Excerpts from good sentences and paragraphs describing beggars

Although the society has developed rapidly in recent years, beggars are still everywhere. Below I collected beautiful jokes about beggars for your reference only!

A good article about beggars

1, I was walking in the middle of the stairs when a little beggar suddenly appeared, and I was startled. I saw a plastic cup in my dirty hand. The cup is not big, but it is clean. There is not even a poor coin, but the little hand holding it is shaking slightly.

Just as I turned around, I saw a pair of calloused hands, trembling and picking up a cigarette butt. Before I saw his face, I thought of a quite familiar figure, San Mao? But more specifically, it should be? Old San Mao? exactly

That day, I was reading a book while waiting for the bus at the bus stop. A little girl begging came into my sight. She is about 10 years old, with ragged clothes and messy hair. It seems that she hasn't bathed and freshened up for a long time. With a broken bowl in her hand, she stood not far from me with her head down. A feeling of disgust flooded my mind and I decided to send her away.

The beggar sat against the wall with his head down and could not see any expression. Whether he is meditating, remembering or regretting, everything is puzzling, and only the shabby, old and weird black hat he once begged can be seen in front of him. His clothes seem to have never changed in his life. His white coat is black now, short and naked, like a few rags.

He is dressed very clean, but a little shabby, with a turtle shell backpack on his back. He turned his back on me and just showed me that the zipper of the schoolbag was broken, and all the neat waste paper in it showed a small corner. A big hat? Tube? I grabbed his long hair, only to see him pick up another cigarette end, check it and put it in his pocket?

6. Suddenly, I smelled a foul smell, followed by an old man who looked too old. Really? Why didn't you smell it before you saw it Ah! He's dark? Shine? His face was disheveled, his broken cloth bag was heavy and his back was hunched. He limped step by step and patrolled the road, looking for something useful. When he reached the door of the post office, he stopped looking down, but opened the tattered bag in his hand, rummaged through it with his black hand full of wrinkles like a river ditch, and dug out a transparent bag from the inside. Then, a trembling hand reached into the bag and saw that the bag was full of smoked cigarette butts, one or two centimeters short and only five or six centimeters long. He picked a short one, lit it and took a drag. Maybe he was tired of standing. He squatted down, but one hand was still clutching the broken cloth bag around him. Are you afraid? Missing? . He looked at the pedestrians and vehicles passing by, and his eyes were full of loneliness and envy.

7. In the process of painting, I saw many passers-by around a beggar. I quickly stopped my mother and turned my eyes to the beggar. The beggar is very poor. His left leg is lame and he walks with a limp. He can only walk with the help of others, so I sympathize with him.

8. I walked slowly. Suddenly, I felt a lot heavier under my feet. I looked down and saw that my hair was almost gray, my clothes were ragged and my whole body was dirty. From her vague accent, I learned that she had come to me for money.

9. I was shocked? This is really an incredible truth! In this world, how many disabled people silently benefit the society with their own sweat? Among them, there are famous avalokitesvara bodhisattva and athletes, and there are also obscure and limping community newspaper sellers, but this strong man is willing to sell his precious dignity for money. Suddenly I feel that the image of those disabled people is so tall, but what about under the overpass? Beggar? Is it true?/You don't say. Disabled people? .

10, I began to look at the fallen person in front of me. He is only eight or nine years old. He should be a lively and lovely pupil. His peers may be spoiled in their parents' arms. Maybe you are counting your lucky money sweetly; Maybe? But he, so lonely, begged in the cold winter wind. His figure is thin in the crowds coming and going, and his trunk is smaller in the cold winter, but how many people are willing to stay for him? He looked at me so stiffly that his eyes were full of prayers.

1 1, a tattered dirty clothes, a dull, colorless and smooth crutch and a weak body, staggered to the donation box.

12. In the street, beggars can be seen everywhere. Beggars live by begging. They are in rags, and their hair grows untidy, as if it had not been cut for decades. Ignore every time I pass by. Not only I, but also my parents, relatives and even the whole city ignored their dirty figure.

13. On a stormy day, an old man came into my eyes. He sat on the steps with an aluminum box in front of him, which contained few coins. A gust of wind blew, and the old man couldn't help hugging himself to keep warm. Thin face, a pair of sunken eyes, as if sinking deeper.

14, that day, I saw an old woman lying on the dirty ground in her pajamas with her hands wrapped in gauze. I am in rags. But there are unspeakable vicissitudes in her eyes, and the sadness between her eyebrows is beyond words. There is more than one wrinkle. Perfectly embedded in the old man's face.

15, the man was about seventeen or eighteen years old, dressed neatly, kneeling on his knees, and yellow hair covered most of his face. He was holding a broken porcelain bowl with a missing mouth and a piece of paper in front of him. The four corners of the paper are pressed with a few small stones. It says: I went out begging because my father was ill and had no money for treatment. Please help good people. Passers-by reacted differently, and some said: This child is really poor. ? Then drop a few cents and leave in a hurry; Some people look contemptuous:? Hum, a liar at first glance? ; Some people curled their lips, some spit on the ground, and more people hurried past him as if they didn't see anything.

