A handful of cabbage moss _700 words

One snowy night, my mother and I went to the vegetable market to buy food.

There are only a few people in the vegetable market at night, which seems deserted.

My mother took my hand and walked deep into the market, as if looking for something. I can't help but wonder: why not just find a food stall to buy something to eat and go home early in such a cold day?

Walking, my mother stopped in front of an old woman's food stall at the end of the market. There is only a handful of cabbage moss left on the ground, which looks not very fresh. Does mom want to buy such a dish?

Seeing that we were going to buy vegetables, the old woman kept nagging: "I planted the vegetables myself ... I can eat them safely ...".

Only then did I notice that the old woman was about seventy years old. She was dressed in dirty clothes, with thick mud on her trouser legs, and a pair of worn cotton shoes were soaked. The biting cold wind messed up her gray hair, making her look more messy, and the wrinkles on her face were deep like a knife. The nails were covered with black mud. Because of years of hard work, my knuckles became thick, my hands were covered with bare veins, and my rough hands trembled in the cold wind. It looks really pathetic. This should be the weather-beaten in the book.

When my thoughts were flying, my mother picked up the cabbage moss, paid the money and said with concern, "old woman, the vegetables are sold out." Go home early. Cold! " . While saying thank you, the old woman carefully put the money in her close-fitting pocket, stood up with difficulty, beat her waist and showed a long-lost smile on her face.

On the way home, my mother told me that she often buys grandma's food. Such an old man should spend his old age at home and enjoy family happiness. The reason why she worked so hard to sell the last handful of cabbage moss and persist in the cold wind must be that her family is very poor. But at the same time, she chose to earn her own living and exchange her own hands for the fruits of her labor, which is very worth learning. Buying her food is her affirmation, support and respect.

At dinner, cabbage moss tastes particularly good. The image of an old woman selling vegetables haunts my mind from time to time, and my heart is always full of warmth and emotion. ...

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Fourth grade: Shi Xiang.