Seeking descriptive composition

1. An article about begging for "one man, one less"

Author:

Hualing Nie

Three years ago, it was also winter. A thin woman came to my door.

Her hair is unkempt and her face is sallow. She was wearing a tattered cotton-padded jacket, a pair of faded grey trousers and a white cloth pocket in her hand. She gently pushed open the door left unlocked in my house and put her head in. i stand in front of the window.

"Madam, I'm not a beggar. I just want to eat some rice. My child is hungry and crying! " Before I could answer, she introduced herself: "I graduated from college, too." Well, look. " She shook her hand and took out her ID card from her underwear pocket. "It's all written on it. This is my previous photo! " "

Out of curiosity, I took her ID card. This is a picture of a rich middle-aged woman: bright and exquisite curly hair, neatly tied on her head, light eyebrows bent over her satisfied eyes, and an iris button on her skirt.

I looked at the photos carefully, and she continued alone: "My husband is in prison, and I am alone with four children. I have been hungry all day." I wash people's clothes, pay for the room and drink porridge! The children were so hungry that they hugged me and cried, so I had the cheek to come out and ask for some rice. I just want rice, not money. I am not a beggar. I eat with one pair of hands! Ma' am Alas! I'm sorry, I can't talk. I've been there several times, but I can't tell. I quit again! How did I get here today! "She lifted her skirt and dried her tears.

I filled her pocket with a bag of rice. She shook her chapped lips and said, "How dare you? You gave me so much! This how not bashful! Thank you, madam. I don't know what to say. I-I want to cry! " She left with a bag of rice on her back in tears.

Today, three years later, I saw that woman again. She stood in front of a house in the corner, and I passed by. She's getting drier and smaller! Squatting down, leaning against the door frame, his face is no longer as shy as it was three years ago, grinning darkly, and shouting in a skilled pleading voice: "Madam, do a good deed and enjoy it!" Madam, do a good deed and reward a little! There was a tinkling sound inside the door, the sound of metal falling to the ground, and then a cry: "Take a dime! Go, go, who told you to come in? You're a woman. You used to make money by washing clothes yourself, but now you don't even wash clothes. Still convenient! "

The woman smiled: "give me some more, madam, a dime is not enough to buy a biscuit!" " ""Hey, how can a beggar bargain? Go, go, what's it like to complain here? " The woman's mouth widened: "Give me a little more and leave, lest I get your place dirty. Give me more! " "

The door was kicked open with a bang. The woman turned around, sneered and gave me a cold look. She didn't recognize me!

2. Write a beggar's composition [Beijing Normal University Edition, Volume 10] 7 Dignity For his own dignity, a beggar came to a yard and begged from his hostess.

The beggar is very poor. His right hand was broken and his empty sleeves were dangling, which made people sad. Anyone who meets him will give generously. But the hostess rudely pointed to a pile of bricks in front of the door and said to the beggar, "Please help me move these bricks to the back of the house."

The beggar said angrily, "I only have one hand, and you still have the heart to ask me to move bricks!" " I don't want to give alms, so why play tricks on people. "The hostess didn't get angry, bent down and lifted the brick. She moved it with only one hand and said, "Look, you can work without two hands.

I can do it. Why not? "The beggar was stunned. He looked at the woman with strange eyes, and his sharp Adam's apple slid up and down like an olive. Finally, he leaned down and raised the brick with one hand.

He can only move one piece at a time. It took him two hours to move all the bricks. He was panting like a cow, his face was dusty, and several locks of hair were wet with sweat and stuck to his forehead.

The woman handed the beggar a white towel. The beggar took it and wiped his face and neck carefully. The white towel turned into a black towel.

The woman handed the beggar 20 yuan money again. The beggar took the money and said gratefully, "Thank you."

The woman said, "You don't have to thank me. You earned it yourself. " The beggar said, "I won't forget you." Leave this towel for me as a souvenir. "

With that, he bowed deeply and set off. Many days later, another beggar came to the yard.

The woman led the beggar to the back of the house and pointed to the pile of bricks and said to him, "If you move the bricks to the front of the house, I will give you twenty yuan." The beggar with sound hands walked away disdainfully, not knowing whether it was because he despised the twenty dollars or something else.

