The grandmother who sells things carefully describes the composition.

1. Careful Grandma's composition One gloomy day, it started to rain lightly and the ground was wet. ...

At this moment, grandma came out with some plastic bags in her hand. I was puzzled and asked, "Grandma, what are you doing with plastic bags?"

"It's raining harder and harder. These peony flowers are raised so well by your father. A few bones are about to blossom, but you can't lose in this rain. So I cover the flowers with plastic sheets, so that the petals won't fall if the raindrops don't go up. " Said, and pointed to a bunch of peony flowers by the wall.

Speaking of peony flowers, let me introduce them! This cluster of flowers may know our family better than I do, because it doesn't know how many years it has been in my family. Besides, how many times has it withered? Why do you say that? Because in autumn, the weather is getting colder and colder, and flowers will wither sooner or later. Except this year,

This cluster of flowers has never bloomed so vigorously.

I watched grandma put a plastic bag on the flowers. She first moved the flower stalk forward, then gently held the flower stalk with her hand, put the plastic bag on a section of the flower with her other hand, and then let go of the other hand to cover the plastic bag together. The whole process,

Grandma is careful, for fear of falling a petal.

It is precisely because of grandma's every move that I know that everything should be carefully and seriously treated in order to have a good return.

2. Describe grandma's action of shopping (composition clip) With the lively rhythm of music, the curtain of Red Velvet rises. Colorful lights turn left and right on the stage, flickering. An old lady of more than 500 easily appeared on the stage. She wore an Indian silk robe and was all smiles. She only saw the old woman holding her left hand up and down and her right hand doing the same thing, and her feet kept stepping on the ground. One minute you make a gesture of "facing the Buddha's palm", and the next minute you make a gesture of "the tortoise stretches its neck", which is really strong! She invited four grandmothers with a gesture of "please". They became a beautiful "eight-step dance" one line at a time, two lines at a time, and danced very well.

You see, some blow with their heads tilted, some blow with their faces upturned, and some chase bubbles with a smile. Bubbles float like colored balloons. Some of the blown soap bubbles chase and play in the air like urchins dressed in colorful clothes, some stick together like whispering, and some fall slowly in droves like airborne troops. I'm not to be outdone to see everyone playing so well. I dipped some soapy water in the blowpipe and blew it gently. Sure enough, a small colored ball appeared at the nozzle, and it became bigger and bigger. When it turns around at the nozzle, it becomes a "big gourd". I carefully blew the "big gourd" on the table, and then blew two small bubbles on it to make it look like Mickey Mouse!

Xiaoxiao can't speak yet. We bought him a bunch of balloons to hang in the house. When the balloon kept fluttering, he shouted at the balloon "ah, ah" and kicked two stout calves from time to time. After a while, the balloon burst with a bang. Little startled, leaning back in the chair, a somersault fell on all fours, still screaming and looking nervous, which obviously frightened him. Aunt Mao Mao quickly picked him up, and he was so scared that he shit on Aunt Mao Mao's pants.

4. It's too late to say, then it will be soon. The athlete who fell to the ground stood up suddenly with his hands propped up and tiptoed. The left foot points to the starting line, and the knee bends and squats firmly. Hands are like two wooden pillars stuck in the ground, and the whole body leans forward slightly, like an eagle spreading its wings.

The young man ran well, and from the beginning he sprinted to run at a constant speed. He ran with his head held high like a pony: his stride was symmetrical, his stride frequency was compact, his pedaling was strong, and his waist was relaxed-the whole movement was elegant and elastic.

6. The savage drank the wine and heard that he had been rescued. He was refreshed and sat up at once. I didn't expect to hear him speak on Friday. I looked at his face and immediately kissed him, hugged him, cried and laughed, and shouted; He twisted his hands and hit himself in the face and head, then sang loudly and danced wildly, like a madman. He looks like that, anyone will be moved to tears.

7. Xiao Yan rolled up his sleeves and rolled up his trouser legs. She moved slowly in the stream, raised her left foot slightly, took a small step forward, and dragged her right foot forward slowly, as if wearing a thousand-pound shoe. She twisted her hat, hunched her back, lowered her head, narrowed her eyes, and her hands seemed to be holding something. At this time, she stopped, stopped looking around, stared at a place on the right, and suddenly reached into the water with a small fish in her hand.

