In front of the library, I quickly put my bike away and strode to the steps. Little classmate, pay for the bus! I stopped and turned to look down the steps. I saw an old man standing under the steps. He is not tall, and his smiling face is engraved with deep wrinkles. Look around again, it's just a bike. I snorted contemptuously, thinking, where did an old man come from? What's with this car? Isn't it just for twenty cents? I walked impatiently down the steps, took out fifty cents, left the letter in the old man's hand, and then walked into the library without taking the last thirty cents.
In the library, I finally found the information I needed. I thanked the aunt librarian and walked out of the library happily when the lights in the street were already on.
Walking down the steps, I saw my bike parked alone by the street lamp. To my surprise, the old man who asked me to deposit the fare-no, grandpa, is still by my bike. Seeing me coming out, he stood up and handed me the triangle money. At this time, the aunt selling cold drinks on the roadside said to the grandfather, "Now you can get off work."
At this moment, my heart "thumped". This old man has only seen one bike of mine for so long. Is it for those two cents? No, he's doing his job! Looking at grandpa's distant back, I think he is so tall.
2. The woman who reads the composition feels the woman who looks at the bicycle ① The idea of writing something for the woman who looks at the bicycle has sprouted in my heart for a long time.
I first met her on the sidewalk in front of a hospital in Beijing. A fat woman tried to grab her purse, and the strap of the purse had slipped off her shoulder and hung on her arm.
Thin and thin, she held her schoolbag tightly in her arms with both hands and cried, "You can't do this. It is not easy for me to earn some money every day! " She is in her forties, wearing an old camouflage uniform and an old camouflage hat. That dress looks cheap.
At the foot is a pair of old-fashioned cloth shoes, no socks, and the feet are very tanned. Under the brim of her hat, her eyes showed great and helpless panic.
From the discussion of onlookers, I understand the reason why two women are entangled: the fat woman forgot to take the bag in the basket when she stored the car, and she lost it. She thinks that this foreign woman who looks at bicycles should be responsible, and she suspects that she is hiding something.
When the fat woman worked hard, she finally snatched the bag from the woman who was looking at the bike. She reached into her bag and took out a handful of change. With a bang, a small enamel bowl was thrown at the foot of the woman watching the bike. The robber got on his bike, took someone else's schoolbag and a handful of change and left.
6. The woman who looked at the bicycle chased a few steps, looked back at a row of bicycles, slowly walked back to the original place, picked up her little enamel bowl and looked at it. Suddenly, she leaned her head against the big tree beside her and began to cry ... ⑦ The second time I saw her, it was in a bicycle yard in a shopping mall.
I didn't buy the right one, so I didn't break my 100 yuan. When I picked up my bike, I said apologetically, "I forgot the change of my car." Can you change a hundred dollars? " I thought she would suspect that I was up to no good, because it is not credible for a person to come out of a shopping mall and say that he doesn't even have a few cents in his pocket.
She looked at me blankly, then smiled and said shyly, "Then we won't give money, let's go!" " I was deeply impressed by her smile at that time. Aren't many of us used to guessing? Occasionally, we are not guessed by people who obviously have reason to guess us, so we feel very strange ourselves.
Often, as for gratitude. That's how I felt at the time.
I should be embarrassed, but she is so embarrassed. Today, when I went to that shopping mall again and paid the parking fee, I said, "I owed you 20 cents last time, and I will pay you back together this time."
I took the initiative because I think she must remember that I owe her twenty cents. I would be embarrassed if she reminded me. Unexpectedly, she was dazed like last time, and then smiled and said shyly, "No, no!" " "Give me 20 cents.
I put the carton in the back seat of the car and couldn't help asking her, "How long have you been in Beijing?" "Less than half a year." "How is the life in my hometown?" "It's not easy ... plus my son has gone to college again ..." She said the word "college" with special emphasis and a proud face.
When I pushed my bike off the sidewalk, I felt the rear wheel was light. Looking back, she was carrying the rear wheel for me. Just after riding a bicycle a few times, the carton fell off. She ran over and took out a plastic rope from her schoolbag ... 9 This winter, one night after the snow, a retired photographer at work called me and asked me to write him a letter of commendation.
What he wants to praise is the woman who looks at the bike. "I went to the mall, met an acquaintance and chatted for a while. I forgot my bike and my bag in the basket.
A few hundred dollars in your pocket is nothing. The key is that I developed more than 300 old photos! I have been photographing all my life, but those old photos are my treasures! I didn't remember it until it was dark. I hurried there, and guess what? Only my car is left! The shopping mall has long been closed, and the woman watching the car is standing in the cold wind, holding my bag and guarding my old bike. People can't be moved without it, can they? You can't be ungrateful to others, can you "He said earnestly on the phone.
