Stranger composition 1 There are always some unforgettable shadows in the vast sea of people. There was a fake beggar, which 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 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 hurts, so I took out a ten-dollar bill from my pocket. I was just about to put it in the box when my brother grabbed me with his first hand, pulled me to a corner and confiscated another ten dollars!
"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!"
Why do you say that? I was puzzled and had to follow my brother to the supermarket first.
After shopping, it was near dusk, and when I walked out of the supermarket gate, beggars were still begging. Occasionally, people in twos and threes stop to take out various coins and put them in his box. Against the backdrop of dusk, that thin face seems to add a layer of sadness. I can't stand it any longer. I quickly threw the remaining ten dollars in my pocket into his box. "I kowtowed to you." Say that finish, a XiangTou "dong" have to knock to the ground. When I looked up, a dusty face came into view. My heart seemed to be shaking, and an inexplicable sadness came to my mind like spring. "Come back! What stupid thing are you doing! " Cried the younger brother eagerly I hurried back, but I got a scolding. My brother told me not to be blinded by the status quo. Some things are not as simple as we see.
As the night deepens, the pedestrians on the street become less and less. At this time, the beggar stood up, looked around, slowly turned into an alley and walked step by step to a tobacco hotel. He tore open the mouth of the box on the counter, swallowed the money in one gulp, and scattered pieces of paper money and coins all over the counter. He casually chose a bottle of "sky blue".
I suddenly feel like I've been struck by lightning, and I can't be calm for a long time. That sad face turned out to be so mean. In order to make money, to pretend to be poor, to deceive the people, to beg everywhere, to give up the dignity of being a man, rather than relying on their own labor, is really sad and hateful!
Stranger Composition 2 Mom and Dad are businessmen and receive many people every day. There is one face among hundreds of faces, and I have been afraid for five or six years.
He is very tall and has a beer belly all day, but his blue shirt is neatly dressed, with no dirt at all, and it is terrible to be clean. His eyes were fixed on me, and his normal voice sounded like he was yelling at me. There has always been a voice echoing in my heart: I am afraid of him, very afraid, very afraid!
At first, my mother and I were so close that we didn't even dare to go out for fear that he would suddenly talk to me. But every time I don't like it, he will yell at me after the conversation, making my face turn blue and white, and sometimes even tears will fall down unwillingly. In my eyes, it's like a bad guy. I'm afraid of bad guys. Then I had an idea: since I can't beat 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 and found it would kill time, so every time he came, I got under the table and fell asleep. It's a good day for him not to yell at me.
I just hid for two years. I don't know when 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. I was really sad that day.
He didn't come back a few months ago. This time, instead of avoiding him, he smiled and said, "Why don't you hide under the table?" "The bad guy who played 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 difficult for a good man to play a bad man for six years. It's really hard. Thank you, familiar stranger!
I still remember one thing that I will never forget that year.
That summer vacation, typhoon "Anemone" landed in Zhejiang and "bullied" us. At that time, many crops were damaged. On that day, the wind roared. Grandparents were careful that the eggplant seedlings at home were blown down, so they rode a tricycle to the fields to have a look.
However, when I just rode to a corner, because the front of the car was heavy and the rear of the car was light, the road was slippery in rainy days, and the car accidentally turned over to the water bamboo field in front. That day, we played in Dongyang. Although grandma was bleeding at that time, she was still conscious and called us. Although grandpa was fine, he was frightened by what he saw and stood there motionless. We told Grandpa to send Grandma to Shang Hu Hospital at once. However, as soon as I got to the hospital, I said there was no cure. They only bandaged grandma and said they were going to Pan 'an Hospital.
We came back as soon as we got the call. However, in such bad weather, where can I go to Pan 'an by bus? Grandpa stood by the roadside and waited for a long time. Finally, a car came. Grandpa came forward to explain the reason to the owner. Unexpectedly, the host readily agreed and left with grandma.
We got a call from grandpa, saying that we have a car and we are approaching Pan 'an. Hearing this, I was overjoyed and thought: when I get to the hospital, I must thank the owner and take my grandmother to the hospital. When we got to the hospital, grandma was already having an operation, but the good-hearted people had already left and helped us pay part of the medical expenses. The doctor told us it was nothing serious. We listened, and the hanging heart was finally put down.
As the saying goes: the grace of dripping water, when the spring is reported. If there were no strangers 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!" " "
Mention strangers, some people will be afraid, others will be grateful. So how to treat strangers?