8. When the school held the spring sports meeting, our class was the audience. Near the venue of the long jump, E799Be5Bae97AEE7ad94EB893E5b19E31333762364, I can observe the process of the long jump carefully. The competition began, and the long jumpers in blue school uniforms lined up neatly to the long jump venue. After the roll call, the first team came to the long jump venue in a neat team. After the roll call, the first player is 4 13. He came unhurriedly, kicking, swinging his arms and bending over. I saw his eyes staring at the position of the bunker for a while, then raised his arms and strode up, running faster and faster. When I ran to the jump shot, I slammed my left foot and jumped forward like a swallow. He won the first place in the long jump, and as a result, the audience burst into warm applause.

9. He clumsily climbed out of the trench, staggered to his feet, raised his gun and staggered a few steps. "bang!" Just a dozen meters away, the enemy appeared! The comrades around him have raised their guns. He was in a daze for a long time, and suddenly, as if remembering something, he began to shoot at the enemy crazily. However, not long after, a shuttle bullet flew in and pierced his forehead. He fell on the blood-stained land, his fingers clenched into fists, as if to seize the lost life ... his arms gradually hung down and his fingers gradually relaxed. He and his comrades died in the battle. Finally can rest in peace.

10 She saw another butterfly and ran away playfully. The butterfly jumped up and down, and she stared at it. Finally, the butterfly stops on a flower. She stooped and stood on tiptoe, with a gap in her hand and sweat dripping from her face. She crept up to the butterfly, suddenly bent down and held the butterfly on the flower with both hands. Carefully put her hand out of the seam and leaned her head against it. She accidentally let the butterfly fly out of her hand. She pursed her mouth in a hurry and anger, put her hands on her waist, but immediately jumped up like a deer and chased another target.

Grandma selling stationery 500-word composition Grandma selling stationery

Not far from the school, there is an old woman selling stationery. There are many breakfasts in her family, besides steamed bread, steamed buns and Regan Noodles, there are my favorite fried sausages, potato cakes, freshly ground soybean milk and so on. I go to her place for breakfast every day.

One morning, I rushed to grandma's stall: "grandma, I want a cup of soybean milk and a ham sausage!" " Come on, come on, I'm going to be late! "I said to my grandmother out of breath." All right! I'll wrap it up for you Grandma handed me the wrapped breakfast as she said, and repeatedly said, "Slow down, slow down, don't burn!" "I grabbed the breakfast my grandmother handed me and ran away.

"Oh, I haven't given grandma money yet!" Just as I was eating sausage with relish, it suddenly occurred to me. "What should I do? School is about to start, and it is definitely too late to send money back. " "I think I'd better forget it, no one knows about it. And grandma didn't chase me for money. Maybe she forgot about the money a long time ago. Why don't I ... "The bell rang and I walked into the classroom with peace of mind.

The next day, I came to the intersection early, and I smelled an obvious smell of soybean milk from a distance. Grandma's soybean milk has just come out of the pot, so fresh! I hurried to my grandmother's stall and ordered a ham sausage and a cup of hot soybean milk as usual. When I was about to pay, I found that I really forgot to bring my money! I'm embarrassed to say it, but I'm afraid grandma will remember yesterday, so I have to pretend to touch it in my pocket and play for a long time.

"Forgot to bring money? Nothing, grandma will give it to you! " Grandma casually said to me while frying ham sausage. My face turns red when I brush it. "Grandma, I didn't give you money for breakfast yesterday!" I spoke loudly for fear that grandma could not hear me. "Nothing, just think of you as a grandmother!" After listening to grandma's words, I can't wait to find a crack in the ground.

"Grandma, I'm leaving and I'll be back soon!" I ran quickly in the direction of home.

4. Grandma who sells breakfast in winter morning. Not far from the school, there is a grandmother who sells breakfast. There are many breakfasts in her family, besides steamed bread, steamed buns and Regan Noodles, there are my favorite fried sausages, potato cakes, freshly ground soybean milk and so on. I go to her place for breakfast every day.

One morning, I rushed to grandma's stall: "grandma, I want a cup of soybean milk and a ham sausage!" " Come on, come on, I'm going to be late! "I said to grandma out of breath." All right! I'll wrap it up for you Grandma handed me the wrapped breakfast as she said, and repeatedly said, "Slow down, slow down, don't burn!" "I grabbed the breakfast my grandmother handed me and ran away.

"Oh, I haven't given grandma money yet!" Just as I was eating sausage with relish, it suddenly occurred to me. "What should I do? School is about to start, and it is definitely too late to send money back. " "I think I'd better forget it, no one knows about it. And grandma didn't chase me for money. Maybe she forgot about the money a long time ago. Why don't I ... "The bell rang and I walked into the classroom with peace of mind.

