In daily study, work or life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with compositions. Compositions can be divided into narrative essays, expository essays, practical essays and argumentative essays according to different genres. In order to make it easier and more convenient for you to write essays, here are the essays of an old man that I have collected and compiled for reference only. You are welcome to read them. An old man's composition 1
There is a group of "naughty ghosts" who often play tricks in our yard. And what they hate most is Grandpa Li, who is in charge of hygiene. The "naughty ghost" also gave Grandpa Li a nickname - "Old Man Po Jiao". In fact, he didn't realize it, but she walked very fast, so the "naughty ghost" called him "Old Man Po Jiao".
Grandpa Li often wears rustic clothes and a pair of cloth shoes that are several years old. So the "naughty guy" only dislikes him. Once, the "naughty guys" and I went to play with an old wooden chair as a big horse and ride on it. Just when we were having fun, "Old Man Pojiao" came. When we were playing with a chair that was being repaired, we yelled: "This is not a playground, this is a chair that is being repaired. What should others do if they want to sit on it? If you were this chair, how would you feel?" "Isn't it just a chair? That's it!" I whispered. "Old man Pojiao" said again: "Isn't it just a chair! This is also national property. Go back and reflect on it!" We left angrily, and we immediately had another idea: play on the side of the road. As we walked, we thought that we would reach the road before we knew it.
We played it for a while and then it got boring. So we had a new bold idea: go to the other side of the road to play. We thought we would pass easily, but no one wanted to be the first to pass. Finally, He Qingyu volunteered to come first. Unexpectedly, he was hit by a bicycle before he had taken three steps. We all panicked. At this moment, "Old Man Pojiao" Oh, no, it's Grandpa Li. He rushed forward and pulled He Qingyu back, returned him to his home, and gave He Qingyu medicine. From then on, people in the yard politely called him "hygienist", but we called him "Grandpa Li" more affectionately.
I was surprised that an old man from the countryside had this kind of helpful quality, but we didn’t have the motherly heart of the old man. An Old Man's Composition 2
Once, my father bought me a new bicycle. I couldn't wait to ride and eat.
I came to the development area, where there was a large fountain pool. I just rode around the fountain pool. Suddenly a car came speeding by, because I only looked at the bottom of my feet, not the front. A car came in front, and the car in front honked, which shocked me. It was almost my first time riding a car. New car. And I was riding very fast. Because the floor under my bicycle is not cement, but tiles, because it is very slippery. A sudden brake. The car swung sideways and I "flyed" out. I happened to hit a rock. My head was bleeding, my legs were bleeding, and my car was flying. I burst into tears. At that time, three or four old people were sitting near me, and one old man saw that I had a "car accident." I stood up immediately and ran toward me. The old man shouted: "Don't move, or you may break your bones." I didn't move, and the old man slowly helped me up. After I stood up, the old man helped me on a chair. . The old man walked over to my car, helped me up, and pushed the car in front of me. I was very scared, thinking: My father just bought me a car, but it broke after just one ride, and my father didn’t even beat me. The old man pushed my car over and said, "There's nothing wrong with the car."
The old man suddenly became anxious because he saw my head bleeding. The old man asked me: "Do you know your family's phone number?" I nodded, and I gave my family's phone number to the old man, and my mother came soon. The old man saw my mother coming. The old man held me up while my mother hurriedly rode the bike. The old man said: "You go and get it. I'll help you look after the car. I'll ask the reporter for the old man's car later." My mother nodded and took me to the hospital on her bicycle.
I am here to thank this old man for helping me. An Old Man's Composition 3
Compared with ordinary people, lonely old people who live in poverty will encounter many difficulties in life, and their activities may even be limited due to family and financial shortcomings! Therefore, they lose self-confidence and self-esteem, and always feel that they are inferior to others.
That day, I took 5 yuan to the stationery store to buy a pen. On the way I met a lonely old man. Po Po's thin face was covered with dense wrinkles. The wrinkles were like being carved with a knife, and it seemed that they could not be removed no matter what. His clothes were disheveled, in tatters, and there were a few traces of mending. There is still heavy dust on it. Only the stall in front of him made him look respectable.
I looked at him and felt very pitiful. He must have suffered a lot. So I gave him 5 yuan and left in a hurry. He took the money and thanked me very much and said repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you."
On the way home, I thought as I walked: The old man regards other people's charity as his dependence on life, and it is impossible for him to get something for nothing. Only with self-respect, self-reliance, and self-confidence in adversity can we win the respect of others, live a wonderful life, and have the hope of becoming a rich man. I must help the old man regain his self-esteem.