Attending not long ago, I went to that shopping mall again, and I saw that the bicycle watcher had been replaced by a man. I wanted to ask where the old woman went, but I opened my mouth and asked nothing. I pray that she will never meet any bullies again, such as the fat woman who robbed her schoolbag.
Attending sun, people should be equal. The weak sometimes seem to be afraid of this equality, not because they don't deserve it, but because this minimum equality is often too little.
3. Composition: There are two articles for bicycle watchers, one is about the old woman who keeps bicycles, and the other is about the old man who sells popcorn. The word count is about 300 words.
An old man beside me-grandma who keeps bicycles.
The old lady in charge of bicycles in our alley is always sixty or seventy years old. She has silver hair, a bag on her shoulder every day, and faded blue overalls, charging parking people again and again. Whenever I see her doing this, I always think: Hum, at such a big age, I still have to "pick something". I really love money! However, one thing made me change my mind about her.
It was a day this summer vacation. I went to the park to play. It's really an "emergency". Just came out of the alley, with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and a downpour. I didn't bring an umbrella, so I had to shelter from the rain along the street at the entrance of the alley. No sooner had I rushed downstairs than I saw a figure with a plastic poncho in his hand. But strangely, this poncho is not covered on yourself, but on the bike. I looked intently, ah, isn't that the old woman in charge of bicycles? I saw her facing the wind and braving the rain, taking care of nothing and trying her best to cover the car with a poncho. The poncho covered one piece after another. At this time, I was deeply moved by witnessing all this, and I also thought anxiously: Grandma is so old, will she catch a cold when she covers the car in the rain? Just thinking, there is a strong wind, so cold! I can't help shivering. Oh, no, the poncho that grandma just covered was blown away by the wind. Grandma quickly covered it again. Who knows, the wind seems to be deliberately against her, whistling, and just now this good poncho was blown away again! Grandma came up with a good idea. She limped to the corner of a garbage dump, laboriously lifted several big bricks and pressed the four corners of the plastic sheet one by one. In this downwind situation, even if you show your magic, you can't take the poncho! The wind roared and the rain poured down. At this time, grandma was soaked to the skin, like a "soaked chicken" fished out of the water, but she didn't care. She just caressed her wet hair, dumped a handful of rain and smiled slightly. Soon, someone came to pick up the car. When they saw the dry mat, they all opened their mouths in surprise and their eyes rolled. When they saw grandma's wet body, everything understood ... watching, watching, suddenly a feeling of awe rose in my chest, and I finally understood that grandma didn't mean to "pick points", but should give full play to the residual heat, serve everyone and make more contributions to the masses! Now, whenever I meet this old woman, I always shout with respect: "Hello grandma"!
An old man next to me-an old man selling popcorn
When I was a child, I most wanted an old man with popcorn in the alley.
He always shows up regularly at the end of each month. He is an old man in his sixties, with thin figure, sparse hair and wrinkled face. As soon as his familiar figure appears, my friends and I will fly around him with a small basket of rice already prepared and a few cents given by adults. He walks with a limp, pushing an old flatbed. We think this is very interesting.
He was very absorbed in eating popcorn, leaning forward slightly, pulling the bellows in tandem with his left hand and shaking the black rice-exploding round pot with his right hand. The bellows wheezed and the round pot creaked.
I like sweets best, so I begged him to put more saccharin, and he always promised. His hands are like old bark and his palms are full of calluses. It's dusk, the night wind is blowing gently, and the air is filled with the smell of popcorn. The wind blew the flames straight up, and the flames reflected our red cheeks and his kind face in the dark. This is really the best memory of childhood.
A few years passed quickly, and all my childhood friends were scattered. When I gradually realized that I had grown up and couldn't compete with my friends for popcorn as I did when I was a child, I seldom went to eat popcorn again. Today, children's pockets are full of all kinds of exquisite sweets, and few people eat that old popcorn. The old man's business is getting lighter and lighter, his health is not as good as before, and his steps are getting more and more faltering. Slowly every few months, he.
One day I saw a novel by writer Jason; The old man selling stove candy in the novel reminds me of the old man with popcorn, and tears welled up unconsciously.
The roads in the town are criss-crossing, and the traffic is busy. There are many pedestrians and vehicles coming and going, and bicycles have become everyone's favorite means of transportation.
A bicycle has two wheels, also called a bicycle. As long as you do it and master the balance, anyone can ride it. From a distance, it looks like a galloping horse. Some people humorously call bicycles "horse bones". Riding for a while, the speed is getting faster and faster, running like a cheetah.
Sitting on a bicycle, the seat is not soft at all, but quite comfortable. Riding a bike through the streets and chatting with people you know is very happy, but you must pay attention to safety!
