I don't have much contact with old people because I have to live a trivial life-mending shoes. First, fill the gap in the heel with disposable bamboo chopsticks, cut off the rest, smooth the surface, cut off a small piece of skin, stick it on the heel with super glue, nail it firmly with three small nails, hammer it tightly with a small hammer, trim the skin, file it flat with a file, and brush black shoe polish at the repair place to repair the heel. This is the end, it will take about ten minutes.
In the end, pay a piece, a piece of 50 can be, but also smart women in the market to pose as a fight, bargaining, soft grinding hard foam, the old man will eventually reluctantly agree-alas, anyway, idle is idle. His business is extremely simple. A darning machine, a rectangular wooden box, filled with all kinds of odds and ends: rubber leather, small nails, small hammers, files, scissors, buckles, glue, and a lot of broken shoes with different styles, different textures, deformed or undeformed, repaired or to be repaired.
The old man sat on the pony with his back against the concrete wall. He pointed to a narrow bench in front of him-it was polished by countless times, so I sat down. Sometimes he warmly hands me a dirty slipper, and I always say with gratitude and disgust-thank you, no need! Stick to one foot on the back of each other's shoes. He buried himself in his work and never said much, but I stared blankly-the heel on his shabby and colorful apron turned over and a pair of hands-what good hands. Dead branches are generally gray, thick and full of cracks, just like the land cracked by drying. When glued with super glue, he pressed directly with his hands and didn't glue the meat together at all, so
Nails are very short, but the periphery of each nail cover and between the fingers are full of dirty black that may never be washed with clean water, deeply implanted into the skin and penetrated into the depths of the years. Occasionally, he raised his face and asked, the most striking thing on the old man's face is a blind eye in the left eye socket-gray-black, shining with water, like a glass ball stained with infinite dust, ugly but not ferocious, just standing so anxiously, motionless, shining with water, which is the deepest and saddest mark of previous lives and can't be erased.
In that long and short ten minutes, I couldn't help wondering: how old is he? Sixty, seventy or older? The rest of my life is hard, day after day, year after year. When is the end for a dying old man? An age that should enjoy family happiness, but where is his family, or is it alone? Thinking about it, a helpless pessimist can't help feeling sad, sitting in a cold place, afraid to ask a word-yes, what to ask, life is always difficult, but I'm afraid I'll get deeper in sadness, so don't ask. I put on the perfect shoes carefully mended and watched anxiously, hoping that he would have more. However, he just kept picking up another prostitute next to him and began to talk weakly-a dollar, which made me deeply lost and hurt-a dollar, alas! I closed my eyes and felt around in my bag, avoiding those ten cents, ten cents and ten cents. Finally, I took out a ten-dollar bill and handed it to him, faltering like a child who did something wrong-alas, there was no change. Ok, I'll come back to repair my shoes next time. Keep the change. You won't change after looking for it for a while. Anyway, the next time I come, I will turn around and step on it. At that moment, my heart was filled with a cold and astringent guilt: he must have forgotten that once, after I repaired my shoes and fumbled in my bag, I couldn't take out a coin, but I took out a hundred coins, stood awkwardly and cried with a smile-it was really unspeakable nausea. I actually gave a single toilet to a repairman.
Then, just passively withdraw your hand, like a child who has been exposed to deceptive tricks, the bright red * * * one hundred blinked and laughed at me. Later, perhaps intentionally or unintentionally, I suddenly forgot all about this yuan.
However, at this moment, I remember it very clearly. Those details that are inadvertently ignored, once remembered again, have extraordinary weight in the aftertaste! Forget it, let's get our shoes repaired. Shoes will always wear out day by day, just like us, they will always get old day by day-helpless and sad.
2. The person who repairs shoes writes that flowers bloom and fall, and spring goes back. A few years later, whenever I pass by the shoe repair booth, I will think of the kind old man who has passed away. He may be an ordinary person among all sentient beings, however, he serves people with his hardworking hands and superb technology.
Thinking about it, his shadow reappeared in my mind: the vicissitudes of life's face was covered with wrinkles, just like wood carving, and the face like butter cloth was covered with the marks of years. Obviously, he has been engaged in this business for many years. Whether it is cold or dog days, his hands are busy sewing shoes, changing shoe roots and repairing chains. ...