So I returned to the stall, squatted down and said, "Look, I forgot, you are the seller and I am the buyer. I just paid you, so you should pick one thing." As I said that, I picked a wooden stick for picking out ears. Said: "Poverty is not terrible. What is terrible is the loss of self-esteem in the face of poverty. I believe that as long as you find your self-esteem, you are just a wandering millionaire now."
I and I This old man’s business is unforgettable and has benefited me a lot. He taught me that dignity is a priceless treasure. It can turn beggars into millionaires and millionaires into beggars. An Old Man's Composition 4
There is an open space downstairs in my house, and the person in charge of cleaning it is an old woman. She seemed ordinary, but over time, I changed my view of her.
The old woman’s surname is Hu and she is about 70 years old. Although she has white hair and wrinkles on her face, she is very energetic and smiles every day.
Although the salary for sweeping this area is very low, Grandma Hu is serious and responsible for this job. Every time she cleaned, she hunched over, squinted her eyes, and used a big broom in her calloused hands to clean carefully, not missing a corner. A resident spit out chewing gum on the ground, and Grandma Hu slowly dug it out with her hands. Sometimes, when she saw the walls were dirty, Grandma Hu would bring a rag and wipe them clean even though it was not her job. Therefore, I have deep respect for Grandma Hu.
Grandma Hu is not only serious and responsible for her work, but she also always cares about everyone around her. Once, I took the 2-year-old son of the aunt upstairs to play in the open space. Unexpectedly, while chasing with his companions, he tripped over a small stone and burst into tears. Just when I was at a loss, Grandma Hu happened to come to sweep the floor. Seeing this scene, Grandma Hu quickly put down the broom, walked over quickly, hugged her little brother into her arms, and said in a soft voice: "Good boy, stop crying. It will be fine in a while...". The little brother gradually stopped crying amidst her patting and coaxing. Then, Grandma Hu checked the wound on the little brother's knee. When she saw that it was OK, she took out a candy from her pocket and gave it to the little brother. Then she sent her little brother home. After doing this, Grandma Hu immediately started working again. When I stepped forward to thank her, Grandma Hu waved her hands repeatedly and said, "Nothing, just a small favor!" After that, she turned around and continued sweeping the floor. At this time, in my eyes, Grandma Hu's short figure instantly became much taller.
Grandma Hu’s noble qualities of being conscientious and caring for others make me deeply respect her. Are you reading this article the same as me? An Old Man's Composition 5
In the winter afternoon, the rare sunshine shrouds the city in a distant manner with an indifferent attitude, just like a pair of eyes that once wandered around but are now completely forgotten. . I wandered through the criss-crossing alleys, wandering, listening to my lonely footsteps.
After a long time, I walked into a deep alley.
There was a tree growing on the lawn covered with dead leaves. Its leaves have all fallen off, and the trunk has branched out into countless branches, extending to both sides. There is no lushness, no flowers, and no fruits. It stands so indifferently, breaking up the vast sky. From time to time, a few birds rest in it. On the branches, there was a few whining sounds, and as if it couldn't bear the cold silence, it flew towards the sky. Sitting on the bench under the tree was an old man with a serene face, wearing a big gray puffy coat and a red scarf. His hair was full of silver, like the white frost sprinkled by the moon. She just sat quietly under the big tree, sitting in the sunshine, sitting in the time, squinting her eyes slightly, as if taking a nap. She always accepted the chirping birds, the noisy wind, and the noisy people kindly, with no waves on her face carved by the wind, frost, rain and snow. A little depressed, but it is indescribably solemn, which makes you feel a sense of respect. Here, it seems that you can let go of all the worldly things.
I stood at the entrance of the alley, stunned for a long time, as if I was an uninvited guest, intruding into the tranquility belonging to the old man. At this time, a middle-aged woman walked towards the old man and called her gently, as if she was her daughter. I suddenly came back to my senses, hurriedly walked away as if nothing had happened, and looked back with a little nostalgia. I looked at the old man again, but he was blocked by the building. And what am I missing? Even I don't know.
Such a brush with the past, such a peaceful confrontation with the present, is like a dead tree, which has experienced spring flowers, autumn moon, midsummer and cold winter, looking down on the cycle of life and death, and the context of life has been clearly drawn.