The woman's child asked her mother inexplicably, "Last time you asked beggars to move bricks from front to back, this time you asked beggars to move bricks from back to front." . Do you want to put bricks in the back or in front of the house? "His mother said to him," The bricks in front of the house are the same as those in the back, but whether they are moved or not is different for beggars. "

After that, several beggars came, and the pile of bricks moved back and forth in front of the house several times. A few years later, a decent man came to this yard.

His suit and tie are different, just like those successful people who are confident and self-respecting. The fly in the ointment is that this man has only one left hand and his right hand has empty sleeves.

The bearer leaned forward, grabbed the old hostess in one hand and said, "Without you, I would still be a beggar, but now I am the chairman of a company." The woman can't remember who he is and simply says, "You did it yourself."

The one-armed chairman wants to move this woman and her family to live in the city, be a city dweller and live a good life. The woman said, "We can't accept your care."

"Why? I have bought you a house. " "Because everyone in our family has two hands."

The chairman insisted sadly, "Madam, you let me know what a person is and what a personality is. That house is the reward you deserve for educating me! " The woman smiled: "Then give the house to someone who doesn't even have a hand." .

3. A touching 800-word composition about beggars. I am not a beggar on a busy street. People come and go freely and carelessly. I also walked around in the crowd doing nothing. Suddenly, a little girl's simple voice, like a faint scent of tea, filled the air. I walked up, but I couldn't help but see a trace of disgust and contempt in my eyes. I know it's the kind of person I hate the most-people call it a beggar. The girl sat next to an old woman with a charitable expression. They were all dressed in rags, and her dark cheeks had messy and dusty hair. The old woman is the girl's mother, and many people on the roadside are surrounded by the two mothers and daughters. I am very confused in my heart. "People don't hate beggars? Why are you staring at them here? " At this time, the old woman said, "Daughter, tell them that we don't want money!" " "My daughter explained it to everyone according to her mother's words. I'm confused. Are they not beggars? I looked at the ground again, and there were a bunch of coins, one yuan, five yuan, ten yuan ... "No need to give money. My mother said that I would help my family earn money when I grew up. I want to be a big official, buy a big house, make my mother beautiful, and make her live a happy life. All this is realized by me! "The little girl's childish voice quickly flew into my ears. In a trance, my heart seems to have been hit hard by something. I can't help but feel shocked, incredible and thought-provoking. I suddenly realized the true value of living in the world. I immediately took out my only 30 yuan from my bag and handed it to the little girl, and told her, "You are great! I was deeply moved by you. "I ran all the way home, and I finally understood that this illusory street is not our road to success. The real road to success is to decorate countless avenues of sweat with my dreams and hopes. Success lies in cherishing life, cherishing time and cherishing the present ... so young children know how to bear burdens and responsibilities with their weak shoulders, and poverty does not mean anything. It's just a kind of motivation to inspire people to forge ahead. It's still a bustling city, but the poor people no longer look humble, but seem to have become noble, because only they will cherish, understand and feel ... whenever I think about it again, I always admire that little girl deeply. We should all have our own dreams. Life has given us so many wonderful memories that we can't cry when we complain.

4. The composition of street beggars in early winter describes street beggars

1. This year's winter vacation is extremely cold. During the winter vacation, the cold wind rages and blows into the hearts of pedestrians on the street. I walked into a small shop with a fluffy scarf and a hot smell. The air inside was sultry, so I sat near the inner window and took off my scarf.

In a short time, a blue shadow rushed in. I waved her over. "Sorry, I'm a little late." She smiled wittily. "Hey, you don't know this new coffee is not bad!" After that, she ordered two cups of coffee.

3. Her name is Liang Yi, and she is very cheerful. Today, we agreed to accompany me to fill out the bus card and then go to play for a while. When the coffee came, I suggested, "Why don't we recharge it with the bus card now?" "Let's go." We picked up the cups and came out in tandem. A cold wind blew unceremoniously head on.

4. "Where do you suggest we go today?" She asked me after filling out the bus card. "Well, I don't know you very well. What do you say? " "Then let's go for a walk in" Happy Everybody ". It's so windy outside! " She shrank her neck and looked cold. I laughed at her: "Don't exaggerate, you wear so thick, no one abuses you!" " ""but ... look! "I looked in the direction of her finger." Oh, a beggar. ""Well, you ... "She paused." Don't you sympathize with him? He wears very little! "She involuntarily went up to him and I followed.