According to the materials, strangers can bring us some necessary help, but they also bring us some harm. There are slogans about strangers everywhere in our lives, and we will meet strangers as soon as we go out. We can't live without strangers. We have to deal with strangers from time to time.
The stranger taught us a lesson, and we can't believe what the stranger said. Promise is not always good.
When you want to go from one place to another, don't talk to a stranger when he flatters you and woos you to take his car, saying that it will cost you less to take his car, so you will be cheated. Just like what is shown on TV, it is very harmful to your own safety and property to gain others' trust with sweet words and then cheat others. In fact, there are many such examples in life, which often warn us not to believe strangers' words, and saying yes is not necessarily good.
Friedman, an American jurist, said, "Strangers protect us and help us." Although strangers bring us harm, sometimes strangers also protect us.
When criminals endanger our lives and property, the police help us arrest criminals and protect our lives and property. When you are sick, the doctor asks you to be caring and attentive, treat you and ensure your health; When the fire broke out, the firemen tried their best to help us put out the fire. Are these people familiar to us? Aren't they strangers to us?
Remember when the Wenchuan earthquake in Sichuan in 2008, people's soldiers, volunteers and angels in white were different strangers to those affected compatriots? Just after the earthquake, they all risked the aftershocks to rescue their compatriots in the ruins, comforted them, encouraged them to live bravely and never give up, and let flower of life bloom in every corner of the ruins. I'm afraid everyone still remembers the touching scene in the earthquake! In that earthquake, how many strangers donated money and materials to help those compatriots who suffered disasters.
I think strangers are good or bad to us, sometimes the advantages outweigh the disadvantages. Besides, we can't stay away from strangers everywhere.
We should thank those caring strangers who have helped us.
Stranger Composition 5 is still a clear sky in Wan Li, still a person of my own, still a child abandoned by my family. Those who haven't changed and those who are used to it don't matter. Those original ones make me feel at a loss, and my ears still echo-starry night talk, so many strangers open their feelings, those warm memories make me feel distressed, and those feelings R22 that can't be let go are just like what they say-women don't have to be so smart, but they must not be stupid. 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 a stranger's story, will you feel that the world is so horrible, or am I so simple? I am troubled by trying to be strong. But I also understand that when one thing becomes a habit, nothing matters.
Hello, stranger, put down your pride and listen to me. How to talk about love now? This 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. Without purity, there will be no 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 decide a person's life, so let it be R22; When I went to work, I thought about how to live a good life every day, so I worked hard to make money and learned to ignore R22. We just need to persist, but how many couples really persist? Stranger, learn to be confident. For me, confidence means "I'm sorry, I think I'm beautiful". But everyone has their own expression. Everyone has to rely on himself all his life. No one will help you if you don't work hard, R22. If you protect yourself too much, others can't hurt you, but you are also bound.
Your hands and feet. Everything has its good side and bad side. I just experienced it before some people. And those who come back will be wronged one day. At that time, they suffered a hundred times more than me, and my grievances at that time were nothing to me. Thank them ...
Hello, stranger. Remember at all times-never be a hypocrite, because you are never suitable.
I met Z on the Internet.
We have the same hobbies and similar personalities, and we became familiar with them almost immediately. When asked about age, we are one year apart, but when it comes to education, we have crossed junior high school and senior high school. I was curious, but I didn't ask questions. After all, the network is different from reality, and non-interference seems to be a tacit understanding.
Who will completely show themselves to strangers in reality? I take it for granted, but at the same time I'm a little sorry for Z. After all, our similar personality is actually our disguise-I'm not as optimistic and cheerful as her.
Soon after we got along, we encountered an unprecedented blow in reality, and great pressure followed, but there was nowhere to talk. In desperation, I poured Z some bitter water. 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 through the hardest part and got to know each other better. When we were walking on a strange street and having breakfast at her dining table, I thought we were not limited to "netizens" for a long time, and we were different from the real little sister. We are strange old friends. We met at sea and regarded each other as a solid lighthouse. When we speak, 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 Mike, and neither of them will make any noise, only occasionally I can hear the 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 melted my rugged, but where can I find the volcano deep in her spirit? I have never encountered the pain of Z.