In fact, life is just a journey from birth to death, and the long process during this period is just for us to go from fearing death to accepting death. Everyone will grow old eventually. At that time, an old man and a dead tree will accompany him for the rest of his life. An Old Man's Composition 6
The Mid-Autumn Festival is here, and I am looking forward to another full moon night.
At night, I rushed out the door, imagining the silvery moon, which kept shining bright light on my body. However, my dream was ruthlessly washed away by the raindrops. The desolate and damp concrete floor outside the house greedily absorbs water. The raindrops are still hitting the ground, gradually getting smaller and smaller. The heavy and large raindrops are now slowly melting into thin and long silver strips. Sliding towards the ground. My hair was a little wet and I subconsciously raised my head to look at the bright moon. However, all I saw was a blackened sky with no bright spots. It was as bare as a movie screen in disrepair. Every dark cloud was a black hole. It was as if the moon was swallowed by him.
In the distance, in the rain, I vaguely saw an old man and a little naughty boy. The old man with a kind face was teaching the child to practice calligraphy. I could see that the calligraphy brush was a wolf hair that he had treasured for many years. Suddenly, the distant rain woven into the clock hands and rotated, forming a vortex. After settling down, it was another scene. It was still the old man, but the child seemed to have matured a bit. The two of them were walking on the moss-covered bluestone. The old man's mouth and gestures seemed to be introducing the poetry of this ancient city. The picturesque but profound history, the green bricks, green grass, green trees and overlapping moss marks seem to be telling the unforgettable past. They disappeared at the end of the green and rushed to another time and space. The old man came out of the black hole and got closer and closer to me. He stretched out his vicissitudes of hand and invited me to wander around the world and review history. However, the black hole forcefully dragged it in. Isn't it enough for you to swallow the moon?
Suddenly, I thought, isn’t that my grandpa? He is very knowledgeable and is my first teacher. Speaking of which, I haven't called him since the beginning of school. I wonder if there are a few more silver threads on his head, and if the wolf hair pen is covered with a few layers of dust. I have no way of knowing. All I can do is here. On a moonless night with a full moon, I miss my relatives far away.
The rain keeps falling, and I don’t know when it will stop, unless my thoughts can fill the black hole. Composition of an Old Man 7
Whenever I hear that burst of happy singing in the room, I know that it must be my Santa Claus singing, which was given to me by a good friend of mine. What a gift!
I approached it. Its red hat was as beautiful as if it had been painted, its white beard was as clean as the white clouds in the sky, and the mouth organ it was playing was so exquisite.
It is singing a song, and the clear and sweet singing makes the listeners know at once that it has no worries and that it is a happy and joyful person every day. It not only makes itself happy, but also makes others happy. Whenever it plays the mouth organ, no matter how sad or sad the listener is. They will also calm down and smile happily when they see Santa Claus performing all his funny actions! When another switch is pressed, Santa Claus opens and closes his mouth, spitting out comforting words. This is, even a person with a bad temper will show his gentle, amiable and respectable side.
While listening to the happy old man singing, my thoughts suddenly drifted to the evening when I got Santa Claus. At that time, when I was in panic because of my broken hand, I didn’t want to talk to other people. I was really like a hunter trapped in a valley, trying to escape from the valley, but there was nothing I could do. Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door. It turned out that it was my good friend Wang Zhekai who came to visit me. When he saw that my face was full of sadness, like a terminally ill patient, he immediately took out the Santa Claus and said he could help me Be happy. I was dubious and immediately turned on the switch. Sure enough, the music played by the old man was like a divine song. It made me feel relaxed and happy all of a sudden, without a trace of worry or fear, and I felt that my whole body was full of strength. Seeing that I suddenly became energetic, he smiled and said to me, "Come on!" I nodded heavily.
After the operation, that Santa Claus has been accompanying me, making me happy day by day and no longer feeling sad. Although the Santa Claus has become a toy to others, for me To me, this is a precious friendship! This is a happy and unforgettable memory! Composition of an Old Man 8
In life, there will always be someone who is unforgettable for you. This person regardless of age or closeness, maybe it is such a small gesture that makes you remember it and makes you remember it. Unforgettable, and the person who makes me unforgettable is an old man.
The old man is so old. There is not much white hair left on his head, but it is still sparsely decorated on his head. His eyes are deep-set, and his eyelids follow his blink. His eyes were full of creases when he closed them, his eyes moved very slowly, and his eyes were cloudy, as if he was telling countless stories that had happened in his life. His forehead is also covered with horizontal and horizontal wrinkles, and his face reveals the vicissitudes of life, giving people the impression of being thorough and calm after years of accumulation.