He sat on the ground, dressed in rags, with a dirty face and sparse hair fluttering in the wind. There is a board in front of him, on which are written some words about the hardships of life, my own difficulties, begging for mercy, and so on.

6. Liang Yi didn't read those. She just looked at the old beggar sadly, looking at him like this. She couldn't bear it, took out her wallet and gave it to the beggar 1 yuan. I looked at the 1 yuan she had put in the piggy bank, put it in again, and patted her on the shoulder. Let's go, the more we look at it, the worse it gets. She stood up and followed me step by step.

7. "look! Look! " She burst into tears. I looked back and saw that the beggar was drinking water. That bottle of water is very dirty, and it is full of white turbid things. I can't bear to watch any more. I said indignantly, "That's not water at all! Like chemicals! " "That's right! Too poor! " She chimed in. "Well," she whispered to me suddenly, "how about we buy him a bottle of water?" "This ... Liang Yi, I think he is a little cheat money. Look at the handwriting on his board. It's neat, but he's blind! He has at least one person who writes beautifully and neatly with him, and it is likely to be a family! There are so many liars now, I don't think you really need to do that! " Say that finish, my face slightly red. Rejecting her so actively hurt her self-esteem, and I suddenly felt a little guilty. She is such a kind and naive girl! "No one said he was a good man or a bad man. I just feel sorry for him. In winter, it is just cold and heartless. Please don't be cold by the wind, okay? There is no sun in winter, which makes your heart glow. That's the sun in your heart, the sun in your heart. Let it illuminate others! What a warm and comforting thing it is! "

8. I heard her finish emotionally. What a beautiful and brilliant sun! It shines into my heart from the gap, and the whole heart is covered with a layer of golden light, which is extremely warm! My heart is warm and full.

9. When she came out of the supermarket, she bought a bottle of clean mineral water. Not expensive, just 1 yuan. I suddenly had an idea. "How about another bread?" I asked her with a smile. She also laughed, "yes, yes! You are quite a bit! " Her naivety and playfulness once again showed on her face. I'll pay for this bread. Not expensive. It's the same as that bottle of water.

10. Give these to beggars. She suddenly grabbed me nervously, and she said no. What's wrong with it? Go ahead, it's nothing. I'll go with you. But in the end, she gave him all the food herself. I was just encouraging her.

She finally realized a wish. We were silent all the way. She is very satisfied and happy with today's things, and I am blaming myself and reflecting on today's things. Maybe I'm used to hearing how the queen lied to Snow White in the story. The swindlers in the populous railway station use drugs to stun children and blackmail adults ... There are too many swindlers, and we won't have any pity. We only have a heart of stone to treat the opportunity that God gives us to do good, but we must know that if we miss it again and again.

5. A paper on social begging. When I was a child, I was stupid and stupid. I feel very funny now. But that is the most precious memory of my childhood. I have regarded him as my life. It has become an indispensable part of my life. When I was a child, I went to my menstrual home and often played with my menstrual grandson. He is the same age as me, and he often takes me to buy snacks. He is as thin as me and as strong as me. It's a flat head, two jewel-like eyes, cherry-colored lips and a high nose, which all seem to add a bit of handsomeness to him!

I remember one time, we were bored. I came up with a "two people fighting for clothes." I have extra clothes, and every time I take advantage of them, I "grab them, not as good as me!" " "Now he doesn't want to. Someone has come to help. I'm not afraid. I got into a fight with them and finally lost. The rescuer is a fat woman and can't win. I am unhappy. I choked up and ran into the house. * * * It was hot before, and my period made me invite him to dinner. How can I ask him? I said to him angrily, "I invite you to dinner." Suddenly, he suddenly looked up and smiled, with a bright smile. I can't help laughing.

Ever since he learned to ride a bike, he has been clamoring to take me there. I don't believe him. He convinced me. I sat in the back, and he turned around and said with a smile, "I said how light it is!" " "What are you laughing at? I can't say it, but you are still laughing. " "No, no, no, trust me again." "Good good, just believe you once. If you want to die together, you should be buried with me. " As a result, he laughed even harder. It changed my sitting posture, and it succeeded. I was very happy, too, and soon arrived at his house.