Coincidentally, in a conversation, I learned that Z had been out of school for three years. I was shocked and asked why. Z is rare and speechless for the time being. Then, he said in a relieved tone, "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 inevitable misfortune. Loneliness is a rare noble harmony, and walking alone is a symbol of clear water mist.
We finally got to know each other calmly, but we are still strangers. We keep exploring, getting to 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 city where people come and go every day and 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, I took the subway and looked through my schoolbag when I was thirsty, only to find that I forgot to bring water.
I swallowed almost all the saliva, but I was still thirsty. I lay quietly on my father's lap, unable to speak. Dad looked at me helplessly and said kindly, "I'm almost there." Hold on? " I nodded quietly, squeezed a smile on my face and slowly asked, "How many stops are there?" Dad said shyly, "There are still six stops to sit at the terminal." The smile on my face immediately became depressed. I pulled my clothes with one hand and pinched my pants with the other. I can't cry if I want to. No water!
After three more stops, my throat felt like a fire. At this time, an uncle got on the bus. He is wearing a white shirt and a pair of glasses, and his mouth is up. He looks elegant and sunny. Sitting opposite me, he saw my behavior and asked doubtfully, "What's wrong with you? Are you unwell? " Dad replied, "He is thirsty." Uncle enthusiastically handed me a bottle of mineral water and said, "I happen to have a bottle of water here." I just bought it. I haven't opened it yet. Drink when you are thirsty! " "I quickly took the water before I could say" thank you ". I unscrewed it and drank it in one breath. After drinking, I felt I had a good time in the swimming pool. Seeing my smiling face, my uncle smiled too. The smile is brilliant, just like the warm sunshine in early spring.
Although this matter is very small, it makes me unforgettable. Everyone may encounter something that needs help. If everyone can release warm goodwill, our world will be better. I am determined to help people around me like this uncle and pass on the kind torch.
In life, we always get help and warmth from others. They are like a fire in winter, warming our hearts. And I have been warmed by others. He is a stranger.
I remember it was a spring, and I wanted to go to the library to study by bike. Who knows, it's really the key moment to drop the chain: the tire of the bicycle has a flat tire halfway. I thought to myself: this is over, so far from home. But it's a long way to the library. what can I do? I can't help shuddering at the thought. Just when I was at a loss, an uncle came over. I looked at him and saw him wearing a suit, a briefcase in his left hand and a pair of blue glasses. He smiled and said to me, "What's the matter, little friend? Is there any difficulty? Never mind, tell your uncle that he will help you solve it. " I thought to myself: Mom says you can't talk to strangers casually, because they may be bad people. He's not the bad guy mom said, is he? So, I pointed to the bike and whispered, "My bike has a flat tire and can't be repaired." "Oh, I see. It doesn't matter. I know a garage nearby. Let me help you. " As he spoke, he saw his right hand holding the back seat, his left hand holding the handlebar, lifting it and leaving. Because I was afraid of being in a hurry, my uncle trotted all the way and was so tired that he was sweating.
After the car was repaired, I took out the money to pay, and the boss smiled and said to me, "That gentleman has already paid the money." By the way, he left a note. "Say that finish, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to me. At this time, I found that my uncle had left at some unknown time. Open the note and write a few lines on it: "son, I have paid for your car repair." I don't ask you for anything in return. I just hope that you can help more people in need with a grateful heart. " The inscription below is "Dust". At that moment, I was very moved, and I couldn't help crying because of my sour nose. I looked up at the sky and found it was so blue.
Uncle, thank you! It was you who helped me repair my bike; You make me feel the warmth from strangers; You let me know the importance of being helpful; You let me know that there are still many good people in the world. From now on, I will be a good person like you said. Uncle, thank you!
The composition of a stranger 9 Rodin, a famous French sculptor, said, "It is not the lack of beauty, but the lack of a pair of eyes to discover beauty." As long as you put your heart into it, you will find yourself beside us, surrounded by many wonderful people.
One cold night, I curled my head and rubbed my hands, walking on my way home. I suddenly saw an old man dressed in black. Not far in front of me, he seems to be looking for something. I hurried forward. I asked' Grandpa' who was bending over: "Grandpa, what are you doing? Is there something missing? I can help you find it! " Grandpa looked up and smiled and said to me, "No, I'm sweeping the garbage!" " I said doubtfully, "I can't see my fingers today. Besides, working in such cold weather will catch a cold! " Grandpa waved his hand and said, "son, I can't leave no matter how dark it is." Look at the rubbish here and there! " Other people's rubbish is everywhere. It must be cleaned up tonight. It doesn't matter. "
Grandpa bent down and began to sweep the garbage at the door again. Suddenly, two little boys angrily kicked over the garbage that grandpa had worked hard to clean up. Grandpa didn't even complain. He bent down again and again to clean up the rubbish kicked around by two little boys. My tears couldn't help flowing down, and grandpa swept them over and over again. It's not easy.