I remember once, after lunch, I was walking on my way to school and suddenly felt that my shoes were useless. I looked down, ah! Shit! No wonder my feet are cold. It turned out that my shoes were open. What bad luck What should I do? Go back and change it. Time is too late. Fix it. I have no money. I hesitated, so I went to grandpa's booth with a try attitude and said shyly, "My shoes are broken, but I have no money. Can you fix it for me first, and I'll ask my mother to send you the money after school? " Hearing this, he put down his work without saying anything. I pointed to the stool with my finger, let me sit down, took off my shoes, then found a nylon rope, picked up the sewing needle, tied it on the vamp, and then pulled it from bottom to top. The second needle passes through the pulled coil and ties it, and then pulls a coil to put the second coil into the first coil. According to the same method, the needle keeps shuttling, and the action is very skillful. In a short time, it was sewn. "Son, put it on. Forget it, don't pay it, go to school. " Grandpa said to me. I was very moved after listening to his words. There are such good people working for free in this world. It may not be surprising that this matter is put on the rich, but it can't help but make people deeply moved when it is put on this grandfather who is not so rich.
Looking at his vicissitudes of life face and repaired shoes, I have a sense of shame: my smallness and selfishness make me feel guilty. At this moment, I think he is so tall, and I am shocked by his unpaid work spirit.
Although this ordinary old man has left us, his sincere and kind heart will remain in our hearts forever.
Description of the old man's appearance My grandfather is a farmer. I like him very much, counting the wrinkles on his forehead like a stream, and I prefer his rough hands like pine bark to touch my smooth head.
Usually grandpa is silent and only knows how to work. He is hardworking and simple, and he has been farming all his life.
In the cold and hot summer, in the storm, he always gets up at dawn and works, and comes back with dirt when the sun goes down. Grandpa worked hard to raise five children.
As long as I can remember, I seldom heard him say a few words, but when I was happy, I just smiled when I saw my little grandson. My grandfather is a painter with a square face and silver hair. Although he has no white beard and chin, he has that handsome face.
When he talks about painting, he always likes it so much that he can't help gesticulating with his hands. I can't understand what he said, or the painters who came to ask for advice said that what Grandpa said was as superb as his painting.
Due to years of hard work, the back of grandpa's hand is as rough as the bark of an old pine tree, which has cracked a series of holes and grinded several thick calluses on his palm; Time has mercilessly carved deep wrinkles on his blushing face. His black hair and goatee have turned gray, only his eyes are still so radiant, although the corners of his eyes are covered with dense crow's feet ... I miss my grandfather. Grandpa has a bronzed face, eyes like two bells and a goatee floating on his pointed chin.
He is tall and has broad shoulders. Although he is over 70 years old, he can speak with a powerful voice like Hong Zhong. Even the young man can't keep up with him when he walks. 6. Ji Lao scale is in his fifties, but his body is as hard as a stone tablet; An egg shaped thing that just came from outside his mouth kicked him in the chest with a gouge, as if he had been bounced by a flea.
He is famous for his superb craftsmanship, but he can only be half hungry and half full; In his words, I have never had enough to eat in my life. He has a bad temper, doesn't marry a family, doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, and drinks hard liquor and smells snuff; Sleep when you are drunk, snore like thunder, sneeze like shooting.
7. Grandpa has been retired for two years, with a thin skeleton and fishnet lines on his face. The gray hair on the top of the head seems to be wearing a small felt hat.
When you laugh, your chin sticks up high, because there are few teeth in your mouth and your lips are deeply sunken. 8. The old man's flesh is not much, and he is as thin as an old osprey.
However, the tanned face, short white beard are particularly energetic, and those deep-set eyes are particularly bright. It is rare to see such sharp and bright eyes, except on Baiyangdian Lake.
9. A fat old man in high spirits heard the dog barking and walked out of the house. He is about sixty years old. His light brown hair is well maintained, but his beard is gray.
This is Professor Blay. 10, my grandmother's dress today is very different from usual: wearing a wool hat, a brand-new black woolen coat, a pair of blended tweed pants and shiny flat shoes.
She walked out of the door with a cane in her hand, a beaming face and a red paper in her hand. 165438+
He can't live without a small teapot all day. He held it when he walked, touched it when he read the newspaper, and even put it next to his head when he slept, as if he were afraid of being stolen. 12, my grandfather is short. He always wears a dark blue dress.
His weather-beaten face has accumulated ups and downs for decades. Although grandpa is 68 years old, he is always reluctant to leave his precious job-the glasses factory.
My uncle and grandmother repeatedly did his ideological work and let him leave the army. My grandfather kept shaking his head. 13, my grandfather is a real old man with crops.
Bronzed face, deeply engraved with wrinkles; Two big hands like small cattail fans are covered with calluses. Grandpa is over 60 years old this year, but he can start farming and dare to compete with young people.