Although the first thing he gave me was bitter coffee, if I taste it carefully, I can taste the mellow taste from it. The second one gave me anxiety, but I could see his persistence. I am also happy for his success, just like eating honey.

This is my childhood, my childhood is so ordinary, there are no luxuries, no cars and no buildings. But this is my treasure. When I am in trouble, it will tell me the way to save me. Rough taught me to be strong, change and happiness taught me to cherish. My treasure is invisible, it needs to be real. If you open it. Everyone needs a pure heart. I hope you will always keep a childlike innocence.

6. The title of the writer's composition "Beggar" is "Beggar on the Street"

In the street, I often see some healthy people begging around. I can't help wondering: they are healthy and can find jobs, but why do they beg everywhere regardless of their face? Today, I went to my classmate's house and passed by the basketball court. I saw a young beggar, dressed in rags. He bent down, holding a half-empty bowl in his hand, shaking his hands up and down, and humbly repeating to every pedestrian over and over again: "Give me some!" "

Give me some ... "Many pedestrians were impatient with the noise, threw a dollar or two into the broken bowl and said wearily," It's really annoying, go away! Go away! "

When a pedestrian passed by him, he shouted, "There is no money for you, get out!" He finally came to me and said the same thing. I looked at him and walked away without hesitation. I thought to myself: they are just guys who make money by taking advantage of the sympathy of good people, and a group of people who get something for nothing deserve no sympathy. It is these healthy beggars who cheat our sympathy and make us indifferent sometimes. I want to dedicate this money to those who really need help. I hate those hypocritical beggars. I would rather give up my self-esteem, cheat everyone's sympathy and be a social resident who gets something for nothing. These healthy street beggars are really disgusting!

7. Begging for an Old Man's Composition Last Mid-Autumn Festival night, an old man left a deep impression on me.

That evening, I just came out from my friend's house and walked to the bus stop to get home by car. It's not that dark, but I still can't hide the beautiful image of the moon.

The bus was late, but a distant figure came slowly. I took a look and subconsciously squeezed my small wallet. That is an old beggar. When I was a child, my grandmother threatened me: "If you cry again, I will give you to a beggar!" " "I have to say that this trick really works, and I have suffered from' beggar phobia' since then.

He began to beg, and people who hurried home for reunion ignored him, and some even gave him a contemptuous look. He is getting closer and closer to me. At this moment, a long-awaited car comes, and people flock to the station, and there are few people at once.

At this time, the moon has risen into the air, and the bright moonlight and the warm afterglow of the sun complement each other in the sky from light blue to deep blue. He has been walking beside the young lady next to me. I looked at him carefully. He is wearing a cap and a coat covered with all kinds of stains, and he can hardly see the background color. He carried a bag as dirty as clothes in one hand, and the bag clanked with cans.

He turned around slowly, and I stayed away from him nervously. It's a pity that I just stepped back and ran into the bus stop sign, and my wallet fell into my hand. He just came over. I immediately thought of a series of news, such as "vagrants rob wallets" and "little beggars steal finances", and lamented that I would one day. It is estimated that "Mid-Autumn Festival girl's purse was robbed" will be published in the newspaper tomorrow. I looked down and saw him pick up his wallet and stand up slowly. It didn't look like he was robbing the money to escape. He handed me his wallet and said kindly, "Little girl, your wallet. "

I reached out in surprise and did something I couldn't believe. I actually took my wallet and said in a very calm tone, "thank you!" " ".He smiled, wrinkles at sixes and sevens, curved beard trembling. He said, "Don't worry, I won't ask the children for money. "

At that moment, my heart was as warm as the spring breeze. In my understanding, the word "beggar" is no longer synonymous with disgust and lawlessness.

It turns out that not all beggars are what I think. Soon, the bus came. I sat in the window seat and waved to him with a smile.

The bus started, the station was getting farther and farther away, and the figure of the old beggar was particularly lonely in the moonlight. When I get home, whenever I stand on the balcony to enjoy the moon, I always think back to that Mid-Autumn night, that kind smile, that lonely back full of moonlight.