I see him on the roadside every day when I go home from school. I don’t know what he is doing sitting there. He did nothing, just sat there quietly, as if listening to the wind, looking at the water, or watching a movie.
I pass by there every day, and every time I look at him, I am a little curious and curious about the story that happened to him. Finally one day after school, I quietly approached him and quietly sat next to him.
He still didn’t move, so I sat next to him. He seemed to be completely unaware of my arrival. I called softly: "Hello, Grandpa." As soon as I finished speaking, he looked over at me, but didn't speak.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward. I felt that since I was curious about him, I should be the one to start the topic. So I spoke again and said, "Grandpa, I see you sitting here every day." I only meant half of what I said, but this time he answered right away. He said: "My youngest son is here."
To be honest, I didn't understand what he meant at first, but he later explained that it was his son who was here some time ago. Several children were rescued from the waters, but his son never came up again.
When my grandfather told me about this incident, his face was full of sadness. It was a father's longing for his son.
From then on, I would talk to this old man for a while after school every day.
An Old Man's Composition 9
I saw the process from Lop Nur's prosperity to being filled with the smell of death one by one, and the scenes are all vivid in my mind. I have something to say about this
You may not be able to appreciate how prosperous Lop Nur was about a century ago, but you know that Lop Nur today is so unsightly and terrifying. Don't you feel confused? Why has it changed so much in such a short period of time?
It was an oasis of life before and was called the Fairy Lake. What is this concept? It's a place like a fairyland. But now, it can be said to be a place of death with incomparable accuracy! Looking around, there is no tree, stream, or even grass in the endless Gobi Desert. There is not a single bird in the sky because no bird dares to fly over this area.
And all of this is because of us! We humans! I don’t know why our greedy heart never stops, but words such as consideration and conscience are never associated with nature. We will only continue to demand from nature, and constantly explore the advantages that are beneficial to ourselves, hoping that we will never be the ones who suffer. But we are ignorant! Aren’t we ourselves responsible for the ultimate consequences of our selfishness and greed?
Don’t our hearts hurt when we see pieces of extremely beautiful and extremely charming natural scenery disappearing before our eyes? Please save us ignorant humans! Please let this not get worse and save these natural scenery that have been destroyed by us! Let people wake up from their ignorance!
Lop Nur is just an example of ours, but it is true that there are more and more situations like Lop Nur. In order to prevent terrible consequences from happening, please work together to save those gradually disappearing scenery. ! An Old Man's Composition 10
If you ask me who is the person who impressed me the most? I will tell you without hesitation that he is an old man who sweeps the streets. He has white hair, a face full of wrinkles, a pair of narrow eyes, and a mouth full of yellow teeth; he always wears a thin shirt, a pair of trousers with patches on the knees, and a pair of broken slippers. His attire seemed inappropriate for this new street.
That day, my mother and I took the bus to buy clothes on the street. On the bus, a touching thing happened. I remember that I grabbed a seat on the bus. At this time, a young man came up and started to check the tickets. The young man took out a children's ticket and gave it to the conductor. After the conductor looked at the ticket, he laughed and said, "You all You're so old, and you're fooling me with a child ticket?" As soon as the conductor finished speaking, a burst of laughter broke out in the carriage. The young man said shyly: "I'm sorry, I am a disabled person. Aren't the fares the same as children's tickets?" The conductor suspected that the young man was telling a lie: "What can prove that you are a disabled person?" The young man After taking off his shoes, everyone suddenly realized that this young man only had half the sole of his right foot.
The conductor didn’t even look at it, and said in a mocking tone: “What I want is your disability certificate, do you have it?” The young man said: “Because my home is in the countryside, and today is the "I'm here to apply for this disability certificate." The conductor said, "I only authenticate it. Either buy a ticket or get off the bus."
At this time, an old man stood up and said, "You are not a man." ?" The conductor said, "Of course I am a man." "Then show your manhood certificate!" The conductor said, "I am standing here, everyone can see it." The old man said, "We don't know. Only identification is required."
The conductor finally realized that he was wrong and quickly asked the disabled young man to sit at his desk.
At this time, I recognized this old man as the street cleaner. Even though he was old and ugly, his heart was still so bright! An Old Man's Composition 11
I often hear adults say that individual traders love to lie.