14, when I was in the first grade, a strange old man came to my house. He is tall and thin, with wrinkles on his forehead and face like a knife, a pair of yellow and small worn glasses on his nose, and a black cotton-padded coat covering his heels.
The coat seems to have never been washed and become shiny. Seeing him reminds me of Mr. Accountant in those small shops in the movie.
I hid behind my father and watched him secretly. Dad was talking to him, as if he suddenly remembered something. He pulled me in front of "Mr. Accountant" and asked me to call him "Mr. Accountant" and "Beloved" with a big smile.
I got up the courage to gently call out "touts" and quickly hid behind my father. 15. My grandmother is over seventy years old.
The head is covered with silver hair, and the lines on the head and eyes are heavy. She usually wears a blue coat and black trousers
Grandma's hair naturally curls and looks really beautiful; Kind eyes always smile, and words are crisp and pleasant. 16, grandma is seventy years old, her short hair is covered with frost, her big eyes have sunk deeply, her teeth in her mouth are almost * * *, her rough hands are covered with blood vessels like earthworms, and her weather-beaten face is full of wrinkles, which seems to record her hardships in the past 70 years.
17, our Chinese teacher is a little old man, wearing a pair of thick myopia glasses. He walked slowly, as if he were brewing a masterpiece. In addition, he usually speaks with a mouthful of "connecting people with words", and his language is humorous, which really smacks of Old Master Q Q. Although he is like this, he is really good in class.
18, Grandma Liu has always been very clean in my impression. When I walk beside her, I always smell a faint smell of soap. Her hair is always well combed, and it is not messy.
Not only did she clean herself, but everything in the house was spotless. She washes the clothes of her son, daughter-in-law and grandson by herself. They always dress straight.
I didn't find her idle when I went to her house. 19, Xiao Bobo is a retired cadre of the Second Light Industry Bureau of our district.
He is of medium height and strong.
4. Description of the old man's appearance My grandfather is a farmer. I like him very much, counting the wrinkles on his forehead like a stream, and I prefer his rough hands like pine bark to touch my smooth head.
Usually grandpa is silent and only knows how to work. He is hardworking and simple, and he has been farming all his life.
In the cold and hot summer, in the storm, he always gets up at dawn and works, and comes back with dirt when the sun goes down. Grandpa worked hard to raise five children.
As long as I can remember, I seldom heard him say a few words, but when I was happy, I just smiled when I saw my little grandson. My grandfather is a painter with a square face and silver hair. Although he has no white beard and chin, he has that handsome face.
When he talks about painting, he always likes it so much that he can't help gesticulating with his hands. I can't understand what he said, or the painters who came to ask for advice said that what Grandpa said was as superb as his painting.
Due to years of hard work, the back of grandpa's hand is as rough as the bark of an old pine tree, which has cracked a series of holes and grinded several thick calluses on his palm; Time has mercilessly carved deep wrinkles on his blushing face. His black hair and goatee have turned gray, only his eyes are still so radiant, although the corners of his eyes are covered with dense crow's feet ... I miss my grandfather. Grandpa has a bronzed face, eyes like two bells and a goatee floating on his pointed chin.
He is tall and has broad shoulders. Although he is over 70 years old, he can speak with a powerful voice like Hong Zhong. Even the young man can't keep up with him when he walks. 6. Ji Lao scale is in his fifties, but his body is as hard as a stone tablet; An egg shaped thing that just came from outside his mouth kicked him in the chest with a gouge, as if he had been bounced by a flea.
He is famous for his superb craftsmanship, but he can only be half hungry and half full; In his words, I have never had enough to eat in my life. He has a bad temper, doesn't marry a family, doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, and drinks hard liquor and smells snuff; Sleep when you are drunk, snore like thunder, sneeze like shooting.
7. Grandpa has been retired for two years, with a thin skeleton and fishnet lines on his face. The gray hair on the top of the head seems to be wearing a small felt hat.
When you laugh, your chin sticks up high, because there are few teeth in your mouth and your lips are deeply sunken. 8. The old man's flesh is not much, and he is as thin as an old osprey.
However, the tanned face, short white beard are particularly energetic, and those deep-set eyes are particularly bright. It is rare to see such sharp and bright eyes, except on Baiyangdian Lake.
9. A fat old man in high spirits heard the dog barking and walked out of the house. He is about sixty years old. His light brown hair is well maintained, but his beard is gray.
This is Professor Blay. 10, my grandmother's dress today is very different from usual: wearing a wool hat, a brand-new black woolen coat, a pair of blended tweed pants and shiny flat shoes.
