The poor old man's composition

In daily study, work or life, everyone has tried to write a composition, which is a narrative way that people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. So how to write a general composition? The following is my collection of poor old people's compositions (8 selected articles), which are for reference only and I hope to help you.

Poor old man's composition 1 It just happened a few days ago. ...

At noon, Sister Qingqing and I were talking and laughing on our way to school, but to our disappointment, it was very hot and we had to go to the opposite shade. Here comes the sprinkler! We are cool and interesting. The fog gradually dispersed, and before we walked a few steps, we saw a scene cooler than water: a poor old man, exhausted, with messy and shiny hair and only a few lonely yellow rays. My clothes are in rags. Holding a broken bowl as dry as an oak branch in her hand, she begged from a young aunt with delicate eyes and joking. Seeing this scene, I suddenly stopped. My aunt ignored me, made an impatient gesture, drove the old woman away, and joked with others. The poor old woman had to retreat helplessly and limped in the other direction ... I felt my eyes moist and covered with fog. "This old man is so poor!" Sister Qingqing felt as if she had taken root under her feet. She said helplessly, "I have seen her, and there is a poor old man still living here!" Poor! " As she spoke, Sister Qingqing pointed to a corner-a place cleaner and cooler than the surrounding area.

I wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes. I said, "Poor thing, there must be many people like them …" I closed my mouth again. We are all sighing silently, the poor old man, who has not enjoyed the happiness of his children, is begging hard everywhere, and his children are unfilial! ! !

Suddenly I thought of my ugly mother-in-law, and went to the vegetable market to pick up leeks to support my family. Suddenly, I seem to understand something. ...

Poor old man's composition 2 Every family will have old people. When they get old, it's time for them to have a full house of children and grandchildren and enjoy leisure at home, but some old people I met in the street are not like this.

On weekends, I go to buy books by myself. It was a fine day and the temperature was moderate in the morning. However, after intense sun exposure, it was still a bit stuffy at noon. If I hadn't walked in the street with an umbrella, my skin would have been sunburned. I looked at the pedestrians around me. They also think it's hot. They either walk in the shade of trees, walk with umbrellas, or cover their faces with their hands. They don't want to be exposed to the sun anyway.

When I needed to cross the road and walk on the overpass, I suddenly saw a scene that made me sad: an old lady in rags and cotton-padded clothes knelt on the overpass, all dirty, and she had been kowtowing to passers-by, but people who came and went around dressed up rarely looked back at her, especially fashionable girls with umbrellas, delicate makeup and high heels. I couldn't bear to part with it, so I gave the rest of the money for books to the old man, leaving only the travel expenses. At the moment when the old man's muddy eyes cast grateful eyes on me, I felt that everything I did was worthwhile.

I hope all the old people can be taken care of by their families, at least let the poor old people begging on the street be less!

The poor old man's composition article 3 today, after class, I made an appointment with my friends to play in the commercial street in the city center. After class, I can't wait to rush out of the classroom and take the bus to the city center. When I arrived at the appointed place, I found that my friends had not come yet, so I decided to look around first.

When I came to the square of the commercial street, I found that although it was late, there were still a large group of people playing in the square. I ate some barbecues with great interest and blew a cool evening breeze in the square, which was very comfortable. Suddenly, I heard some commotion at the end of the square, and there were many people around. I rushed over to see what had happened.

Before I reached the end of the square, I heard someone playing the erhu. Looking closer, it turned out that several old people were begging. More and more pedestrians gather around the old man, and people keep throwing money into the small bowl in front of him. The sound of the old people's erhu is so bleak that it seems to exhaust their inner sadness. After listening for a long time, I also gave my three yuan change to these poor old people. As the saying goes, old people have a sense of security and happiness, but these old people can't even satisfy their own livelihood. I really hope that the relevant departments can properly handle the daily life of these old people, so that these poor old people can really support their lives.

I sincerely wish these poor old people a more comfortable life and a comfortable old age in the future.

It happened a few days ago.

At noon, my sister Qingqing and I talked and laughed on our way to school, but disappointingly, it was very hot and we had to go to the opposite shade. Here comes the sprinkler! We are cool and interesting. The fog gradually dispersed, and before walking a few steps, I saw a scene cooler than water: a poor old man, exhausted, with messy hair and only a few streaks of yellow. His clothes are in rags. She held a broken bowl with a withered hand like an oak branch and begged from an aunt with beautiful eyes and a smile. Seeing this, I immediately settled down. Aunt ignored it, made an impatient gesture, drove grandma away, and joked with others. The poor grandmother had no choice but to limp back. I feel my eyes moist and fuzzy. "Poor old man!" Sister Qingqing felt as if she had been rooted, and said helplessly, "I have seen her, and a poor old man still lives here! Poor! " Sister Qingqing pointed to a corner and said-by contrast, it is cleaner than the surrounding area, and it is a cool little place.

