Some old man writes a composition

1. Write a composition about an old man

The old man selling sesame dumplings

"It’s selling sesame dumplings, it’s selling sesame dumplings..." This is it again The damn shouting woke me up from my dream. Needless to say, it was now five-thirty, still half an hour before I should get up.

Somehow, just recently, an old man selling sesame balls came to us. He started selling sesame balls at half past five every day, whether it is weekdays or weekends; whether it is sunny or blowing Rain or shine, nothing can shake it. He disturbed my sweet dreams every day. I was supposed to get up at six o'clock, but he woke me up at this time. I didn't dare to sleep, and I didn't want to think about it when I got up. I had to toss and turn in bed, wasting half an hour. , not to mention how uncomfortable it is, for this reason I hate this sesame dumpling seller very much. I feel headache and upset when I hear this cry. I don’t know how many times I have scolded him viciously in my heart.

However, until one day, my view of this old man selling sesame balls suddenly changed.

It was a very sunny Sunday morning. As usual, I was woken up by the hateful shouting. I covered my head tightly with the quilt, not to mention how cruel this old man was. It was rare to be like this. It’s a day off to not allow anyone to have a good night’s sleep. It’s really abominable! Suddenly, amidst the harsh cries, there came one after another the cry of a lark, which was clear, sweet, and melodious. My heart couldn't help but move. I couldn't sleep anyway, so why not go out and take a look at the morning scenery? To see what kind of old man he was and what his craftsmanship was, I opened the quilt and put it on quickly.

I took some change and walked out of the house. Hey, it’s a sunny day. The sky is blue and the sun is shining brightly. My heart suddenly became cheerful. I followed the hawking sound to look for the old man selling sesame dumplings, and from a distance I saw an old man surrounded by a large group of children. I thought to myself, no wonder he comes to sell sesame balls every day. It turns out that the business is good. I hurriedly took a few steps and took a closer look. I couldn't help but be a little surprised. In my mind, the sesame dumpling seller was a dirty, dirty man covered in oil. I didn't expect that the old man in front of me was wearing a t-shirt that turned white after washing. The old military uniform is neat and tidy, looking capable and energetic. I secretly had a good impression, handed over the change in my hand, and said, "Give me two." The old man took the money with one hand, picked up a pair of chopsticks and a convenience bag with the other, and took out two sesame balls. Put it in the bag and said gently: "Careful, take it." I took it, took out one, and took a bite. It was really fragrant and crispy, with a great texture and great taste. I couldn't help but like it. He looked at him carefully: his weather-beaten face was left with wrinkles carved by the years, his body was strong, and his face was always filled with an amiable smile towards the child. No wonder the child gathered in a big circle, no wonder the child was so willing to eat, no wonder I come here to sell food every day... I ate the sesame balls and walked back with great satisfaction...

Unexpectedly, I was stopped by the old man after I had just walked a few steps. My heart couldn't help but "thump", thinking about me Didn’t you just pay me? What, you want to blackmail me? The good feeling I had for him that just arose in my heart suddenly disappeared and disappeared. I turned around angrily, just about to explode. Unexpectedly, the old man took out four and a half yuan from his pocket and handed it to me, and said to me apologetically: "Little classmate, I was busy just now and didn't have time to ask you for money. I'm really sorry." I was confused, and he hurriedly said: "You gave me five yuan." I suddenly realized that because I was in a hurry, I mistakenly took five yuan as fifty cents. Looking at the money handed over by the old man, I remembered the thoughts in my head, and my face turned red and white. What should I do? When the old man saw me like this, he asked with concern: "Little classmate, what's the matter? Where do you feel uncomfortable?" I was speechless. I really hated myself. How could I look at such a person in such a way? What about an old man who works hard to support himself? I hurriedly stretched out the money that the old man handed over and said, "Nothing, I bought them all." The old man gave me all the remaining sesame balls and said, "Two more will be given for free." I didn't say anything. He refused to accept it, but the old man said with a smile: "This is a big sale at a loss, buy five and get one free."

"After saying that, I left without looking back...

Looking at the old man's back getting further and further away, I had great respect for him, and I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: I have always been in contact with him. Small businessmen and hawkers, they all pass off inferior products as high quality, and deceive customers. How can there be any integrity between people? Today, this old man taught me a vivid lesson. Integrity is needed in the world, and more importantly. Cherish integrity! Composition 2. Write an essay about an old man

The old man selling popcorn

The thing I looked forward to most when I was a child was the appearance of the old man selling popcorn in the alley. .

