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.
2. imitate Lao Wang's composition. This is a very beautiful noon. My classmates and I were preparing a "deserted village" at that time, 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.
3. Writing a composition 600 Imitating "Lao Wang" When the dawn came quietly, a familiar and rhythmic sound of "swish, swish" broke the tranquility of the morning. This kind of sound, together with the rustling of roadside trees and the sound of bicycles and motorcycles on the road in the morning, constitutes a special symphony. Every day, when this symphony rings, it means that the wheel of history has entered a new day, and the "performer" of the main theme of this symphony is my most admired grandfather-an ordinary cleaner.
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. ...
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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5. 100 words "Lao Wang" class has been written for several months, and my health has not improved. It's getting worse recently, and taking medicine doesn't help. I think my days are coming to an end.
I can't sleep these days, and my mind is like a lantern, constantly changing figures, some clear, some vague, some still there, some left early, as if I had lived for a lifetime in just a few days. I thought of Mr. Qian and his wife. They are good people, but this is the world.
I stood in front of Mr. Qian's house, holding the sesame oil and eggs I bought with my last sum of money. I don't need any money anyway. My body is really failing. I walked a short distance as if I had been working all day, and my legs and stomach were shaking. I missed knock knock, but I didn't expect the whole person to jump on the door. I struggled to stand up, stand up.
The door opened, and it was Mrs. Qian who opened it. At first, she paused, probably because she saw that I was so thin that I was not like a ghost or a ghost. I can't help being a little scared. Will she not recognize me? Will you kick me out?
Then she said, "Oh, Lao Wang, are you better?" I'm relieved. It seems that she still knows me. I'm happy, but I'm just "hmm." With a cry, he came into the room. Then I regretted it, knowing that I was scary, why did I go into the house?
I handed the things in my hand carefully: "These. . For you. . You and Mr. Qian. . Good people. . "I don't know how, my mouth doesn't work, and I can't speak clearly. Good thing she took it.
She said, "Lao Wang, are all these fresh big eggs left for us to eat?"
I understand that she is thinking of me, but this is my last wish, "I don't eat."
Then, she looked into the room, turned and walked past. I knew she was going to get the money, so I stopped her at once and said hoarsely with all my strength, "I don't want the money."
"I know, I know-but since you are here, you don't have to ask someone to take you." She also explained it to me.
I sighed in my mind, forget it, now I have no strength to stop her, let her go. I have cloth in one hand and money in the other. There seems to be a warm current in my hand, warming me. I know she cares about me and is worried that I have no money to use. Their family cares so much about me.
When I went back, my legs were numb and I could only limp. I closed my eyes, breathed a sigh of relief and finally left with peace of mind.
6. The teacher of Grade Two (Volume One) asked to write a composition modeled on the text "Lao Wang". It was a beautiful noon, and my classmates and I were preparing a "decadent" scene, because at this time of the 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.
7. Imitating the back and Lao Wang's composition 600 words The back that I saw the most when I was a child seems to be my father.
On many occasions, my father always walks in front of us. Or any occasion.
Of course, if he walks behind me, there will be no natural sight and no impression; It happened that my father's back appeared repeatedly in middle school texts and other reading materials. A gentle shadow, generous and powerful.
It belongs to tolerance. When I grow up, I often read without mulberries.
In fact, it often rains in the mountainous climate of my hometown. Once it rains, it won't stop for a few minutes like Xiamen, but it will last. I think the reason why I didn't bring an umbrella at that time was that the umbrella at home was too heavy and long.
I was short at that time. I brought a long umbrella when I was in the fifth grade, and I couldn't hold it in front of the teaching building. It was opened by a tall female classmate and was laughed at by her classmates.
15 years later, I met this girl again in the small street of my hometown. She is married and her appearance has changed, but I still remember her curled up with an umbrella, although I am much taller than her now. I don't remember if I was missing an umbrella.
Dad will give me an umbrella when it rains, and I'm still afraid of him. The more scared I am, the more I hope he won't give me an umbrella, but it's impossible. My mother is always busier than my father, and her home is between my mother's school and mine. My mother can't walk a long way to see me off, especially when I go out.
My father will say, I have already said, take an umbrella on a sunny day, and I am full and hungry. Then pass me the umbrella.
I took it silently, and then walked behind in small steps. One 600-word composition, five 600-word essays and five 600-word essays.
I think I fell behind on purpose. Father found that as long as he slowed down, I would slow down.
So you can see his back completely from the back. Sometimes, I will see the rain coming obliquely, and my father's umbrella is not straight, so I will spray my clothes a little.
On another occasion, my father lent an umbrella to a mother and son on the way. Tell them that my father and I can support them. I'll watch them walk away.
