Grandpa is about 60 years old, of medium build, with a hunchback, white hair and a black face. Every day at dawn, he drags the old handcart and holds the big broom, busy silently in the street near my home ... People go to school and work, and the roads are clean.
I remember last year's Lunar New Year's Eve, firecrackers came and went, saying goodbye to the old year and welcoming the new year. Every family was having a reunion dinner, so I thought: Grandpa should rest and have a happy reunion dinner with his family at home! Just thinking about it, I suddenly heard a familiar and rhythmic "shua, shua" sound. At first I thought I heard it wrong, but after listening carefully, the voice was so familiar and kind. Isn't this the Symphony Theme played by Grandpa? Why doesn't he go home for a reunion dinner? Why don't you rest on New Year's Eve? A series of question marks drove me past ... hearing my question, he stopped sweeping the floor, turned his head and said with a smile, "I have already eaten." Because tomorrow is the New Year, I want to clean up the rubbish in these streets completely. If I work hard alone, I can bring a clean environment to everyone! As long as I watch everyone walking on a clean road, I feel happy! " Grandpa said, waving his broom and playing that special "symphony" in this street. Looking at grandpa's back in the dark; Look at his faltering steps; Listening to the rhythmic sound of "shua, shua", I suddenly realized: what a simple word! Isn't there a sincere heart in this simple discourse-a noble sentiment of silent dedication to people?
Time, like running water, washes away the complicated things in the world. However, what Grandpa said to me and the "symphony theme" he played every day were clearly and permanently left in my mind. ...
2. Imitate Lao Wang and write a composition of about 100 words. This is a very beautiful noon. My classmates and I were prepared to be "decadent" once, because at this time every day, we should sit in the classroom and study hard, but now we are wandering in the farmer's market so far away from school. No matter how noisy the market is, no matter how slippery the rotten vegetable heads are on the ground, old women without crutches are most afraid of it, no matter how unreasonable the tricycle is on a less wide road. Oh, you won't believe it. All this seemed dozens of times better to me at that time.
We ate in a small but full rice noodle shop, so I had to sit down and wait for my classmates. Because there are many people, I have to occupy the table and avoid squatting on the stone steps like migrant workers, which will be inconvenient and detrimental to my image. But I'm alone, and the table is opposite. Maybe an unreasonable person will accept it, I think.
At this time, I saw a "special" person not far away. At first glance, he is dark and his hair is like straw, which is not only messy, but also dirty. His clothes are black too, but I don't think so. He walks like a blind man, always slow, stupid and clumsy. He seems to be coming this way ... Oh, he's coming for me. But he wandered around, and in this crowded little restaurant, he looked redundant. I really sympathize with him, but I don't know what to give him. He wandered around like a lost lamb and bumped into a busy man from time to time. He frowned and snorted. The proprietress said to the poor, "Let's go, there is nothing here." But he still didn't leave, as if for some purpose ... just like that, he sat opposite me! I didn't drive him away, not only because he was ugly, but also because I was afraid of him. His face is like a charcoal seller, and his hands are like charcoal sellers, but not as good as those selling charcoal. I can hardly see his eyes. It seems that there are more white parts, which are not pleasing to the eye. In the city, people think that such people are the most useless, just like male peacocks whose tail feathers have fallen off, they will always be expelled by the group. More like those beggars.
He seems to have hesitated for a long time. My classmates all blame me for not occupying a good table. I said we shouldn't make the poor man sad. We were silent for a long time. We suddenly saw an amazing scene-the beggar-like man took out some money from his waist pocket. He carefully arranged the crumpled coins and looked around again. I stopped. What does he want? What do beggars want? I saw that he held out his hand to the boss's wife and stammered, "332." The proprietress looked at him with questioning and surprised eyes and said, "Good." What! What! ! My heart jumped with a jerk. He is not a beggar, he is a "customer" like you and me.
Oh, dear, I never thought this man was not poor at all. He is not a beggar. He didn't have nothing. At least, he showed the minimum dignity in front of me.
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I feel my health is getting worse these days. It seems that the big trip is not far away.
I think of my old life. I think Jiang Yang and his family take good care of me. They should thank them for their kindness. This afternoon, I will send some eggs and sesame oil to their home. Anyway, I don't think I can eat much with it
In the afternoon, I spent a lot of effort. Finally, I came to their door. I leaned straight against the door frame, raised my hand with difficulty and knocked on the door. After a while, Jiang Yang came and opened the door. She was very surprised when she saw it, and quickly said, "Lao Wang, are you better?"
I snorted and thought, "Maybe I look terrible and Jiang Yang is surprised." I handed her the bottle of sesame oil and the bag of eggs and said, "Jiang Yang, this is for you."
She took the bag of eggs and the bottle filled with sesame oil, looked at it and said with a strong smile, "Lao Wang, have you given us all such fresh big eggs?"
I don't want to say anything more than "I don't eat." Jiang Yang thanked me for my sesame oil and eggs, turned around and went into the house. I saw it and thought, "I wanted to thank your family for their concern for me, not for the money." How can I ask you to give me money? " I quickly stopped her and said, "I don't want money."
Jiang Yang said, "I know, I know, but since I'm here, there's no need for me to ask someone to bring it to you."
I thought to myself, "Jiang Yang and his family will definitely give me money. I don't know how many days I can live. In order not to disturb others, I'd better take the money. " I had to nod.
She quickly gave me the money, and I took the rag. With money in one hand and money in the other, I turned and headed for the stairs.
I left Jiang Yang's home slowly.
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4. Imitation: But I don't know why, every time I think of Lao Wang, I always feel uneasy. I try to find out the characteristics of the following sentences and imitate them. But I don't know why, every time I think of Lao Wang, I always feel uneasy. Because I ate his sesame oil and eggs? Because he came to express his gratitude, but I took money to insult him? Neither. After several years, I gradually understand that a lucky person is a pity for an unfortunate person. Answer: Appreciation: [There are always lucky people and unfortunate people in a society. Lucky people have the responsibility to care for the unfortunate people, pay attention to their fate, help them live a good life and improve their situation. In retrospect, the author didn't care enough about Lao Wang, so he felt "ashamed" because of the teacher's gradual disappointment. I know that's because I still have self-esteem.
5. Lao Wang's writing feature is 1. Typical daily events are selected to describe the characters in detail: the article selects Lao Wang's daily events such as hard career, unfortunate eye disease, poor family, helping me send ice, patients, eggs and sesame oil. It embodies Lao Wang's valuable qualities of simplicity, kindness and loyalty, as well as his golden heart of being one step ahead and giving himself up for others. But the average author doesn't use pen and ink. Based on the last period of Lao Wang's life, which is also the most difficult period in my family, the article describes in detail the process of sending patients, eggs and sesame oil to my family. Typical profoundly makes the characters "stand up". 2. Blood, tears and heartfelt words are condensed in the plain and simple narrative: the article puts Lao Wang's unfortunate experience, hard life, gold quality and the most precious family affection in the world in the plain and simple narrative. Ordinary people use plain and simple language to describe it. The author speaks calmly, regardless of events or praise. The word is shallow and affectionate, natural and profound. 3. Ingenious conception: cleverly summed up Lao Wang's life experience and unfortunate illness when he sat in three rounds of "gossip"; Second, skillfully write "tight" at leisure. The crumbling hut where Lao Wang lived was even more touching when "my wife and I were walking". Three coincidences, coincidentally, after silent illness, Lao Wang sent eggs and sesame oil to my family when he was seriously ill, which made the characters particularly touching.