and I ran to the garage and took out paper and pens from our pockets with frozen hands. The cold wind roared through the door and made a "ah-ah" sound in our mouths. I don't understand what he means. "

The mechanic seems to understand his father's meaning. When he opened the door, he saw a man in dirty and torn clothes standing there: "I'm afraid you will use the car at night." I heard him knock on the neighbor's door again and write a few words on the paper. It's a mechanic, but I've never really seen a mechanic! " You can lock the car and go home, and you are still a little scared, just put it in your father's hand; "Thank you very much. I haven't got it back yet. Dad held the mechanic's hand tightly and said from time to time that it was my bike lying next to my hand. I heard someone knocking at the door.

At night, my father suddenly remembered. Close the door quickly.

He gestured anxiously with his hand. The mechanic is deaf and dumb, and his image in my heart suddenly becomes tall, remembering his long wait for his master in the biting cold wind.

7. Grandpa should describe implicit love in his bicycle composition. Keywords: Grandpa is repairing bicycles on the roadside downstairs in my house. Every day, I can see an old man squatting there to repair his bike. He has gray hair and a pair of reading glasses on his nose. He wore a beige short-sleeved T-shirt, grey shorts and blue shoes. When I first met him, I thought to myself, Grandpa is so old. Working in the sun every day, his family must be poor. One morning, my father took me to school. I just pushed my bike out of the shed and found that the tire of the back car was flat. Father hurried to push the bike to grandpa's booth. Grandpa saw that I was going to school, so he quickly put down his work, pulled open the tire, pumped it up, put it in the basin, and found the broken eye. When he quickly turned to the air pile, part of the tire was bubbling outward. Grandpa fished the tire out of the water, filed the broken part flat with a file, filed a broken tire flat, cut it into oval pieces, smeared it with glue, blew it with his mouth, glued the oval piece tightly to the broken part of the tire, and put the repaired tire on the bicycle. After the bike was repaired, dad felt everywhere and didn't bring any money. He waved his hand and said, "Let's go, it's important for children to go to school." Since then, we have been familiar with this old man, and every time we pass by his stall, we have to stop and chat with him. On the roadside downstairs in my house, I can see an old man squatting there to repair his bike every day. I have gray hair, a pair of reading glasses on my nose, a beige short-sleeved shirt on my upper body, gray shorts and a pair of small feet on my lower body. I thought to myself, grandpa is so old that he still works in the sun every day. His family must be poor. One morning, my father took me to school. I just pushed my bike out of the shed and found that the tire of the back car was flat. Father hurried to push the bike to grandpa's booth. Grandpa saw that I was going to school, so he quickly put down his work, pulled the tires open, let off the air, and put them in the basin to find the broken ones. Part of the tire bulges out. Grandpa fished the tire out of the water, filed the broken part flat with a file, filed a broken tire flat, cut it into oval pieces, smeared it with glue, blew it with his mouth, glued the oval piece tightly to the broken part of the tire, and put the repaired tire on the bicycle. After the bike was repaired, dad felt everywhere and didn't bring any money.

8. How to write a composition of about 600 words on the topic of "process"? During my growing up, there were many interesting things that accompanied me day after day, month after month, year after year, and of course, maternal love. Today I will introduce one of them to you! When I was in primary school, I liked to watch racing competitions on sports channels, especially motorcycle competitions, because when the motorcycle turned at a high speed, it would lean inward and almost lie down! I think that action is awesome! I dream that one day I can be like them. It didn't take me long to learn to ride a bike. I'm so happy! I think I'm not far from the awesome action on TV, and my dream will come true! On that day, I rode my bike to the top of a slope. At the end of the slope, there was a right-turning road, which allowed me to turn at a high speed and achieve the initial effect. I got on my bike and got ready to go. I put my foot on the pedal and stepped on it hard, and the bike began to slide. I continued to guess the pedal, and the speed has been accelerating. Just then, I suddenly found a car parked at the end of the slope, which made the road much narrower. Only the right brake is slowing down. I tried to put my foot on the ground and make it rub against the ground to slow down the running bike. At that time, because of my young age, long legs and high bicycle, I could only land on my toes, which didn't help at all. There was nothing I could do, so I had to risk crossing that narrow road. That's right! I forgot to mention just now, because this slope is steep and long, so I can't see the cars there at first. I chose the right direction and rushed there. Still a few meters short. Suddenly, I tilted my car to the right and fell down with it at once, rushing towards it. The bike rushed from the bottom to the other side, but I stayed in front of it. This time, I pulled a tendon in my knee and my bike broke down. Otherwise, you will suffer the consequences.