He always appeared very regularly at the end of every month. He was an old man in his 60s, with a thin build, sparse white hair, and a face full of wrinkles. As soon as his familiar figure appeared, I He and his friends carried the small baskets filled with rice that had been prepared and a few cents from the adults, and flew around him. He was pushing an old flatbed cart and started walking. He was limping. We looked at it very funny, so we walked like him. He didn't feel annoyed when he saw it, and he still had a smile on his face, which made us embarrassed. In order to make up for our mistakes, we did everything we could to make up for it. Help him push the cart. He rarely talks, but always has a kind smile on his face. 3. Write a composition about an old man

Compared with the vicissitudes of life, no one has experienced as much as the old people. Compared with the smile No one smiles as kindly as the old people. Although their years are gone, their kind hearts still exist... There is a pair of old people living near my hometown. They and I are also neighbors. Among them, my grandfather is very caring and He was also a very nice person, so we all affectionately called him "Grandpa Liu." That day I was playing with my friends in front of my house. An old man passed by. He bent down, stretched out a skinny hand, picked up two or three iron cans, and put them away. After putting the bag into his bag, I looked at him from behind. He was wearing simple clothes, but he wore a lot of clothes, including an old-fashioned hat. It looked like he had been wearing it for a long time. The old man turned his head and looked at me, "Isn't this Grandpa Liu?" "I called Grandpa Liu and Grandma Li. They are already an old couple. They are very economical about buying more expensive things. Grandpa Liu smiled at me: "Xiao Zheng, you haven't been back to your hometown for a long time." I We started chatting quickly with Grandpa Liu, talking about the latest happenings and the many changes that had taken place in our hometown in the past few years. Before we knew it, we had been chatting at the door for more than 10 minutes. I patted my head and said: "Haha, Grandpa Liu forgot to invite you to come in and sit down after chatting for so long. I quickly made a sign to invite you and said, "Grandpa Liu, come in and sit down." Unexpectedly, Grandpa Liu shook his head and said, "I have something else to do. Let’s go first.” After speaking, Grandpa Liu picked up the bag and picked up some other iron cans before walking a short distance away. He walked somewhere else...is it weird? Grandpa Liu’s family doesn’t have money, so why are they collecting tin cans? I kept the doubt in my heart and felt very uncomfortable.

When night fell, I took a walk under the door of my house. I saw Grandpa Liu filling the left bag and the right bag full of tin cans. He took the things home. In this way, Grandpa Liu got up early every day to eat. Hei went to pick up tin cans. Every time I asked Grandpa Liu why he picked up tin cans? Grandpa Liu just said: "I have nothing to do at home, I am bored."

Finally, the hard work paid off! I asked Grandma Li about it. Grandma Li said with a smile: "The old man just has nothing to do at home and is bored. He goes out to pick up tin cans every day and donates all the money he gets from selling them to charity." "I finally understand. At this moment, I feel that Grandpa Liu’s image is so great, and I admire Grandpa Liu even more!

Although an old man does not donate much money, how many people can donate their hard-earned money every day like Grandpa Liu? Grandpa Liu has passed away, but his kind heart still exists. You don’t need to guess to know that Grandpa Liu has been a very caring person since he was a child. I hope he is a good man and has a safe life...

I often hear from uncles and aunts People discussed that individual traders love to deceive people. They wrap potatoes with soil as preserved eggs, fill chicken bellies with water and sell them to people, and sell a pound of bananas for only seven taels. I don't like self-employed people, and I never buy from them. However, one thing changed my impression of them and is something I will never forget.

It was a cold winter afternoon. When I was in physical education class, I suddenly felt air leaking from my feet. When I lowered my head, I saw that my cotton shoes had opened. When I got home, I told my father about it. Dad said: "Winter is coming to an end, and it's not worth buying new shoes, so let's get them mended!" But there was no shoe repair shop near my home, so I had to put on my sneakers and go with my father to find a cobbler near our school. Shoes for old man.

At this time, the sun was about to set in the west, and the cold northwest wind blew up the sand on the ground. People walked hurriedly against the cold wind. The old man who mended shoes had already packed the shoe repair box and was ready to go home. Seeing this scene, my father hurriedly walked up and said, "Old man, can you mend this child's shoes? His shoe threads came apart during physical education class." The old man looked at the roaring wind and hesitated for a moment, but then he looked at what I was wearing. When my sneakers were broken, I said, "Okay!"