The next day, I came to the intersection early, and I smelled an obvious smell of soybean milk from a distance. Grandma's soybean milk has just come out of the pot, so fresh! I hurried to my grandmother's stall and ordered a ham sausage and a cup of hot soybean milk as usual. When I was about to pay, I found that I really forgot to bring my money! I'm embarrassed to say it, but I'm afraid grandma will remember yesterday, so I have to pretend to touch it in my pocket and play for a long time.

"Forgot to bring money? Nothing, grandma will give it to you! " Grandma casually said to me while frying ham sausage. My face turns red when I brush it. "Grandma, I didn't give you money for breakfast yesterday!" I spoke loudly for fear that grandma could not hear me. "Nothing, just think of you as a grandmother!" After listening to grandma's words, I can't wait to find a crack in the ground.

"Grandma, I'm leaving and I'll be back soon!" I ran quickly in the direction of home.

An old woman selling vegetables wrote a composition in the morning. It's dawn and I'm still sleeping in bed.

Suddenly, someone downstairs shouted, "sell vegetables!" Buy food! " Mother heard this and immediately ran downstairs to buy food. Mother asked, "How much is the cucumber? 1 kg? How much is Chinese cabbage 1 kg? " Grandma said, "local cucumber 2 yuan 1 kg, Chinese cabbage 1 yuan 1 kg, and 2 tomatoes.

5 yuan 1 kg ... "Aunt Zhang, the neighbor, also went downstairs to buy food. Aunt Zhang asked, "How much are these dishes 1 kg? "Mother said to Aunt Zhang," Cucumber 2 yuan 1 kg, Chinese cabbage 1 yuan 1 kg, and two tomatoes. 5 yuan 1 kg ... "Aunt Zhang said," It's too expensive. "

Grandma said, "No, it's much cheaper than the vegetable market. These dishes are all grown by ourselves. " Aunt Zhang said, "I bought this rotten cabbage."

Weigh it, five and a half pounds. Aunt Zhang quickly put 10 yuan in her pocket. She gave 5 yuan money to her grandmother, who said, "It's still 50 cents short."

Aunt Zhang said, "fifty cents is missing." Grandma said, "All right!" Then, Aunt Zhang left with a basket.

In the afternoon, I was playing downstairs and saw the grandmother selling vegetables this morning. Grandma said to me, "little friend, do you know where a fat aunt in flowered clothes lives?" I said, "I know."

Then, my grandmother and I went upstairs to Aunt Zhang's house. Grandma said, "Sister, this is the extra money you gave 5 yuan."

Aunt Zhang said, "Why do you give * * 5 yuan?" The old woman said, "You put two pieces of 5 yuan money together this morning." Aunt Zhang said, "Thank you."

Then grandma left. After many days, I haven't seen the old woman selling vegetables.

I guess grandma may be ill. If you are sick, I wish grandma a speedy recovery, because she is a beautiful grandmother who is not greedy for petty gain.

6. The composition of the old woman selling eggs in the cold winter On a Sunday morning last winter, the north wind roared, scratching the hair of pedestrians wantonly with its thick fingers and stabbing the skin of pedestrians like needles. The few pedestrians on the road are helpless, so they have to buckle their winter clothes tightly, put their hands in their pockets, shrink their necks and act quickly.

My father sent me to learn dance, and I happened to pass by the market. I saw an old woman in plain clothes at the door, shivering in the cold wind with a basket of earth eggs in front of her.

"What a poor old man!" From dad's mouth.

"Dad, let's buy some and let her go home early!"

Dad said, "Yes, I didn't expect you to eat eggs." Then we'll walk.

"Auntie, help me pack 30 eggs."

When grandma heard someone calling, she quickly turned her head and said happily, "You can choose 1.5 yuan for an egg."

"Take whatever you want, you don't have to choose the big one, otherwise it will be more difficult for you to sell out the small ones."

"Silly boy, of course, you have to pick the big one first."

"What a simple grandmother!" I thought to myself. I saw grandma shaking her wrinkled and callused hands, opening a plastic bag and putting big eggs in one by one. After loading, her father handed her 50 yuan and said, "put three more eggs, and you don't need change." But grandma took out a pile of change, slowly took out a 50-cent piece and handed it to dad: "How can I take more of your money?" Dad knew that no amount of talk could convince him, so he had to say, "I'll send the eggs first, and then I'll come back for them." I will take my children to learn to dance first. "

"It's okay, you can rest assured! Be sure to wait for you to get it! "

On the way, my father told me: "The life of the old man is not easy. I don't want to take eggs, I just want to help my grandmother. "

Two hours passed quickly. I finished dancing and hurried back with my father. I saw my grandmother still standing in the cold wind. At this time, the basket was empty, and there was a bag of tied eggs left beside it, which was obviously sold out. Grandma saw us and came to us happily with the bag of eggs, saying, "I've been selling for more than half an hour, and I'm afraid you won't find me."