Father never looked back. He walked ahead in the rain. I called my father. Maybe the rain was loud and my father didn't hear it.
8. Write a 400-word composition with the "Lao Wang" around you as the object. Ms. Jiang Yang, the wife of the great writer Qian Zhongshu, wrote an article about "Lao Wang" in the eighth grade Chinese textbook last semester, which was quite bitter to read.
The unfortunate fate of the protagonist Lao Wang is deeply touched ... but I have an unusual feeling when reading it, perhaps because I have the same new surname as him! Many of my friends and colleagues also called me "Lao Wang" at first, but I didn't think so. But as the years passed quietly, I gradually found a lock of white hair in the mirror, and I began to panic about the name "Lao Wang", with a sense of majesty and vicissitudes, which reminded me of my young past. When I was a child, I always heard my father's colleagues (my father was a state-owned miner) call him Lao Wang.
I was very young in Na Yue that year, and the name "Lao Wang" sounds confusing, interesting and boring, but one thing is certain, others call Lao Wang my father. As I grew older, I finally understood the full meaning of Lao Wang. The old word "Lao Wang" means to bid farewell to my youth, and the splendid youth has come to an end. Adding an old word in front of my surname means that I am stepping into old age step by step, and I am moving towards the sad road to the west step by step ... I can't help shivering! I was old before. I don't seem to feel young yet. How can I be old? However, I have to believe that the white hair slowly crawled out of my head and remembered that I finally jumped out of the "farm door" after "very hard". How can I stick to the word "old" before I have tasted the happiness of youth? My heart is shaking.
But I really feel old and my memory is not as good as before. Every time I took the adult exams in recent years, I was on a whim and disappointed. I have to admit that I am no longer young. My father has already retired at home and has become an authentic Lao Wang, and his position in society has been completely replaced by me-calling me "Lao Wang" should be very suitable for me. In a few years, I will retire at home trembling like my father, live a lonely twilight life and become a real Pharaoh! Then I left silently ... but my heart was hard to calm down and my life ended rashly? I'm reluctant. I think a young heart is full of lofty sentiments and ambitions. I vaguely feel that it is still so hot in my heart ... I still have to work hard, and old Wang Can can't give up.
9. Imitate "Lao Wang" and write my deskmate "In today's society, the relationship between people is indifferent. Farmers only care about making money for themselves, and no one considers customers. " This is the conclusion I reached after being cheated by farmers selling vegetables several times. It's a day of summer vacation, and it's very hot, and it's maddening. This afternoon, my mother and I went to the market to buy watermelons. Walking, we came to a booth selling watermelons. The melons here are big and round. I picked them up and touched them. I really wanted to cut it and eat it, so I let my mother buy it. Unexpectedly, the seller is a little boy about 10 years old, sitting there quietly. I asked him, "Hey, how much is this melon?" He looked up in surprise, as if I was the first person to buy watermelon from him. "1. 1 Qian Yuanjin, do you buy it?" I asked my mother if she wanted to buy it, and she agreed. "I'll pick some good ones for you!" The boy looks very happy. "No, I'll pick it myself." I said with a straight face. He sat down again with a frown. I picked some melons and asked him to weigh them. "Ten, eighteen catties, eighteen yuan." The little boy said haltingly. I don't believe it. I did, too, and it was 18 kg. Let mom pay the price. His mother gave him 20 yuan, and he just didn't have 1, so he wanted to find the money for selling melons next to him and give it back to us. The old woman selling popsicles said, "It is not easy for children to sell melons. If he buys another melon, he doesn't have to change it. " Mom smiled and said, "OK, I'll buy another melon." Mother picked a small melon and weighed it, which was exactly two Jin. He went home with a melon. I wanted to eat popsicles at night, so my mother took out her wallet and gave me money. Unexpectedly, my mother wanted to get her wallet and suddenly shouted, "Ah! My wallet is gone! " I said, "Could it have fallen into the market?" "It is possible. Let's hurry to find it. " It's already 9 o'clock in the evening, and most of the melon sellers have left. Mother was worried that her wallet would disappear and left quickly. The boy didn't leave before we came to the booth to buy watermelons. When he saw us coming, he said happily, "Your time is up!" I take my wallet to my mother. "When you go away, see your lost wallet, just pick it up and want to wait for you to pick it up. You can get your wallet back, but thanks to him. " Mom saw him selling melons so hard and wanted to give him 100 yuan, but he refused. When I got home, my mother smiled and said to me, "It seems that it is time for you to change the idea that farmers only care about themselves." Isn't this the simplicity unique to farmers? ""simple. " I nodded.
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