Stranger composition

In daily study, work or life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with writing, and people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange with the help of writing. So, how to write a composition? The following is my collection of strangers' compositions, welcome to share. Stranger composition 1

In the vast sea of people, there are always some unforgettable shadows. There was a fake beggar who left an indelible impression in my heart.

Last weekend, my brother and I went to "Datong China" by bus. After getting off the bus, a beggar in rags first caught our eye. I saw that his clothes were constantly "fluttering" in the autumn wind, which was already incomplete and extremely thin. It can be described as skinny! There is a donation box in front of him, with lines of painful and crooked words written on it.

my nose ached, and I took out a ten-dollar bill from my pocket. I just wanted to put it in the box, but my brother grabbed me by the first hand, pulled me into a corner and confiscated the ten-dollar bill again!

"What are you doing!" I cried indignantly, "He is so pitiful, shouldn't he be subsidized?" "Poor"? My brother snorted. "Your life may not be as good as his!"

I don't understand why you say this, so I have to follow my brother to the supermarket first.

After shopping, it was near dusk, and when I walked out of the supermarket gate, the beggar was still begging for money. Occasionally, people in 3322 stopped to take out various coins and put them in his box. Under the backdrop of dusk, that thin face seems to add a layer of sadness. I couldn't bear it any longer. I dropped the remaining ten yuan in my pocket into his box with a quick step. "I kowtowed to you." Say that finish, a Xiangtou "dong" had to knock to the ground. When I looked up, a dusty and vicissitudes face reflected in my eyes, and my heart seemed to shake, and an inexplicable sadness welled up in my heart like a spring. "Come back! What stupid things are you doing! " My brother cried eagerly. I hurried back, but I got a scolding. My brother told me not to be blinded by the present situation. Some things are not as simple as we saw.

As the night grew darker, the pedestrians on the street became less and less. At this moment, the beggar stood up, looked around, slowly turned into a small alley and walked step by step to a tobacco hotel. He tore open the mouth of the box on the counter, gulped out the money, and scattered notes and coins all over the counter. He chose a bottle carelessly. That sad face turned out to be so mean. In order to make money, it is really sad and hateful to pretend to be poor, deceive the people, beg everywhere and give up the dignity of being a human being, instead of relying on one's own labor! Stranger composition 2

Mom and Dad are businessmen, and they receive many people every day. Among hundreds or thousands of faces, there is one face, and I have been afraid for five or six years.

He is tall and has a beer belly all day, but his blue shirt is neatly dressed, with no dirt at all. It's terrible to be clean. His eyes are staring at me, and his normal voice sounds like yelling at me. There has always been a voice echoing in my heart: I am afraid of him, very afraid, very afraid!

at first, I was so close to my mother that I didn't even dare to go out, for fear that he would suddenly speak to me. But every time I didn't like it, he yelled at me after the conversation, which made my face turn blue and white for a while, and sometimes even tears almost fell unwillingly. In my eyes, it is like a bad guy, and I am afraid of bad guys. Then I had an idea: since I can't fight him, can't I avoid him?

So, when she came, I carefully hid under the table. Of course it's boring. I can't stretch my legs under the table. Although I feel very uncomfortable, I am determined not to come out.

once I fell asleep, I found it would kill time, so I got under the table and fell asleep every time he came. It was a good day when he didn't yell at me.

I've been hiding like this for two years. I don't know which day he won't come. At first, I was so happy that I wanted to roll on the ground. Later, I felt bored, not only because no one bought me snacks and toys, but also because no one played with me. That day, I was really sad.

it's not like he came back in the past few months. This time, instead of hiding from him, he laughed and said, "Why don't you hide under the table?" "Played the bad guy for five or six years, suddenly became a gentle good guy, and I finally stopped being afraid of him. It turns out that it is very difficult for a good person to play a bad person for six years. It is really difficult. Thank you, the familiar stranger! Stranger composition 3

I still remember one thing that I will never forget that year.

that summer vacation, typhoon "anemone" landed in Zhejiang, and it was "bullying" on our side. At that time, many crops were damaged. That day, the wind howled. Grandpa and grandma were careful that the eggplant seedlings at home were blown down, so they rode a tricycle to the fields to have a look.