If it were me, I would have lasted less than an hour. And those two boys have no respect for grandpa at all. That's ridiculous.
Grandpa the cleaner is the most beautiful scenery in my eyes.
In our life, there will be many strangers, some are bad people, some are good people, and some will help you when you are in trouble.
I usually go home by bus. That day, I walked to the bus stop as usual. Seeing the bus coming, I got on the bus and took out my card and swiped it on the card reader. Before taking the first step, I heard the card reader say, "Please recharge." I turned around and held the railing, waiting for everyone to swipe their cards. I took the card and swiped it again. It says, "Please charge it." "This bus card needs to be recharged, there is no money!" The bus driver said impatiently to me. I immediately blushed and stood there at a loss. At this moment, an aunt patted me on the shoulder and said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. If you have no money, then I will help you vote. " I turned my head and saw her put four dollars in the till. I immediately said, "Thank you, Aunt! I don't know what to do without you. " Menstruation turned around, smiled at me and said, "Never mind." I sat in my seat, my mind was blank, and I kept thinking about this aunt. Thanks to her, if I meet her again, I must repay her. But I have never seen this aunt again. Now I have forgotten what she looks like, but I still remember that she helped me.
This incident let me know that although the aunt was a stranger, she helped me. She must be a good person.
Stranger composition 1 1 In the long river of memory, there are many unforgettable things that are unforgettable. But there is one that I still can't forget.
I remember it was at night. I finished my homework and am going out to play. I just walked out of the community gate. I found a man carrying a tattered bag and wearing a shirt that could not see the color clearly. Looking for something, I looked at it carefully. It turned out that he was looking for the trash can. Just then, he finally found a trash can and took out a pile of rubbish from it. Those that can be recycled and sold are bagged, and those that cannot be recycled are put back in the trash can.
Seeing this scene in front of me, I think of those hypocritical disabled people, who are for money. Begging with his head down in the street all day has deceived many good people. And this stranger, with his hardworking hands, survived.
Yes, only what you earn is the best. Only the food you earn is the most delicious. Only in this way, those who don't give in to the life suit are strong.
I want to say to the hypocritical disabled: "hold your head up and be a man." Don't let time pass in vain. Create happiness for yourself with your hardworking hands! " "At the same time, I also want to say to those kind people:" Keep your eyes open to distinguish between true and false, and beware of those who pretend! " "
A stranger's composition 12 In a composition class, Teacher Song brought a flowerpot with dazzling colors and said,' Today, we are going to give this flowerpot to someone. Who do you think you'll give it to? "Teacher Song's words led my memory to the afternoon of that summer vacation two years ago.
On the afternoon of July 7, other people and their families were sitting in the cool air conditioner, eating this watermelon and watching TV. But my cousin and I are standing on a crowded bus at the moment. During the summer vacation, there were many people visiting relatives. Because there were few seats and many people on the bus, my cousin and I had to stand.
In the steaming car, I feel a little difficult to breathe and my mouth is dry. I really want a bottle of water. However, in this' struggling' car, I can't even stand still, let alone draw water.
Just when I was dizzy and thirsty, a college student brother stood up and offered his seat to me and said,' Sit down, little sister, you are young, I'll stand.' Then he gave me his water to quench my thirst. Suddenly, I was deeply moved by what he did. When we didn't know each other, he gave me his hard-won seat, which was really touching.
I sat for a while and saw that he looked a little tired, so I quickly stood up and returned my seat to him. Unexpectedly, he said,' No, no, I'm not tired'. I deeply felt his love for me, and his love for me immediately made me feel very comfortable.
I must write him a thank-you letter when I get home. However, this thank-you letter may not have been delivered because I forgot to ask his name and address, but his kindness will always be engraved in my mind. Therefore, when Mr. Song said this, I couldn't help thinking of this big brother and his kindness that day.
It turns out that this potted flower can represent my heart and express my infinite gratitude to him.