They add some sugar to the moldy flour to make a paste and sell it as honey. They add enough water to the chicken belly before selling it. They sell it for seven taels per pound... Gradually, I also feel that businessmen are all mercenary, otherwise how could there be "" What about the saying "No businessman, no traitor"? It wasn't until I met the old man who mended shoes that my opinion changed 360 degrees.
Recently I have been running and jumping a lot, which has caused a tear in the outer edge of the shoes on my feet. After school that day, my father took me with my shoes to find an old shoemaker who often set up a stall near my home to mend shoes. I planned to spend a few dollars to mend them and make sure they could be worn for another season.
The cold wind blew with raindrops. People braved the wind and rain and hurried home. From a distance, I saw an old man under a simple awning who had packed up his tools and was about to go home. When the father saw it, he hurried over and said, "Old man, can you mend our shoes? The children need to wear them for school tomorrow." The old man looked at the gloomy sky, hesitated, and said, "Okay." I opened the shoe repair box, and as soon as I sat down, I picked up my shoes and slit them. I looked at this old man carefully. His snow-white hair and yellow face were full of deep and shallow wrinkles. His eyes were no longer clear and he always had to squint when doing work. He held the shoes in one hand and the thread in the other, sewing skillfully stitch by stitch. After a while, the hole was mended, but he hadn't finished yet. He sewed the entire edge of the shoe on the shoe nailing machine, and said to himself: "The child's feet are strong, and the shoes must be sewn stronger." I was standing aside. Silently thinking: Humph, isn’t it just to charge us more money?
The shoes were finally mended. The old man handed over the shoes and said: "Give me 1 yuan." I handed over the ten yuan prepared in astonishment and repeated: "Just 1 yuan?"
"Haha, you think I want it. Is it missing?" the old man said as he handed over the change with his rough, withered hands wrapped with white tape. "We don't care about these few dollars. Now we old people have local security and have enough food and clothing. The stall is just for your convenience! "The old man's simple words were like a small hammer, hammering into my heart... An old man's essay 12
One day in June this year, when I was walking alone, I met an old man who set up a street stall.
That day, the weather was extremely hot and there was no wind at all. And I was not used to staying at home, so I took a slow walk in the shade, walking under the lush trees. Although there is no sun in these places, my heart seems to be surrounded by the fierce sun. The weather was so hot that I raised my head and looked around to see where there was a herbal tea shop.
Hi, I found it.
With excitement and joy, I quickly came to the herbal tea shop in three steps and then two steps. The heat inside can finally be released! I said anxiously: "I want a cup of herbal tea." Sitting there, he said in a light tone: "Okay, please wait a moment." He stood up and gave me a cup of herbal tea. When he was walking, I noticed that his legs were limping. The more I looked at him, the more pitiful he became. When he handed me the tea, I noticed another pair of hands like withered vines. I raised my head blankly to see his face. It was a dark, wrinkled face with irregularly squinted eyes, eyebrows, a high bridge of nose, a thick mouth and a pair of contours. Larger ears. "Hey, kid, here it is." I could see that I was confused. When he shouted, I quickly came back to my senses and answered him: "Oh, thank you." I took out the money from my bag, paid him, and took it. Herbal tea, run to the shade. While drinking the herbal tea in my hand, I savored it carefully, recalled, and thought... Slowly, I fell into deep thought again: Why doesn't he enjoy his old age? Doesn't he have any children? Or is it him...? So many questions make me curious.
I was thinking about these questions as I walked. Suddenly, I seemed to understand something. I strode forward, and my heart felt cool.
This old man just stayed in my heart. An Old Man's Composition 13
Lao Wang's story is relatively long, and the old voice is intermittent, as if catching shadows on the ground. I kept listening and opened my ears. After a few minutes, I found an excuse to go out. After a moment, I felt as if he did it on purpose.
Piles of snowflakes slapped on the fine sand, and looking at Lao Wang’s white head reminded me of the poet from thousands of years ago. Gradually, the sea and the sky separated, and the clouds dyed the sky, but not the sea. , I wanted to close them again, but it was impossible. Thinking about the layout of the newspaper, it came back in a hurry.
Lao Wang had just finished his bowl of noodles and was swallowing the remaining soup in the bowl. He was going to wash the unwashed dishes. The cane kept making noises, but it was no sound at all. It was just beating on the cotton. But it kept popping up in my ears or I could faintly hear the sound of two ceramics colliding inside. On the contrary, it feels a bit cumbersome.
The mobile phone is useless here. I wanted to put my hand into my pocket, but it blocked it, and there was a crashing sound from inside. I ran over immediately. I had never seen before that this was a bumpy gravel road, with ups and downs like waves, and I almost fell down several times.
