Imitation example:
hunchback
In winter, when the first ray of sunshine shines into the house, I quietly get up and stand on the balcony to enjoy the winter morning on campus. I saw dazzling scenery and rickety back in the warm sunshine.
That is the back of a very old woman. No one knows her name, and no one knows her carefully. When the students are still asleep, she always squats quietly on the grass at the entrance of the dormitory area with a thick and long mop stick and thick red wool rope, waiting for the garbage brought out by the students after the bugle sounded. She always dresses herself very neatly. The shabby and thin floral trousers were washed white, and the trouser legs overlapped with those of several school uniforms. Violet-black floral strips wrap sparse white hair into a tiny bun behind her head, which is in great contrast with the turquoise of the grass.
Because it is far from the dormitory to the east gate to throw garbage, students are always used to giving it to him and giving him one or two bottles as a reward for throwing garbage. Over time, it has become her career to rummage through other people's garbage on the lawn every day and find her own life. When all the students have gone to class, and no more garbage will be taken out, she will use a mop stick to pick the garbage that cannot be recycled to the dump in the east gate and dump it. At that time, dozens of garbage bags, large and small, were hung at both ends of the stick. Under the early morning sunshine, she staggered and fell down, which was particularly dazzling.
I ran downstairs with a garbage bag and a few bottles I usually collected. I handed her the bottle. She holds the bottle in both hands, and the wrinkles on her face overlap to form a beautiful smile. The smile is full of gratitude. Looking at that smile, my heart seems to be pulled by that smile. I left quickly with a garbage bag. At that moment, the smile on her face disappeared, and so did her old cheeks. Her eyes were fixed on me. No, they're staring at my hand. I can only speed up and leave, because I understand that there is no expectation in the dark black garbage bag, but my heart has already been submerged in the endless desire of that eye.
There is more than one school, and she is not the only one in the school, but who cares about them, who cares about them, how many people cast contemptuous eyes on them, and even those who have loved them all their lives, but what kind of life they have got.
One day passed, and the sunrise turned into sunset. I still enjoy the sad scenery on the balcony. In the sunset, she was carrying an empty stick and was quietly swallowed up by the endless sunset, leaving only a hunchbacked figure.