But just after riding a corner, because the front of the car is heavy, the back is light, and the road is slippery in rainy days, the car accidentally turned over to the water bamboo field in front. That day, we were playing in Dongyang. At that time, although grandma was bleeding, she was still conscious and called us. Although grandpa was fine, he was frightened by the scene in front of him and stood there motionless. We told grandpa to send grandma to Shang Hu hospital quickly. However, as soon as they arrived at the hospital, they said that there was no cure. They only bandaged grandma and said that they had to go to Pan 'an Hospital.

we came back as soon as we got the call. However, in such bad weather, where can I get a car to Pan 'an? Grandpa stood on the side of the road and waited for a long time. Finally, a car came. Grandpa came forward to explain the reason to the owner. Unexpectedly, the owner readily agreed and took grandma with him.

We got a phone call from grandpa saying that we have a car and we are approaching Pan 'an. After hearing this, I was overjoyed and thought: When I get to the hospital, I must thank the car owner and take my grandmother to the hospital. When we got to the hospital, grandma was already in surgery, but the kind-hearted man had already left and helped us pay part of the medical expenses. The doctor told us that there was nothing serious. We listened, and the hanging heart was finally put down.

as the saying goes, a drop of water is rewarded by a spring. If there was no stranger at that time, grandma could not get effective treatment. Although I don't know who the stranger is, I still want to say to him, "Thank you!" " Stranger composition 4

When strangers are mentioned, some people will be afraid, while others will be grateful. So how do you treat strangers?

According to the materials, strangers can bring us some necessary help, but also bring us some harm. There are slogans about strangers everywhere in our lives, and we will meet strangers as soon as we leave home. We can't live without strangers, and we have to deal with strangers from time to time.

Strangers teach us a lesson. We can't trust what strangers say. It's not always good to say yes.

When you want to go from one place to another, don't talk to a stranger when he flatters you, woos you to take his car, and says how much it will cost you less to take his car, so you will be cheated. As shown on TV, it is very harmful to your own safety and property to gain others' trust with sweet words and then deceive others. In fact, there are many such examples in life, which often warn us not to trust strangers' words, saying yes is not necessarily good.

American jurist Friedman said, "Strangers protect us and help us." Although strangers bring us harm, sometimes strangers are protecting us.

When criminals put our lives and property at risk, the police helped us arrest the criminals and protected our lives and property. When you are sick, the doctor asks you to be caring and attentive, treats you and ensures your health; When the fire broke out, the firemen tried their best to help us put it out. Are these people familiar to us? Aren't they strangers to us, too?

Remember when the earthquake struck Wenchuan, Sichuan in 28, all the people's soldiers, volunteers and angels in white were different and strangers to the compatriots who suffered from the disaster? Just after the earthquake, they all risked the aftershock to rescue their compatriots in the ruins, and comforted them, encouraging them to live strong and bravely, never giving up, and letting the flowers of life bloom in every corner of the ruins. I'm afraid everyone remembers the touching scenes in the earthquake! In that earthquake, how many strangers donated money and materials to help those compatriots who suffered from the disaster.

I think strangers are good and bad for us, sometimes the advantages outweigh the disadvantages. Besides, we can't stay away from strangers everywhere.

We want to thank those caring strangers who helped us. Stranger composition 5

It's still the clear sky in Wan Li, it's still a person of my own, it's still the child abandoned by my family. Those changes that haven't changed, those that I'm used to, it doesn't matter. Those original ones make me feel at a loss, and my ears are still ringing-starry night talk, so many strangers make their feelings public, those warm memories make me feel distressed, and those feelings R22 that I can't let go; As they say-women don't have to be so smart, but they must not be stupid and don't expect to rely on others to give alms, because reality has materialized love. Because I don't know, I don't know how to face so much helplessness, so what if the sun is shining, so what if the tears are flooding, and the days are still the same. Listen to the stranger's > Will the story feel that the world is so horrible, or am I so simple? I am distressed at trying to be strong. But I also understand that when something becomes a habit, it doesn't matter what.