I wiped away my tears. I said, "Poor thing, there must be a lot of people who like them …" I closed my mouth again. We are all sighing silently. The poor old man can't enjoy the happiness of his children, but he is begging everywhere. Children are unfilial!

It suddenly occurred to me that my ugly mother-in-law went to the vegetable market to pick up leeks to support her family. Suddenly, I seem to understand something.

On a clear weekend in Wan Li, Wan Li, my father finally put down his busy work and went shopping with my mother. My mother and I are very happy. It is rare for us to go shopping and eat with our father. Of course, we all jump three feet. When shopping, a strange thing happened, which made us even more chilling.

On the way, our family was very happy, looking at this store and that store happily. At noon in the scorching sun, our whole family was hungry and were preparing to go to a restaurant for dinner. At the entrance of the hotel, an elderly couple were kneeling on the ground and said with a bitter face, "Ah, we raised this son like this. After he returned to his hometown because he had nothing, the old man and I took away all the valuable things, and the money we provided to the old man was also discovered by him and forcibly taken away. " He mortgaged the only house in his family and didn't give us a dime. Now, the old man and I are homeless and penniless. What a sin! I hope you can give me some money for dinner. We won't ask too much. Thank you, kind people ... "Seeing that these two people are so pitiful, my dad immediately took out 100 yuan and gave it to the old couple without hesitation. I can't help sighing that their son is hateful. Such an unfilial son is really raised for nothing!

Oh, what a poor old man! But his son is really poor, and it is estimated that he will only be alienated and penniless in the end, so that he will go to jail to commit crimes. ...

On a clear weekend in Wan Li, my father finally gave up his busy work and went shopping with my mother. My mother and I are very happy. I seldom go shopping and eating with my father. Of course, they are all three feet tall. When shopping, a strange thing happened, which made us feel colder.

On the way, we were all very happy. We looked at this shop and that shop happily. At noon, the sun was scorching, and our whole family was so hungry that we were going to a restaurant for dinner. At the entrance of the hotel, an old couple knelt on the ground and said bitterly, hey, we raised this son like this. He lost his property by gambling. When he returned to his hometown, the old man and I took all the valuable things away. He also found our pension and took it away by force. He also mortgaged his only house and didn't give us a dime. Now, the old man and I are homeless and penniless. What a great sin! I hope you can give me some money for dinner. We don't ask much. Thank you. Hello. ... "Seeing that these two people are so pitiful, my dad immediately took out 100 yuan and gave it to the old couple without hesitation. I can't help sighing that their son hates Chou He. What a waste of money to raise such a filial son!

Oh, what a poor old man! However, his son is really poor. It is estimated that the final result will only be public disobedience and no money, so he will go to jail and commit crimes. ......

Poor old man's composition 7 After dinner tonight, I went to the night market with my mother. There are many people in the night market, and there are crowds everywhere. My mother and I walked in this bustling night market and felt very lively.

Suddenly I turned around and saw an old man curled up in the corner next to the street shop. She looks very old, her face is wrinkled, her hair is dirty and messy, and she is wearing an out-of-season dress, which makes people look uncomfortable.

In front of the old man, there is a broken bowl with some odds and ends of money in it. The old man doesn't know whether to beg here for a long time or wander here. When people around them saw the old man, most of them showed disgust on their faces and rushed sideways, as if afraid of being contaminated with something unclean.

My mother gave me some small change as a sign for me to send it to the old man. When I put the change into the old woman's broken bowl, she looked up and smiled at me, her muddy eyes filled with grateful eyes.

I feel sorry for the old man. All we can give her is a drop in the ocean. I hope she can find her own place as soon as possible and stop wandering the streets like this.

I met a special old man when I moved into a new house. He has gray hair and always wears a faded black suit, which is a bit dirty. Every time I see him, he always has a cigarette in his mouth. He lives alone with his grandson.

He gets up early every day, rides a rusty bicycle, and takes his grandson to a small shop on the side for breakfast. After dinner, he sent his grandson to kindergarten to start his day.

He opened a large vegetable garden alone in the open space on the edge of the community. He wears a hat and carries a big bucket to water and fertilize the vegetable garden. When harvesting, he didn't forget to send us some fresh vegetables, but gave him money. He always refuses to give us a penny. In this way, we met the old man.

One night when I went out for a run, I accidentally found the old man rummaging through every trash can in the community under the dim street lamp, found some plastic bottles and cans, put them in a big bag on his back, took all the useful things away, and went home with the bag.

Later, I accidentally asked my mother why the old man had no children. Mom said that the old man's children may have gone to work in other places and left him a house to live with his grandchildren. Alas, the old man is poor, too. He has no one to accompany him.

Later, as the old man got older, his straight back was hunched, and a little black hair on his hair turned white. He never appeared in the vegetable field again, which was planted by another old man. I think he may be ill. What about his grandson?

Alas, the old people have a hard time. When he is enjoying his leisure life, there are no children around him, so he should take pains to bring a small one. Poor thing!