Dad quickly apologized and said, "It took you time to go home."

Grandma said, "It doesn't matter if you wait a little longer. How can I break my word? "

What a trustworthy grandmother! What a noble quality! How can it not be awe-inspiring

7. The composition of the grandmother who sells newspapers is not far from the door of the community, and there is a newsstand.

The newspaper seller is an old woman. I don't know how old she is, but she has white hair and bloodshot eyes embedded in her wrinkled face. Because grandma bent down to sell newspapers for many years, her back was hunched and she had to bend over when she walked.

I often buy newspapers at grandma's newsstand. Grandma always hands me the newspaper with a smile and quickly revises it. What impressed me most about my grandmother was her affability.

What I admire most is that my grandmother is very serious and responsible for her work, and she always sticks to her newsstand regardless of the severe winter and heat. On rainy days, grandma wore a raincoat, covered the newspaper tightly with a big plastic sheet, and kept selling newspapers.

Although it seldom snows in winter in Shanghai, the outdoor temperature is still very cold. It's not easy for an old man to sit outside all morning ... but I can see grandma at the newsstand almost every day. One day, I was walking on my way to school as usual, and when I passed the newsstand, I found that there was no grandmother. It was so strange.

The newsstand without grandma is very empty and silent. When I got closer, I saw a piece of paper on the wall with a few words scrawled on it. I looked at it curiously: my wife died, and the newspaper stopped selling for two days. The newspaper sold normally the day after tomorrow, which delayed everyone's reading. Please forgive me! I was immediately moved after reading it.

Grandma's loss of his wife is the most painful time, but all she thinks about is others. Please forgive me. From this sentence, we can see grandma's sense of responsibility, attitude towards work and dedication to the people. I was in awe of my grandmother, and her figure came to my mind, the grandmother who bent over and took the newspaper and sold it regardless of the wind and rain.

I vaguely saw her old face, her eyes were full of sadness, but they shone with determination ... Ah, grandma, your simple and kind heart ... When I passed grandma's newsstand again after school, I found many words of comfort and tribute written on that paper. My heart was suddenly touched again ... grandma, ordinary, but great.

8. The composition of an old woman who collects waste adds to her feelings. She mentioned the word garbage collection, and some people might spit it out. Yes, the garbage is dirty, but there is an old woman who hates dirty things and collects garbage every day. Pick up some bottles, jars and the like.

I know this old woman. She lives not far from our home. According to my father, the old woman is very poor, and her son and daughter are not filial, so she lives alone and makes a living by picking up some junk.

He is thin, with short white hair and several wrinkles around his eyes. He is wearing a dark blue dress and a pair of trousers that have been sewn many times. His clothes are very simple, so many people dislike him and leave some when they pass by. Although he wore simple clothes, he helped me a lot.

Once after school, it suddenly rained cats and dogs on the road. I ran home at once and knocked on the door for about two or three minutes. No one answered. I thought: Mom and Dad are definitely not at home. So I took shelter from the rain under the eaves, but the rain still caught me, and suddenly a gust of wind blew and it was chilly. I was crouching in front of the door when suddenly a man with an umbrella came over. It turned out to be grandma. I greeted him. He came up and said, "Why don't you go in? Don't you have a key? " I nodded my head. Seeing me shivering, he put down his umbrella, took off his coat and put it on me. I feel very warm. He lifted me up and said, "Go to my house to take shelter from the rain." Then he tried to pull me away, and I stood there motionless. He said, "What's the matter? Why don't you leave? Do you think my house is dirty? " I said, "No way, how?" He said, "Let's go! Although my home is not as spacious and simple as yours, I can always take shelter from the rain! " After listening to it, I went to his house with him. When I first arrived at his house, I saw a lot of rubbish. I asked, "Grandma, you picked this up today." He said, "Well, I picked up a lot today. Can these be sold for more than 50 yuan? " I said, "Grandma, otherwise I'll send you all the bottles I have at home." He smiled and said to me, "Of course."

This is the simple-looking grandmother.

9. Composition of the granny selling cakes She is a retired granny in her sixties with silver hair, and the ruthless years have left deep wrinkles on her face.