Hello, stranger, put down your pride and listen to me. How can we talk about love now? The world is too realistic. All love depends on material things. My mother told me that people are thinking about what to do after divorce before they get married. The world now discriminates against women. Don't simply believe in love. If you are not pure enough, you won't have pure love. Love at school and love at work will have different results. Love on campus is carefree and unrestrained, always thinking that a test paper can't determine a person's life, so let it be R22; I went to work and thought about how to live a good life every day, so I worked hard to make money and learned to neglect R22. We just need to hold on, but how many couples really hold on? Stranger, learn to be confident. For me, confidence means "I'm sorry, I think I'm beautiful". But everyone has their own way of expression. Everyone has to rely on themselves all his life. No one will help you R22 if you don't work hard. If you protect yourself too much, others can't hurt you, but they also bind your hands and feet. Everything has a good side and a bad side. I just experienced it before some people. And those who have returned will be wronged one day. At that time, they suffered a hundred times more than me, and my grievance at that time was nothing to me. Thank them ...

Hello, stranger. Remember at all times-never be a hypocrite, because you will never be suitable. Stranger composition 6

Z and I met on the Internet.

We have the same hobbies and similar personalities, and we got to know each other almost immediately. When asked about age, we are one year apart, but when it comes to academic qualifications, we have crossed junior and senior high schools. I was curious, but I didn't ask questions. After all, the network and reality are different, and non-interference seems to be a tacit understanding.

who will completely show their real selves to strangers? I take this for granted, but at the same time I feel a little sorry for Z. After all, our similar personality is actually our disguise-I am not as optimistic and cheerful as her.

Not long after I got along, I encountered an unprecedented blow in reality, and great pressure came one after another, but there was nowhere to pour it out. Helpless in every way, I poured some bitter water on Z. Fortunately, she didn't think I was rude, but tried to appease my emotions and took out a sincere treatment under the mask. In this way, with her help, I walked the hardest part and got to know each other better. When we walked together in a strange street and had breakfast at her dining table, I thought that we were not limited to "netizens" for a long time, and we were different from the real little sisters. We were strange old friends who met at sea and regarded each other as a solid lighthouse. When we talk, autumn is autumn, rain is rain, and she is the color of poetry in my eyes.

when I stay up late to do my homework, Z will be accompanied by Mai, and neither of them will make a sound, except for the occasional sound of turning pages. On one occasion, Z went to bed early because of physical discomfort, but I received her coffee takeaway when I was struggling alone; She is such a gentle and delicate person, but I am a little lost. She melts my rugged, but where can I find the volcano deep in her spirit? I have never encountered the pain of Z.

As luck would have it, in a conversation, I learned that Z had dropped out of school for three years. I was shocked and asked why. Z was rare and temporarily speechless. Then, in a relieved tone, he said, "At that time, I was diagnosed with severe depression."

I just know that she is so lonely, but she never shows her loneliness, as if it were a cheap and unavoidable misfortune. Loneliness is a rare and noble harmony, and walking alone is a symbol of clear water mist.

We finally know each other calmly, but we are still strangers. We constantly explore and know each other, jumping from one abyss to another, and redeeming each other. To me, Z will always be a familiar and intimate stranger. Stranger composition 7

We travel in a busy city every day, and we never have time to take care of strangers around us. But once, I happened to meet a kind stranger, and my heart was deeply touched.

It was a Sunday, and my father took me to the library to read. Because I ate a lot of French fries in the morning and sat on the subway, I was thirsty and rummaged through my schoolbag, only to find that I forgot to bring water.

I have swallowed almost all the saliva, but I am still thirsty. I lay quietly on my father's lap, having no strength to speak. Dad looked at me helplessly and said kindly, "I'm almost there. Hang in there?" I nodded quietly, squeezed a little smile on my face and asked slowly, "How many stops are there?" Dad said embarrassedly, "There are still six stops left to sit at the terminal." The smile on my face became depressed at once. I tugged at my clothes with one hand and pinched my pants with the other. I couldn't cry if I wanted to. There was no water!

After three more stops, I felt my throat was on fire. At this moment, an uncle got on the bus. He was wearing a white shirt and a pair of glasses, and his mouth was raised. He looked elegant and sunny. He sat opposite me.