She walked out of the door with a cane in her hand, a beaming face and a red paper in her hand. 165438+
He can't live without a small teapot all day. He held it when he walked, touched it when he read the newspaper, and even put it next to his head when he slept, as if he were afraid of being stolen. 12, my grandfather is short. He always wears a dark blue dress.
His weather-beaten face has accumulated ups and downs for decades. Although grandpa is 68 years old, he is always reluctant to leave his precious job-the glasses factory.
My uncle and grandmother repeatedly did his ideological work and let him leave the army. My grandfather kept shaking his head. 13, my grandfather is a real old man with crops.
Bronzed face, deeply engraved with wrinkles; Two big hands like small cattail fans are covered with calluses. Grandpa is over 60 years old this year, but he can start farming and dare to compete with young people.
14, when I was in the first grade, a strange old man came to my house. He is tall and thin, with wrinkles on his forehead and face like a knife, a pair of yellow and small worn glasses on his nose, and a black cotton-padded coat covering his heels.
The coat seems to have never been washed and become shiny. Seeing him reminds me of Mr. Accountant in those small shops in the movie.
I hid behind my father and watched him secretly. Dad was talking to him, as if he suddenly remembered something. He pulled me in front of "Mr. Accountant" and asked me to call him "Mr. Accountant" and "Beloved" with a big smile.
I got up the courage to gently call out "touts" and quickly hid behind my father. 15. My grandmother is over seventy years old.
The head is covered with silver hair, and the lines on the head and eyes are heavy. She usually wears a blue coat and black trousers
Grandma's hair naturally curls and looks really beautiful; Kind eyes always smile, and words are crisp and pleasant. 16, grandma is seventy years old, her short hair is covered with frost, her big eyes have sunk deeply, her teeth in her mouth are almost * * *, her rough hands are covered with blood vessels like earthworms, and her weather-beaten face is full of wrinkles, which seems to record her hardships in the past 70 years.
17, our Chinese teacher is a little old man, wearing a pair of thick myopia glasses. He walked slowly, as if he were brewing a masterpiece. In addition, he usually speaks with a mouthful of "connecting people with words", and his language is humorous, which really smacks of Old Master Q Q. Although he is like this, he is really good in class.
18, Grandma Liu has always been very clean in my impression. When I walk beside her, I always smell a faint smell of soap. Her hair is always well combed, and it is not messy.
Not only did she clean herself, but everything in the house was spotless. She washes the clothes of her son, daughter-in-law and grandson by herself. They always dress straight.
I didn't find her idle when I went to her house. 19, Xiao Bobo is a retired cadre of the Second Light Industry Bureau of our district.
He is of medium height and strong.
There is an old man repairing shoes near our school. He comes here early every day to repair his shoes and comes home late at night. We are strangers. Whenever I pass there on my way to and from school, I just glance at him and leave in a hurry. But through one thing, I deeply realized his nobility. ...
At that time, I wore my mother's new leather shoes to school. After school at night, I fought with my classmates and cracked my heel! I thought to myself: Oh, no! Mom will definitely talk about me! Maybe you will be beaten! Suddenly, my heart lit up and I ran out of the campus.
Maybe it's too late. Grandpa is the only one who cleans up the shoe stall, and there are no customers. I ran to the front and panted, "Grandpa! I want to repair my shoes! " Grandpa looked at me and said kindly, "Take off your shoes and let me have a look!" " "I sat on a stool in Xiao Mu, watching the old man mend shoes. His forehead is deeply wrinkled, engraved with the vicissitudes of time. Although his hands are full of calluses, his skill in repairing shoes is as skilled as that of embroidered mother's hands! Like magic, he repaired my shoes in a short time! As good as new! After seeing me put on my shoes, he said with distress, "Son, it's not easy for mom and dad to make money!" Be careful in the future! " I was surprised and asked, "Grandpa! If your shoes are broken, you can work to earn money. Why do you want to persuade me to pay attention to protecting shoes? " "Son, my family is very poor, and my grandson can only earn money by repairing shoes to go to school, so that children can understand that it is not easy for adults to earn money! Save money and not spend money! " Grandpa said earnestly. I felt sorry for my grandfather and gave him an extra yuan when I left.
The next morning, it began to rain lightly. I walk to school with my schoolbag on my back and an umbrella.
As I approached the school gate, I saw the old man mending shoes standing on tiptoe with an oil-paper umbrella, trying his best to bow his back slightly and look at me. I hurried over and asked, "Grandpa, what can I do for you?" He smiled: "Son, you paid me one yuan more yesterday!" " "oh! God, he's waiting for me at school for a dollar! Besides, it's raining today, and he doesn't have to stand up! He put the money into my hand, held an umbrella and gradually disappeared into the misty rain and fog. I hold a dollar and my eyes are wet. ...