The old man reopened the shoe repair box, sat on the stool, picked up my shoes, looked at them, and started repairing them. I looked at the old man carefully. He had gray hair, a bronze complexion, a pair of bright eyes, and a forehead full of wrinkles. His hands were covered with thick calluses from years of mending shoes. He held the shoe awl in one hand and the thread in the other, sewing stitch by stitch. It was so cold that he stopped from time to time and blew into his hands with his mouth. After a while, the crack was sewn up, but he did not stop. One by one, he pulled open the places where the threads were about to be opened, sewed them up again, and said to himself: "The shoes the child is wearing are not strong enough." As he spoke, he began to mend it carefully. But I was thinking in my heart: "Humph, aren't you just trying to charge me more money?"

The shoes were repaired, and the old man's hands were frozen. Dad asked him softly: "How much does it cost?" He stretched out the two taped fingers on his right hand and said without raising his head: "Two cents." I was stunned. While dad was taking out the money, he asked him how much he could earn in a day. He said, "Hey, it's not money, it's just for everyone's convenience!" The old man's words were like a small hammer hitting my heart. Up... 4. A 600-word essay on a respectable old man

[600-word essay on a respectable old man] I wandered around the bustling intersection and looked at so many dazzling things. I still can't make up my mind what to buy. A 600-word essay on a respectable old man.

Suddenly, a shouting sound lingered in my ears——Buy oranges, fresh and delicious oranges! I turned around and my eyes fell on an inconspicuous corner. He is a thin old man in his fifties or sixties. His skinny face is covered with wrinkles, and a pair of deep eyes are embedded under his thick eyebrows. His thin old-fashioned shirt is stained with a lot of mud, and his weather-beaten hands On the one holding his years of hard work.

How much do these oranges cost per pound? Suddenly, a middle-aged woman came over. The appearance of this woman surprised me - her fat face was covered with rouge and gouache, which seemed to be To cover up the mole as big as a bean, the pot-bellied figure was dressed in a bright red cheongsam, and there were two flower rings on the five intestine-like hands. These oranges cost 2.50 cents per pound.

It’s delicious. Give me a pound, please! After weighing the oranges, the woman hurried away.

I didn’t pay much attention and continued to think about what to buy... After a while, the woman walked up to the old man carrying a bag of orange peels and a rotten orange, and smashed it on the table in anger. He cursed loudly about the delicious and fresh oranges. They were not sweet at all and had a bitter taste! Get your money back! The old man was anxious. How could this be possible? This was unearthed locally. It was big and red. How could it have a bitter taste? I didn't know, please return the money quickly! The old man shook his head helplessly and took out the wrinkled piece of money from his pocket and gave it to the woman. The woman grabbed the money and left without delay.

People on the side were talking a lot! This old man is really pitiful. His son has been working away from home all year round and never comes back. Not only do they have to take care of their own livelihood, but they also have to provide for their granddaughter to study. Now this happens again! well! After listening to this sentence, I was deeply touched. An old man in his fifties or sixties fought hard outside regardless of the severe cold or the scorching heat, and never gave up regardless of success or failure. How great he is, how great he is. of respectability.

First grade student at Meicheng Town Middle School, Anhua County, Yiyang, Hunan: Zhou Xiangjuan. 5. An essay about an old man I know well

Before coming to Shenzhen, I had been living in the courtyard with grapevines in my hometown, living with my grandparents and my second sister’s family.

I don’t remember much about my childhood, but in the blur, I can always see the figure of an old man. That's grandma.

I spent most of my time with my grandma, who brought me up. I relied on her very much. She always picked grapes from the garden for me because I liked them, even though those grapes could be exchanged for something else. It was a big bag of rice, but she didn't mind. She picked it off as usual, washed it one by one, and put it in a bowl. She watched me staggering over and picked up the crystal grapes with my young hands. While eating, she would say how sweet it was. Grandma would always smile like a flower when she heard it. Then she would finish her work neatly and come over to tell me a story. She also said, "Eat slowly and pick after eating."

This is grandma, who loves me and loves me. Slowly, I grew up, came to Shenzhen, and left my grandma. I could only see her once a year, and when I did, I wasn’t as affectionate as when I was a child.

I know that the memories of childhood are slowly slipping away, and the grandma in the memory has left with them with the grape vines, but not far away, just like I will be like when I was a child. , I would run over and hold grandma’s hand, but I couldn’t. I could only stand and look at the old man and the grapevines, and I could only do this. I was on the phone with my second sister and heard her say that the grape vines that had been growing for many years had been pulled out and replaced with loofahs. I was very sad because my childhood memories, in addition to my grandma, were of the grape vines in the yard. Now the grape vines Beauty is like the barrier is gone, empty and insecure. I only have my grandma left. My memory can only protect the old man, my grandma.