Anyone who rides a bike has good skills. On the street where cars are coming and going, there is no hurry and the balance is "6+ 1"! No matter how many pedestrians and vehicles are crowded, they can "drill" through like gophers. Moreover, some people can ride with one hand, while others can even cross obstacles without hands! This is enviable.
Some young people go to work by bike with folders. The teacher who worked all day rode his bike home to rest. Entertainment lovers hummed a ditty and rode bicycles to "karaoke" to eliminate the fatigue of the day. The old man took a birdcage and a pipe and rode a bicycle to the wild for fun. Some children go to the library to read books by bike with their schoolbags on their backs after school.
It was dark, and people who had worked all day rode their bikes home. The bicycles in the carport quickly dispersed and disappeared into the road. The streets and alleys gradually quieted down. In the sky, the moon is shining brightly and the stars are blinking playfully. The car stopped in the shed again, and silence enveloped the whole town. It gradually fell asleep.
I learned to ride a bike. I am a girl. I learned to ride a bike. Do you have a successful experience? If so, then you must know that success can bring happiness to people.
Of course, I also had a successful experience, that is, I learned to ride a bike. It was a summer vacation. It's sunny and sunny. My mother took me to the gym to learn to ride a bike.
I started practicing, and my mother showed me carefully. Then my mother said to me, "sit in the car first, hold the faucet with both hands and sit firmly in the car;" Step on the gas, mom will help you hold the bike, and sit still. You ride hard, don't be afraid. "I did what my mother said. I didn't expect the car to fall down on my leg as soon as I stepped on the gas pedal. It hurt.
Mom saw it and immediately said, "Does it hurt?" I said, "it doesn't hurt, let's continue to learn!" " "I continued to learn it again, but the car always lost its balance and fell several times. But I am not discouraged, and I still practice hard.
My mother saw that * * * was so strong and encouraged me: "Baby, you will succeed!" " "After listening to my mother, I practiced harder. Time passed before you knew it. Suddenly, my mother cried happily: "It worked! You learned to ride a bike! "I quickly stopped the car and realized that my mother had stopped helping the car, but trotted with me.
At this time, I don't want to mention how happy I am. Ah! What an unforgettable riding experience, it not only makes me feel the joy of sports and success, but also makes me understand that I will succeed in anything as long as I am not afraid of difficulties and have the courage and confidence to overcome them.
6. Continue to write the composition. A female classmate rode a bike for the first time after falling.
Whenever I see people riding bicycles on the road, driving slowly on the forest path, the wheels dancing in the rotation and the bells singing happily, I always envy them. I think, if only I could ride a bike!
Here comes the opportunity. One day during the winter vacation, I went to my father's office to play. After lunch, he said to his father, "Will your father teach me to ride a bike?" Dad readily agreed.
So, my father pushed the bike out of the garage and taught me to learn. He let me ride on it and hold the car behind him. I got on my bike, stepped on the pedal, grabbed the handlebar, and the front of the car wobbled. Dad said, "Sit up straight, use your waist naturally, keep your eyes on the front and hold the handlebar tightly." . When the front of the car leans to the left, you must push it to the right. "I nodded, and sure enough, the car is no longer stagger.
I rode much better than I did at first. Then it's the second step. Dad helped me get in the car first. As soon as I kicked my foot, the bus ran forward. Dad let go and let me ride by myself. The car was about to turn, and I was not careful. Suddenly, the front of the car tilted to the left and fell heavily on the ground, and my bike was also on me. I got up with a "ouch" and stopped riding. Tears are dripping on my chest. How can it be so difficult to learn to ride a bike? The more I cry, the sadder I feel. Dad ran to me and said, "You rode well just now, but you turned the corner quickly." How can you stop learning because you fell? When I first learned to ride a bike, I fell more than you. Fall down, get up and learn again. Failure is the mother of success, understand? "I see, so I picked up my bike and continued to learn.
Now I not only learned to ride a bike, but also have good skills. But I will never forget the first time I learned to ride a bike, because it made me understand the truth that "failure is the mother of success".
7. Mom, thank you for writing your composition about cycling. Everyone has experienced many joys and sorrows, just like the stars in the sky, countless. I like all kinds of shells on the beach, and the brightest star, the most unique shell, is that I learn to ride a bike.
When I was 6 years old, I couldn't ride a bike. I envy watching my friends ride bicycles with dignity. So, I made up my mind to write bicycles! It was sunny that day, and I pushed my bike to the big square.
Along the way, Xiaohua smiled at me, and the grass nodded at me, as if to say, "Come on, you can do it!" " "I heard that, I can't help but speed up the pace and trotted to Guangchang. I leaned my bike against the tree first, then slowly held the tree with one hand, righted my bike with a trembling hand, and quickly sat on it with my feet on the ground. Ready to ride, a few beads of sweat on my forehead rolled down like disobedient beads.
