There are some people, and I can think of some people who often come to this garden. There was an old man who was a real drinker; He has a flat porcelain bottle hanging around his waist. Of course, the bottle is full of wine, and he often comes to this garden to spend the afternoon. He strolled in the garden. If you don't pay attention, you will think there are several such old people in the garden. When you have seen his outstanding drinking, you will believe that this is a unique old man. His clothes are too casual and he walks carelessly. After walking fifty or sixty meters, he chose a place, put one foot on a stone bench or a ridge or a stump, and took off the bottle at his waist. When he took off the bottle, he carefully looked at the scenery from the perspective of 180 degrees with wide eyes, then poured a big mouthful of wine into his stomach in lightning speed, shook the bottle around his waist and thought calmly for a while. There is also a bird catcher. In those days, there were almost no people in the garden, but there were many birds. He pulled a net in the bushes in the northwest corner, and the bird hit it. His feathers were trapped in the net and could not extricate themselves. He only waited for a bird that was once rare in many ways, and then took off and let it go when the other birds got on the net. He said that he had been waiting for the rare bird for many years. He said that he would wait for another year to see if there was such a bird, but he waited for many years.
2. Ask for an essay describing the details of the elderly. About 600 words ago, when instructing students to write people's compositions, I always felt that students' exercises were not vivid, and all they wrote were proverbs, which were not heartfelt words at all.
Even some students don't know what to write. Is there no love in life, or is there nothing to sing around? Of course not, but students lack feeling and presentation.
In an exercise with the theme of "warmth", students didn't know what to write at first. I asked them to recall the care and help given by people around them.
I asked Liu Hao to stand up and tell everyone what he wanted to write. He replied that he hadn't decided yet. At this moment, I suddenly remembered that his mother came to give him clothes when he was studying in the evening.
I asked my classmates, do you remember? Everyone says "remember". I said, "Liu Hao, can you tell us what happened?" He said, "Good! My mother came to give me clothes when I was studying for myself last night.
I walked out of the classroom, put on my clothes and walked into the classroom. "He said casually, as if to say something that happened to others and had nothing to do with himself.
I know he didn't feel his mother's love for him by sending him clothes. "What did Mom tell you when she delivered the clothes?" "Mom said, just call you to add clothes, you don't add, it's freezing now.
Put it on! ""What clothes did Mom give you? " "A yellow sweater." "What did Mom do when she spoke?" "She dressed me. "
"good! Can you elaborate on how your mother dresses you? " "Mom put the sweater on my head, then gently pulled it down, put sleeves on me, and then smoothed the front and rear corners." "At this time, did you see your mother? What about her face and hands? Have you noticed? " "Yes, her face was red with cold.
When dressing me, my hand accidentally touched my face and I felt very cold. ""well, have you ever wondered why mom is like this? " "She braved the cold all the way to send me clothes, but she didn't wear much.
"At this time, Liu Hao classmate say not bottom go to, he cried, other students also shed tears.
Look, these are children. It's not that they can't understand other people's concern, but they need someone to guide them to taste their happiness from the details.
In this way, when they feel love, they will love others and write words from the heart.
3. Describe and unfold Qiong Yao's version of "An old man walking on a mountain road with a bundle of firewood on his back" with details.
An old man, his eyes looking ahead, seems to be waiting for something! He was carrying a bundle of firewood on his shoulder, and his solid broad arms began to tremble slightly. This feeling? The hearts of passers-by seem to be broken. He whispered to passers-by: "Don't worry about me, I am willing to bear all the pain!" " "Passers-by smiled, eyes showing concern, without any words to comfort him, silently watching his back. The old man's eyes were red, and a few tears rolled down his cheeks. He can't control it anymore. He turned and grabbed the hands of passers-by: "You stepped on my foot! " "
Jinyong edition
Passers-by slapped the palm of his hand on the old man's back with a strong wind. The old man felt an internal force on his back constantly breaking into his body and couldn't help saying, "Good skill!" " Exercise resistance secretly. It's a pity that the palm of your hand, like eyes, tightly sticks to the old man's body and flies up and down like a palm, making it difficult for him to have a chance to breathe. The old man could not help secretly complaining, and sweat ran down his cheeks. Finally, the old man turned pale and blurted out, "Master, will you stop pushing me?"
Gulongban
At noon on April 14, Panshan Road.
No wind, cigar smoke, who can stand carrying firewood every day?
He can!