I am very happy that my grandma has moved here for a while now, because she was my childhood friend, but when we met, I didn’t know what to say. Mu Ran discovered that I was already estranged from her. But grandma is still grandma. She still knows that I like to eat grapes and remembers everything I like. Although her brain is not good, she remembers it so clearly. She can do what even I can't do. This is still amazing in my memory. My grandma, just like when she was a child, can do many things that I cannot do and admire.

The person I am familiar with is my grandma. Although the memory is far away, she is still familiar to me. I will never forget it, just like the grape vines in the yard and the sweet smell of grapes, even if Time will dilute the memory, but it doesn't matter, because I will take these precious memories, take photos, develop them, and stick them in a bright place where time cannot wash away them. 6. Write a composition about an elder

Grandma Time flies by, and the passing time is like the notes jumping between the piano boards, which cannot be dispersed, leaving only a beautiful mystery.

My world has grown up, but there is one corner that has never been closed. It is the attachment to my grandma that has made me no longer hesitate and find the direction of my heart again after experiencing the storm of loneliness. I can't let it go, and I'm not willing to let it go. This beautiful touch never fades and is always treasured in my heart.

When I was a child, I was loved by thousands of people and lived a life of abundant food and clothing. But the greed in my heart always makes me dissatisfied. I love the power to control the wind and rain. I am overbearing, indulgent, and arrogant. Under my grandma's wings, my bad temper has become more and more intense, with no intention of restraining.

However, I always felt that grandma was very annoying and nagging, so the word respect was almost non-existent between us. Life has fallen into a strange circle, and grandma keeps accommodating me. I become more and more arrogant, but I hate grandma more and more, but grandma does everything possible to make me happy.

I lived like this without any regrets, and my bad temper left me with almost no friends in school. A special incident made me gradually change: once, my grandma was squatting on the ground and wiping the floor hard. I wanted to go to another room to get something, but my only way was blocked by my grandma's body.

Indiscriminately, I pushed my grandma to the ground and quickly ran to the next room to get something. There was a "pop" sound, and grandma fell to the ground. It seemed to be in pain, but grandma did not sit up immediately.

Grandpa and I laughed and gloated as if nothing had happened. Grandma slowly got up and leaned on the sofa and cried. Although he was shocked inside, he still followed his grandfather and laughed more happily, still winking.

In the evening, when I ate the buffet with my father and the children of several colleagues, I felt that I didn’t know what to eat. I could clearly see my grandma lying on the ground in a panic, and I could clearly see her eyes that were red from crying, but I was indifferent.

I felt a little cramped in my heart, and I just wanted to finish eating quickly and go home. As expected, grandma was seriously injured and her left arm was obviously unable to move.

As a filial son, my father immediately stepped forward to ask. I thought to myself: This is bad, I should be scolded again. Unexpectedly, grandma actually said that she accidentally fell.

With a sudden click, my heart trembled, and I felt regret, but I didn’t apologize. At night, lying in bed, the events of the day were vividly in my mind, and I couldn't sleep.

When I began to slowly change my temper and learn to be a good granddaughter, everything changed quietly. Grandpa wanted to go back to his hometown for a visit. Before he left, he clearly saw the red circles in grandma’s eyes. So I cried too and almost lost my temper. Everyone thought I was afraid that grandma would no longer take care of me. Maybe only grandma understood the reason. .

As I grow up day by day, my thoughts are constantly changing, and I have begun to understand what "filial piety" means. Another visit to relatives. After returning to my hometown, I no longer bullied grandma, but I no longer clung to her. A trace of sadness seemed to flash in grandma's eyes. She hesitated several times, but said nothing.

For a while, there was always a figure in my dream, locked in a tall red building, calling my name, waiting for me to appear, but I could never see clearly. An accidental eavesdropping made me understand everything: it was my aunt telling my mother about my grandmother's worsening condition on the phone.

Cancer! Looking at the red circles under my mother's eyes, I knew it was definitely not cured without having to guess. That time, something cracked in my heart and was slowly torn apart. I wanted to grab it, but I couldn't.

After grandma's condition was put on hold for a while, a sudden phone call came with bad news. We took a week's leave and hurriedly took the flight to return home. I didn’t have time to eat anything at the airport, so I couldn’t care less about my discomfort and just wanted to go back as soon as possible.

I didn’t see my grandma on the first night. She was transferred to another hospital. Early in the morning on the second day, we rushed to Chengdu Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital without stopping.

Although I thought I was mentally prepared, I was still shocked the moment I stepped into the door of the ward. Grandma's body was full of tubes, she was as skinny as a stick, and her sporadic white hair made her even more emaciated.