16. On the road, an old woman looks like a beggar. Her hair has the first three colors, yellow, white and black. And the people in the car he begged only had black and white hair. He turned a blind eye and spat. Grandma limped away and didn't even bother to wipe the saliva left on her clothes. Oh ~ in their world, self-esteem has long since disappeared. Or maybe, in a corner of my heart that is valued but ignored.

17, it's dirty, beggars are dirty, and it's embarrassing. Maybe their hearts are cleaner than anyone else. It's just covered up by a seemingly nasty appearance, perhaps not covered up, but ignored.

18, what is more noticeable is the plastic milk tea box in his hand. The broken box kept bumping in his hand. Judging from the expression of others, it is not just sympathy for him, but a slight embarrassment. Everyone can see that beggars won't leave if they don't want anything I don't want to see that unpleasant scene again.

19 suddenly, my heart melted. Looking at his miserable appearance, I put my hand into my pocket with money. However, what my mother once said clearly echoed in my ears: son, do you know? Some beggars don't take pity. Maybe they go begging during the day, maybe they go somewhere at night.

20. Don't think beggars are different. They are people, secular desires. They share joys and sorrows, ups and downs, and so on. But this ugly world, let them seal that heart, no one can melt it. If anything, maybe they are cleaner than many people.

A good story about beggars

1, suddenly, I smelled a stench, followed by an old man who looked too old, really? Why didn't you smell it before you saw it Ah! He's dark? Shine? His face was disheveled, his broken cloth bag was heavy and his back was hunched.

He wears clean clothes, but a little shabby, and carries a turtle shell backpack on his back. He turned his back on me and just showed me that the zipper of the schoolbag was broken, and all the neat waste paper in it showed a small corner. A big hat? Tube? I grabbed his long hair, only to see him pick up another cigarette end, check it and put it in his pocket?

I began to look at the fallen person in front of me. He is only eight or nine years old. He should be a lively and lovely pupil. His peers may be spoiled in their parents' arms. Maybe you are counting your lucky money sweetly; Maybe? But he, so lonely, begged in the cold winter wind.

4. His figure looks thinner in the crowds coming and going, and his trunk is smaller in the cold winter, but how many people are willing to stay for him? He looked at me so stiffly that his eyes were full of prayers.

At this time, a beggar came not far away, leaning on a branch as a crutch and carrying a thick cotton-padded jacket on a hot day. He staggered to a restaurant and stretched out his rough hands, hoping that people would give her one yuan, which is his daily food expenses!

He limped step by step, patrolling the road back and forth, looking for something available. When he reached the door of the post office, he stopped looking down, but opened the tattered bag in his hand, rummaged through it with his black hand full of wrinkles like a river ditch, and dug out a transparent bag from the inside. Then, a trembling hand reached into the bag and saw that the bag was full of smoked cigarette butts, one or two centimeters short and only five or six centimeters long. He picked a short one, lit it and took a drag. Maybe he was tired of standing. He squatted down, but one hand was still clutching the broken cloth bag around him. Are you afraid? Missing? . He looked at the pedestrians and vehicles passing by, and his eyes were full of loneliness and envy.

7. I was walking in the middle of the stairs when suddenly a little beggar appeared. I was frightened. I saw a plastic cup in my dirty hand. The cup is not big, but it is clean. There is not even a poor coin, but the little hand holding it is shaking slightly.

8. The cold wind poured in from the door, blowing his gray hair, his dark blue cotton-padded jacket with cotton wool exposed, and his thin liberation shoes. He stood there motionless, staring at us and crying quietly, like a statue in the cold wind?

9. It seems that his clothes have never been changed in his life. The original white coat, now black, short, naked, like a few rags.

10, people come and go in the street, all of which are the noisy cries of vendors. At the corner of the food market, there was a beggar in rags, bending down and kneeling on the ground. I looked at him carefully. His hair is gray, sparse and messy, and his face is wrinkled like a knife. His clothes are unbuttoned and tied with a straw rope. I feel a faint burnout on him, as if he were very tired. Beside him stood a shabby bowl, silvery white, with a few coins in it, lying alone.

1 1. A beggar is begging from pedestrians in the corner. Most people who come and go have never really seen him, because he is in rags and his face is gray. The gray color blocked his expression, but failed to block his wrinkles that seemed to have gone through vicissitudes, one by one! It seems to be full of stories and storms! It's just that nobody wants to hear his story!

12, when you came to settle in Huamei, a big one not far away? Black ball? Attracted me. I looked at it curiously, yes! He is a beggar. She was dressed in rags, with a dirty face and messy hair than a chicken nest, sitting on the ground. My sister subconsciously picked up a stone and threw it at her.

13, walking, I suddenly saw a skinny old man sitting at the fork of an overpass not far away, his hands folded, and he looked very cold. The white hair on his head is only a few dazzling silver hairs because of the passage of time and torture. I'm a little flustered. I don't know whether to take the straight road ahead or the footbridge next to it. Yes, I always do. Facing those poor people in my eyes, I don't know how to choose to stay or stay.