Thirty seconds later, I arrived at the house that was only a few meters away from us. The remaining fire on the stove was still burning, with only a few sparks jumping around. The autumn sea breeze was too cold. After putting the old man on the bed, he lit a fire and boiled water for him. This time it was not as clumsy as before. The firewood was carefully sent in one after another. I sat on the stool and fed Lao Wang some water. The heartbeat of the silent old man was beating rapidly.
"Xiaoye, do you want to listen to the story?"
I nodded silently.
The story started again, this time it was the passionate and cheerful voice that fascinated me and made a film of water form on his eyes. He talked so that both of our faces turned red to our ears. I kind of don't believe this is the sound made by Lao Wang. Still leaving, the newspaper began to compile.
The first story written in the newspaper was the legend of Wang Jinyi. An Old Man's Composition 14
Speaking of "celebrities" around me, there are too many. Each of them has a specialty, but the "celebrity" in my heart is an inconspicuous person. The old man selling tofu, although I haven't seen him in three years and don't know his name, makes me think he is a "celebrity". Just a few years ago in the winter, heavy snow fell continuously, and the whole world became a patchwork of pink and jade.
The sound of "bang, bang, bang..." came from far and near. I knew that the tofu seller was coming. Thinking of the white and tender tofu, I salivated. I said to my mother: "Mom, let's buy some tofu. Let's eat tofu for lunch." "You, what are you craving for?" Mom said while giving me two yuan. I took the money, took the bowl, and hurriedly went out. Run.
As soon as I walked downstairs, a biting cold wind blew in my face. The strong wind blew the snow powder into the air, which fell on my body and face, making it chilly. I couldn't help but shudder, and shrank my head into the collar out of habit.
When I walked to the gate of the community, I saw an old man in his sixties, banging his clapper and pushing an old bicycle with difficulty. The bicycle pressed against the snow and made a "creak" sound. The tofu plate is covered with shiny ice sticks. Looking closer, he saw several deep wrinkles carved into his weather-beaten face. There is already a layer of frost on the beard and eyebrows. Snowflakes fell on his head, face, and clothes.
I walked over and the old man asked kindly: "Children, do you want to buy tofu?" I said "hmm". He took the bowl and quickly took off his gloves, revealing a pair of rough, calloused hands with bloody cuts that were about to bleed. I saw the old man slashing horizontally and vertically, and two pieces of hot and tender tofu were put into the bowl. Then he said to me: "Take the two yuan tofu." I took the bowl and said: "Grandpa, it's so cold, why don't you stay warm at my house!" "Thank you, kid, and there are so many people Waiting to eat my hot tofu, come in quickly, don’t freeze.”
The sound of “bang, bang, bang…” sounded from near to far, and I looked at the old man’s retreating figure. Respect arose spontaneously. The old man's deep footprints were engraved on the white snow and also engraved in my heart.
An Old Man's Composition 15
There are two magnolia trees in front of my house. In summer, they are in full bloom, like Xiaojiabiyu that has not yet emerged from the pavilion. In winter, they gradually wither, and the originally white girl's dance skirt is like drooping rabbit ears, fluttering in the wind.
Under the magnolia tree, there is an old woman who is over eighty years old. She has sparse and "grandma gray" short hair, wearing a small plaid shirt that has been worn out all year round, and a pair of shabby canvas pants. No matter spring, summer, autumn or winter, she always looks that way. My hair seems to be messily cut with scissors only a few times throughout the year. The old woman looks very scary. People who don't know her would think she is a savage who came down from the barren mountains.
After I followed her several times, I discovered that she was always alone. She may have children, but she has never been seen. She is an old man who lives close to waste paper boxes every day, from about five o'clock in the morning to evening, hey, I don't know what time it is.
One morning, at 5:30, my father and I went for a morning jog in the community. Before we could take a few steps, we found the old woman. So, I started chatting. I asked her a lot of questions at once, and she kept looking at me as if she was very panicked. We didn't see each other for a long time. I don’t know how many days have passed. I was just about to go out to take out the garbage when I saw her again. She was struggling to find waste paper boxes in a trash can that was taller and bigger than her. I couldn’t help but feel a little sad. Hey, she must have Life must be difficult. I don’t know why, but I always feel ashamed. I don’t know if I asked her so many questions that made her panic.
At this time, I handed the carton to her. She didn’t say anything, she just gradually walked away from me. I looked at her ugly back and gradually left...