Stranger composition 13 Different things happen every day, and it is precisely because of this that our daily life will become colorful and interesting. Every day, we meet countless people. Every day on the way to school, shopping outside, and on the way home, there are all kinds of places you meet at random. Of course, there are more strangers. When you walk into the street, countless strangers pass by you every day.
But now strangers are always indifferent to other people's affairs. Now someone is wrestling in the street, will anyone help her? Now someone wants money, who will lend a helping hand and gently stuff a few dollars into someone else's bowl? Now, when others need help, who will take the time to help others? Everyone has his own career every day, and the pace of life is very fast. Who will waste their time to help someone who has nothing to do with themselves? Yes, few people will do it again. Because we are all "strangers". However, you all forget that China is a family. Fifty-six nationalities and fifty-six flowers, we are all a family. ...
Can a family be so strange? Besides, there are so many people all over the world, how lucky we are to have the opportunity to meet. Why don't we cherish it?
Let's stop being "strangers", sometimes passing by is also a kind of fate and luck worth cherishing. ...
A stranger's composition 14 After coming home from school one afternoon, Xiao Ming finished his homework, took out his newly bought marker and began to draw happily. Because there is no big recess today, school is early, and grandma hasn't finished shopping yet, so Xiaoming is the only one at home.
At this moment, I suddenly heard someone knocking at the door. Xiao Ming hurried to the door and asked cautiously, "Who is it?" Xiao Ming thought: Who will come at this time? Won't be a thief? Then someone outside the door replied, "I am a friend of your father." Is he at home? " It's strange that my parents haven't left work so early. Can he let me open the door for him? Xiao Ming thought. At this time, he remembered the story of wolf and lamb in fairy tales. But Xiao Ming is thinking, if this uncle is really my father's friend, is it a bit rude for me to shut others out like this?
"What should I do?" Xiao Ming thought. Why don't you let me see this man first? So Xiao Ming moved to a small bench, stood on it and looked out from the cat's eye. At this time, he saw that the uncle in front of him was quite good-looking, smiling and holding a folder in his hand, unlike a bad man. He wanted to open the door, but he remembered that his mother had told him not to open the door when a stranger knocked at the door. He thought and thought, and finally came up with a good idea. He said to his uncle, "Uncle, my mother won't let me open the door for strangers. How's this? Since you are my father's friend, you can call my father and ask him to call home. I'll open it for you after I confirm my identity, okay? "
Later, my uncle did as Xiao Ming asked, and Xiao Ming helped him open the door. My uncle praised Xiaoming as a clever and sensible boy.
A stranger's composition 15 Whenever I go out for an outing, I will think of that stranger.
It was a sunny morning, and my mother and I went to the park by bike. Riding and riding, the bike suddenly went on strike. I looked at the chain and it turned out to have fallen off. I set up my bike, picked up the chain and stuck it on the top gear, but the gear next to it couldn't. Is the chain short? Mother had an idea: "son, shake the pedal."
When I shook the pedal, the chain broke with a bang again. I tried several times, but it didn't work. This chain seems to make me angry on purpose. I'm getting a little impatient. I said, "What broken bike can't be repaired?". My hands are dirty, which is really annoying. Can I have a good outing? " The more I talked, the more annoyed I became. I threw the chain on the ground.
My mother saw that I was very unhappy and comforted me and said, "It doesn't matter. I will work it out with you. " Although my mother said so, I was still very angry and left the chain on my bike. Mom is helpless and doesn't know what to do.
Just as I was about to give up the cart, a medium-sized and friendly uncle came up to me and said, "Let me help you!" " "Oh, how can strangers disturb others? I said shyly, "No, thanks, uncle. "
"Nothing, I used to repair bicycles." Uncle said while trimming.
Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes ... Time goes by and my uncle hasn't fixed it yet. Suddenly, his thumb was bleeding in the chain clamp. "ah! Your finger is bleeding, forget it, don't fix it, don't fix it. " I looked at my uncle's hand and said in surprise.
"Nothing, my skin is thick, and this little injury is nothing." Although my uncle said so, I felt his pain. At the twentieth minute, I saw him press the chain on the wheel, click, my uncle shook the pedal, and the wheel flew and was finally repaired. I suddenly became happy and said happily to my uncle, "Thank you!" " Mom also rushed to thank her uncle. "You're welcome! You're welcome! " Uncle smiled, clapped his hands and left.
Looking at his distant back, my heart can't be calm for a long time. ...