14. On this day, I saw an old beggar in rags at the gate of the supermarket with a dull expression. There is also a broken bowl in front of me with some coins in it. The old man is at least seventy years old. He has no bright eyes, and his messy gray hair is covered with snowflakes like hay, which are scattered sparsely. His teeth look strange and ugly, and his skin is as yellow as old bark. He was wearing a greasy coat with a dog stick in his hand. It was dark and he couldn't see his true colors. The button seemed to fall off, so he tied his waist with a hemp rope casually. He swallowed half of the mud in his hand and hurried to beg from passers-by. How small and lonely is his thin figure in the vast sea of people?

15, it rained heavily that day. I rode my bike out of the school gate and saw an old man in rags sitting on the ground. Passers-by and classmates threw money at him I was curious and drove past. This scene surprised me. The old man has no legs, which means that he climbed all the way here. With a quiver in my heart, my hand involuntarily took out the remaining five dollars in my pocket and threw them into the old man's bowl. I knew that no one's conscience could bear this sight, and then I left without looking back.

Beautiful sentences describing beggars

1. In the street, beggars can be seen everywhere. Beggars who beg for a living are sitting on the side of the road. Their dirty hands reach out to us and humbly ask us for money. Their hands are dirty, dressed in rags, and their hair is messy, as if it had not been cut for decades, and they look pitiful. Ignore every time I pass by. Because there are too many deceitful beggars, not only me, but also my parents almost never pay attention to their dirty figures.

2. Beggar, a familiar word. But everyone hates seeing beggars. As for why, Qier doesn't know. Hee hee. Some people say that those beggars are deceptive and should not be believed; He also said that those beggars are pitiful, and as compatriots, they should be given some money.

In the street, the north wind is blowing, so I picked up my hat and walked quickly. ? Fellow villagers, please give me a joke! ? Waves of trembling voice seemed helpless in the roar of the north wind. I stopped and looked in the direction of the sound. A beggar in rags and shivering with cold is begging from pedestrians.

4、? Beggar? You must feel pity at the mention of this word, but I think you also have some beggars in your heart, right? Is there a demon? They are often young and strong middle-aged, and some people are miserable when begging, and they are liars who change their minds after begging.

We walk in the streets, subways, railway stations and even amusement parks, and beggars begging along the streets can be seen everywhere. Some of them are in rags, others are disabled, deaf and blind. These people all look very difficult, but should we give them money or not?

6. There is heavy snow in the street, a mass of white and clusters. There are few pedestrians on the street. Everyone lives at home, and the window is splendid. Outside the window is a vast expanse of whiteness. On the lonely street, there are only leaves crushed by thick snowdrifts. There is also a little girl in the street, dressed in rags, shivering and her face flushed with cold. The whole body curled up in front of a broken bowl. Poor thing! God abandoned her, but gave her a gloomy month, which filled her with sadness but could not shed tears. ? Please, please, good people will be blessed by God. ? The beggar girl has a pleasant voice, but there is no one on the street, pedestrians are in a hurry and the beggar girl is left out in the cold. ? She leaned against the wall. Her face is full of helplessness and disappointment. God has mercy on her. She hasn't eaten for a long time. ?

7. On Saturday, our family went shopping. On the way, we met an old beggar. He is in rags, his hair is messy, and there is a child beside him. The child is a rabbit's lips and sleeps under a rag. This scene makes me feel sympathy and pity. There is only a steamed stuffed bun and a few cents in his broken bowl.

On this special day, I saw a man in rags on my way to the cram school. A beggar with fluffy hair and a sack on his back. Seeing the smell coming from him, I couldn't help but frown, so I slowly walked aside and distanced myself from him.

9. One day, my mother took me to the market. Walking, I saw a man lying on a board in front of me. His hair is messy, his face is dirty, his eyes are dull, and he is wearing a torn and dirty dress. Looking closer, it turned out that his left leg had no feet, and he was reaching out for money from others, and his mouth kept saying: thank you, kind man. Thank you. The good-hearted man turned out to be a disabled beggar. I saw people around me throw pity and sympathy at him. Passers-by all threw money at him, including ten yuan and five yuan? I also gave him two yuan to show my sympathy for him, and soon he received a lot of money.

10, at this moment, a mother-in-law came up to us with a cane in one hand and a small bowl in the other. Shake the bowl, and the shiny coins in the bowl will come and go, making beautiful and harmonious sounds and stimulating our eardrums. I looked at the beggar's mother-in-law carefully. She is thin and dry, like a dried corpse in the desert. A head of white hair is messy, his eyes are cloudy and lifeless, and his whole face is full of bitterness. And that dress, I don't know how long it has been worn, it's dirty. At the foot of her mother-in-law, there is a dark little girl. The girl is about four or five years old and skinny, as if a gust of wind could blow her down. Probably because of long-term malnutrition, hair looks yellow and yellow. As for clothes, they are not much different from that mother-in-law. I sighed softly. I can't help you, can I?

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