Grandma couldn't speak anymore, she just looked at us with her eyes, so desperate, but still showing maternal tenderness, it broke my heart. His face was gray and his hair was white, and he no longer had the vitality he once had.

As the sky grew darker, we were reluctant to leave. In the next few days, I ran to the hospital every day, together with my sisters, to stay with my grandma.

I remember one day, I performed a show of a little flower messenger, which made everyone laugh. Although grandma had no expression and was trembling ridiculously, I was very happy.

Finally, the 7 days have come to an end and we are leaving. For the first time, I felt the pain of separation and death.

After talking to grandma for a few words, I left the room and secretly glanced at grandma again. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to stay with grandma for a while, but I was afraid that if I took one more look, I wouldn’t be able to bear it. Cry bitterly and will be reluctant to leave. Holding back the tears already welling up in our eyes, we left.

After returning, my father told my grandma that we must hold on until the summer vacation and we would visit her again, but grandma was silent on the phone. Could it be that she realized that the end of life would not be that long? Finally, on the eve of summer vacation, the sad news of grandma’s death came over the phone. We were out for fun and slowly walked home without saying a word, but there were silent tears flowing quietly on everyone's face.

After returning home, my father slapped the window screen until it almost fell down, and shed a man's tears. I locked myself in my room and almost broke the door.

I did not attend my grandma’s funeral, but the photos my father brought back made me unable to let go. It was the first time I experienced all this from the standpoint of a living person. What would I do without my grandma? That night, I seemed to grow up overnight, losing all my willfulness and naughtiness.

Since then, I have exuded maturity and understanding beyond my peers. However, the angel who changed me will never come back! Grandma: You know, Yueyue is very sensible now. The teachers all like me and say I am the most worry-free. I have been working hard. I remember saying that I will honor you when I grow up, but now that you are gone, how do you want me to fulfill my promise? However, grandma, the greatest wealth you left me is: be kind and cherish the people in front of you.

Every time I am wronged, I will not cry because I remember you. Grandma, I bought your favorite longan, do you like it? I will buy more next time. 7. Find an essay describing an old man

Lao Wang is the poorest man in the village. He has no house and lives in a shed on the drying ground at the head of the village. He was lean and lean, and his clothes were washed gray and covered with patches. A pair of eyes that are still bright, living alone in the wind and rain.

He is usually speechless, but he always says to everyone he meets: I am Wang San, and I am 62 years old this year!

I am Wang San, I am 63 years old this year!

I am Wang San, I am 64 years old this year!

I am Wang San, I am 65 years old this year!

…

He smiled as he spoke. People in Wuli Sanxiang all know Wang San because of this, and they all know that he makes a living by picking up rags.

One time he suddenly shouted while going through the trash and found a passbook.

He grinned with joy and told everyone he met. Everyone who listened also said: What luck, 50,000 yuan!

He knocked on doors and eventually came out of one empty-handed. This family always talks about Lao Wang's good deeds and good deeds to everyone they meet, and always gives Lao Wang some food during holidays.

The river is frozen in winter, and the naughty children go skating and making holes every day, having a great time. Unexpectedly, great joy gave rise to sorrow. One child fell into the ice cave, and the other children cried and shouted in a panic. Lao Wang was picking up hay by the river when he heard the call for help and ran over.

While rescuing the child, he accidentally slipped and fell into the water. The water was more than half a person deep, so he quickly ordered the children to call the adults. In the end, the child was rescued, but Lao Wang fell into the root of the disease and his health deteriorated. People often visit him, and he always smiles and never forgets to say: I am Wang San, I am 68 years old this year!

Villagers have to pass through this river every time they go to market, wading in the water in summer and stepping in the mud in winter. Someone proposed to build a small bridge, but because the cost needed to be negotiated with neighboring villages, it was difficult to unanimously agree. Therefore, for many years, the small bridge was only in people's dreams.

One day, people found that Lao Wang began to carry stones to the river. As time passed, people discovered that Lao Wang was actually building the bridge alone. The villagers talked a lot, but no one really helped him.

The bridge was finally built. Lao Wang always says to everyone he meets: I am Wang San, I am 73 years old this year!

He was still smiling as he spoke. But he failed to say in the end: I am Wang San, and I am 75 years old this year!

He is dead. There were a lot of people there on the day of the burial, which was considered a relatively large-scale funeral in our village.

I have never heard of another family using Lao Wang to reprimand their children and grandchildren. Many years later, people in Wuli and Sanxiang can still remember this person.

Every time I walk on the bridge and look at the rows of new houses in the village, my heart that is buried deep in the world almost breaks.

Alas, the poorest man in my village has gone...