I thought nervously, "What can I do if I wrestle by bike?" That's no ordinary pain … forget it! Throwing caution to the wind! "I closed my eyes, my feet kept pedaling and my hands shook the handle." Ouch! " I shouted, "alas! It failed. "I got off to a bad start and fell.
As the saying goes, "Failure is the mother of success. I just fell. Edison failed 999 times and didn't give up. How can I give up? " I quickly stood up, patted the dust on the bike and walked confidently to the bike seat. I summed up a conclusion: you can't pedal all the time, you should master the rhythm and keep your hands balanced! I ride a bike, so carefree! But all I heard was a bang and I fell to the ground. What a terrible fall! "Oh, it really hurts!" I sat on the ground for a long time and refused to get up.
Tears swirled in my eyes like naughty elves. I really want to give up! "Come on, Xu Haidong, you can do it!" The encouragement from my heart greatly increased my confidence. "Yes, victory is close at hand, just adjust the angle."
So I quickly got on the bus, rode my bike unhurriedly and held the handle tightly. Compared with the beginning, it is a world of difference! Suddenly I made a 90-degree turn. "Great, I finally learned to ride a bike!" "But it didn't last long, and I fell down because I was too carried away. Now, I am riding my bike at random in the community, and my friends cast envious eyes on me. They stare big eyes and open their mouths.
Seeing this scene, I am extremely proud. "Ha ha, envy it!" Writing about riding a bike not only taught me to ride a bike, but more importantly, taught me the true meaning of "how can I see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain".
8. Write a composition about things, imitating the structure of Father's Bicycle, 600 words. Just this morning, my mother took me to buy me a new car. We looked around and saw several cars in succession, but there was no car I liked very much. Finally, we came to the new car shop. I immediately took a fancy to the novel permanent brand black bike as my mount. When my mother saw the sign, she sighed, "Beckham, my first bike is permanent, so is your father's first one, and yours is forever." Forever, it is really our destiny takes a hand! "When I heard it, I liked it even more.
When I got home, I looked around. This is a black bike. I don't know physical English. There are some white and gray flowers embroidered on the chair. The wheels are covered with beautiful words. They can also be folded. The handle and chair can be adjusted. You can go as high as you want and as low as you want. It is flexible and free. I also gave it a name, called "Little Black".
The more I watch it, the more I can't put it down. So, with my mother's permission, I took Xiaohei around the community. Xiaohei's pedal is light and easy to ride. When I stepped on the corner, Xiaohei rushed out quickly, and its brakes were good. When I pressed the brake handle, it stopped at once. Hey, I really follow my orders. I rode it, feeling very comfortable outside the box, and couldn't help humming a song: "The sun shines in the sky, flowers smile at me ..."
After riding back, I took out the lock, put it on, and sent it back to my "home"-the garage. Don't forget to kiss when you leave, "I'll be back and wait!" " "I especially like the little black. I used to clamor for a bike, but my mother never agreed. This time, I finally got my own bike, and I really can't wait to tell the world.
From that day on, I have always had a worry in my heart, just for that little triangle money. Finally, one day, I met a shoe repairwoman.
It was an afternoon, I wanted to buy a pair of shoes, so I came to an alley. I made a thousand choices and finally came to a place called Xinxin Shoe Store. I walked in and saw a short girl serving customers. That shoe store is very ordinary, with a small sofa for customers to change shoes, a high TV and a cashier. There are several pairs of insoles on the shoe rack.
I chose a pair of shoes that cost more than 50 yuan. I was about to pay them, but I saw that the owner of this shoe store turned out to be the girl who had braved the wind and rain and experienced countless hardships! I was surprised, because I never thought that the girl's career would develop so rapidly. Three months ago, she was still sitting on a small stool repairing shoes. Today, she runs a shoe store of her own. I walked up to her and she seemed to have forgotten me. I told her something before she recognized me. The girl smiled and asked me, "You didn't expect that!" I quickly replied, "Yes, I wanted to buy a pair of shoes today, but I met you." Say that finish, I took out my wallet and bought those black shoes with 50 yuan money first. Later, I took out the triangle money and said, "Last time I repaired my shoes, I owed you triangle money. I haven't forgotten. Let's hand it in today! " ! Worrying about me is also a good thing. "The girl replied," It's just a small triangle, which has become your heart. Is it worth it? "Take it back! It is enough for me to have your trust. " Although I insisted on paying back the money again and again, she refused to accept it. I had to say goodbye to the girl in high heels. She looked at me and smiled brightly.
I left and looked back step by step, staring at the simple girl who repaired shoes. It is a place full of sincerity. I thought all the way: as long as there is integrity between people, there is no distance. Because of honesty, our life is beautiful and harmonious.