Although it's been a long time, grandpa hasn't repaired shoes there, but I still can't forget it! I miss the old man who repaired shoes very much, because he taught me a truth, a truth of being a man …
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6. The portrait of the old man describes a shabby hut in the workers' village. The hut has walls and mud piles. There are all kinds of flowers and plants on the wall.
The owner of the hut is an old man. His wrinkled face, gray and slack, recalled his weather-beaten years. He is all skin and bones, and his waist is bent badly. His clothes always make people think he is an old beggar.
At present, the only "job" of the old people is to collect and sell junk, and sometimes they sit at the gate of the yard and take a nap or bask in the sun.
Bottles, broken cans and scrap iron filled the yard, leaving only a narrow passage where you can put your feet down. These rags almost flooded the hut.
Nobody cares about the history of old people now. He is a coal miner. It is said that when he was young, he had an object in his hometown, because it was a "coal spot" and he blew it. Later, he didn't think much: he didn't go back to his hometown after retirement and built this hut.
In this way, the old man lives with the rags in the yard and the flowers on the wall, day after day, year after year.
One day, the old man sat at the gate of the yard and died in a deep sleep. It was a cloudy evening, flowers were in full bloom, and the afterglow of the sunset locked him in a cage.
A few days later, the city radio and TV station reported an explosive news. Someone donated 10,000 yuan to the Municipal Education Foundation, and the donor was him, the owner of the hut and the old man who picked up junk.
[Brief Comment]: The author is a middle school student in Hebi Mining Bureau of Henan Province. This article is about real people.
The success of this paper lies in the use of environmental description, portrait description, profile description and other techniques, which makes people feel that the elderly are extremely ordinary, extremely pitiful and extremely unfortunate, thus causing people's sympathy and even pity. Finally, the feat of donating 10 thousand yuan to the "Municipal Education Foundation" was reported. The huge contrast greatly enhances the touching power.
The environmental description in this paper plays a role in displaying the characters' thoughts and personalities.
For example, although the hut is broken, there are all kinds of flowers and plants on the wall, which reflects the owner's love for beauty and pursuit of life.
The description of the environment full of rags in the house shows the poor living conditions of the old people.
"One day, the old man sat at the gate of the yard and died in a deep sleep. It was a cloudy evening, flowers were in full bloom, and the afterglow of the sun kept him in a cage. " This description of the environment sets off the beautiful hearts of the elderly.
Look at the introduction of the article again:
"Almost no one cares about the old man ..." A profile describes him as an ordinary old man. No status, no influence, no respect.
"It is said that ..." A profile description, through the mouth of others, confessed the old man's misfortune.
After breakfast this morning, my mother took me to the south gate to buy food, and also took a pair of shoes by the way, saying that they would be repaired.
At the south gate, just out of Huabin New Village, I saw two stone lions standing on both sides of the road at a glance. Not far from Shishi, I also saw a small wooden box. That wooden box is very old. There was an old man wearing a dark brown fur coat and a thick quilt on his legs, so he moved a Mazar and sat behind a wooden box. Presumably, he must be the old man who repaired shoes that his mother said. I looked up and asked my mother, "Mom, mom, are we repairing shoes at that old man's place?" "Of course, every time I want to repair shoes, I will go to him, not only because he repairs well, but also because the price is not expensive. More importantly, that person is very poor. " "Why do you say he is poor?" "Because his wife died in an accident, his family was abandoned. How difficult it is for a person to support his family! " Mom replied. After listening to this, I feel quite heavy.
I walked with my mother. The old man is not busy either. Mother explained the situation of those shoes to the old man who repaired them, and then went shopping with me.
After about half an hour, we found the old man who repaired shoes again. Ouch! We went at the right time. The old man has just repaired his shoes. Mother took the repaired shoes and looked at them, with a satisfied smile on her face. Then she took out her wallet and gave the old man a dollar. But when the old man saw it, he said to his mother, "Oh, isn't it just a few cents?" Forget it, forget it! ""that won't do. How can you not give money when your shoes are repaired so well? " "Oh, forget it, forget it! Next time, pay together next time! "The old man was so anxious that he almost jumped off the Mazar." No, no. A few cents is also money! " After a fierce "dispute", my mother simply stuffed the money into my grandfather's hand. At first, grandpa was unwilling to accept it, but seeing that his mother was so "tough", grandpa had to accept it. He put a dollar in a small box and found 70 cents for his mother.
This scene really moved me! Because that old man not only does good things for everyone, but also refuses to accept the rewards given by others.
Alas, there are really not many such old people now. ...