Every day, dawn comes and sunrise rises, and she pushes the old pie cart to our side street. Shortly after the pie truck stopped at the booth, the old lady greeted people with a smile, while beating eggs and putting noodles and materials into the pot with her hands.

In a short time, a delicious pie was ready. When she wants to take the cake, grandma will point to the seasoning and say kindly, which one do you like? Then she puts the seasoning according to your needs and sends the hot pie to you.

It's really comfortable to eat grandma's pie. Many people like to buy cakes there.

Once, I went there to buy cakes after school. When grandma handed me the pie, I found out where the money in my hand had gone. I am anxious and my face is red.

Grandma seemed to read my mind and said with a smile: Never mind, you take the cake first and give me the money next time. I'm touched, grandma. You're so good. People like to buy grandma's cake, not only because her cake is delicious, but also because of her kind face, kind smile and kind heart.

10. I want to write an old man's composition selling things, selling hemp balls, selling hemp balls ... "This damn peddling woke me up from my dream again. Needless to say, it's half past five, and it's still half an hour before I should get up.

Somehow, just recently, there was an old man selling hemp balls in our family. He starts selling at 5: 30 every day, whether on weekdays or weekends. Whether it is sunny, windy or rainy, it will not give in. Every day, he disturbs my dreams. I should get up at six o'clock. At this time, he woke me up and made me afraid to sleep. I can't remember again. I had to toss and turn in bed and wasted half an hour, not to mention how uncomfortable it was. For this reason, I hate this hemp ball seller very much. Hearing this Hawking, I got a headache and upset. I don't know how many times I scolded him in my heart. However, until one day, my opinion of this old man selling hemp balls.

It was a sunny Sunday morning, and I was woken up by the hateful peddling as usual. I covered my head tightly with a quilt and didn't want to mention how cruel I was to the old man. It's hateful to have such a rest day and not let people sleep late. Suddenly, amid the harsh hawking, there came the crowing of larks, which was crisp and sweet, and my heart could not help moving. I can't sleep anyway. I might as well go out and see the scenery in the morning, see what kind of old man this is and what kind of craftsmanship he has, just lift the quilt and put it on quickly.

I took some change and walked out of the house. Hey, it's a nice day today. The sky is blue and the sun is shining, and my heart suddenly opens up. I followed the hawking to find the old man selling hemp balls, and I saw an old man surrounded by a large group of children from a distance. I thought, no wonder peddling comes every day, business is good. I quickly took a few steps and took a closer look, which surprised me. In my heart, the person who sells hemp balls is a dirty person covered in oil. I didn't expect the old man in front of me to wear an old uniform that was washed white, but he was clean and neat, up and down, and he looked capable. I secretly liked it, handed the change to my hand and said, "Give me two." With money in one hand, the old man picked up a pair of chopsticks and a convenient bag in the other, took out two hemp balls and put them in the bag. He said gently, "Be careful, take them." I took it, took out one and took a bite. It's really fragrant and crisp. It's delicious, very delicious. I can't help liking him. I looked at him carefully: my weather-beaten face left wrinkles carved by years, my body was strong, and my face was always filled with a kind smile to children. No wonder the children were surrounded in a big circle. No wonder children are so willing to eat. No wonder I eat hemp balls happily every day.

Who knows that I was stopped by the old man just a few steps ago, and I couldn't help but "plop" in my heart, thinking that I had just paid the money. Why, should I be corrected? My newfound affection for him suddenly disappeared. I turned around angrily and just wanted to attack. Unexpectedly, the old man took out four and a half pieces from his pocket and handed them to me. He said apologetically, "little classmate, I was busy just now and didn't have time to give you change." I am really sorry. " I was puzzled. He quickly said, "You gave me five dollars." I suddenly understood that because I was in a hurry, I didn't care to mistake five dollars for fifty cents. Looking at the money handed by the old man and remembering the thoughts in my head, my face turned white for a moment. I don't know what to do. Seeing me like this, the old man asked with concern, "What's the matter, little classmate?" What's the matter? "I was speechless. I really hate myself. How can I look at such an old man who works hard to support himself? I quickly reached for the money handed over by the old man and said, "Nothing, I bought it all." The old man gave me all the remaining hemp balls and said, "Two more are free. "I refused to accept anything, but the old man smiled and said," This is a big business at a loss. Buy five and get one free. " Say that finish, also don't look back. ...

Looking at the old man's farther and farther back, I have great respect for him, and I can't help feeling in my heart: all the small vendors I usually contact are shoddy, with less to fill more, deceiving customers. How can there be honesty between people? Today, the old man gave me a vivid lesson. The world needs honesty, but we should cherish it even more!