He is on his way to the top of the mountain now.
Passers-by got shot!
No one can see clearly the movement and speed of his hand.
The old man didn't dodge, he knew it was all in vain.
Besides, he volunteered this time.
The old man's throat is a little salty and his stomach is rolling. A liquid seems to gush from the body.
It's over.
The road is still like that.
People disappeared.
In addition to some branches, there are several pieces of human skin on the ground.
The screams of swimmers echoed on the empty mountain road. ...
Luxun edition
The road to the top of the mountain was empty, and several passers-by passed by happily and glanced at the old man. The old man hunched his back, rolled his eyes from time to time and said slowly, "There are four ways to carry firewood, do you know?"
Haha, that's all, I hope it can be adopted ~ ~ ~
The more details about the elderly, the better. 1. Count the wrinkles on his forehead like a stream. I prefer his hand, chapped and rough like pine bark, to touch my smooth head.
He 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.
The 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.
2. This is a kind old man, and his hair is combed carefully, without any mess. But silvery white hair is still clearly visible in the black hair. In the slightly sunken eye socket, a pair of dark brown eyes quietly tell the vicissitudes of the years.
The old man has a short and hard moustache, a pair of brown eyes deep in the eye socket, and a disheveled gray hair.
The old witch has a hooked nose and a long chin, just like two hooks almost stick together. Oily hair is half white and half black. Wrapped tightly in a thick black cloak all day, like a trap.
Please adopt O(∩_∩)O in time if it helps. Thank you!
5. Described the love and vicissitudes of an old man and an old woman in detail. When they were young, their black hair was like the first snow in winter and the first frost in autumn. The roots are silver-haired, half covered and half covered. There are wrinkles on my face, like twists and turns in the past. In the slightly sunken eye socket, a pair of dark brown eyes quietly tell the vicissitudes of the years.
Yellow skin and wrinkles on the face also show traces of the passage of time.
Whether it is spring or hot or cold, I can always see an old man cleaning our street on my way to school. He dresses simply, just like an ordinary cleaner.
One morning, the sun just showed a rosy round face, and the breeze blew on the earth. My hair fluttered in the wind and I was in a particularly happy mood. I eat steamed bread wrapped in breakfast bags while walking. At this time, the old man caught my attention. He was wearing a shabby Chinese tunic suit, a blue hat, a wisp of white hair under the hat, a red armband and waving a broom rhythmically.
I walked past him and accidentally dropped the steamed bread breakfast bag. The wind blew this piece of waste paper far away. At the same time, the garbage that the old man had just swept was blown all over the sky, and the old man still quietly picked up the broom and swept it one by one. His hands are covered with calluses, and sometimes he bends down to pick up rubbish that the broom can't sweep. The rickety body makes people look weak. With the increase of wind, he coughs repeatedly.
Soon, the old man finished sweeping the floor and sat on a stone chair to rest. He took out a book and read it carefully. I wonder how a cleaner can read. I leaned over and took a look. Hey! It's still all in English, I can't understand it. At this time, an uncle came out of the small building and said to the old man, "Professor Zhang, your phone." "Ok, wait a minute." He picked up the broom and left step by step.
I paused. The old man did not enjoy his happy life to beautify our community environment. ...
Every morning, you can see not only the thin body of the old man, but also the figure of a child, and that child is me.
But since that incident, it has completely changed my understanding of the elderly.
6. Please take an old man at home as the object of description and write a composition with outstanding details. My grandfather, who is over 70 years old, is of medium build, with a straight back, wrinkled forehead and gentle eyes.
My grandfather is very frugal. One day, my grandfather and I were at home. I just feel stuffy in the room, my face is sweating a lot, and my throat and eyes are burning and thirsty. The water in the cup seems too hot to drink. I think it's good to eat a bean paste popsicle now! I went to ask my grandfather for money, and he gave me two dollars very readily. I went downstairs and bought two oasis bean paste popsicles. I finished mine before I went upstairs. Good thirst quenching! I came in and handed grandpa a popsicle. Grandpa said, "You eat, grandpa is not hot. Just have some tea and you can eat it. " I said, "Grandpa, obviously you can't stand the heat. Eat, it's so cool. " Grandpa smiled and said, "You eat. I don't like it. " I don't believe it. Grandpa doesn't like eating popsicles in such hot weather. I said, "Do you want to buy another one?" Can you give me another dollar? "Grandpa said," I won't eat. One dollar each. You eat. " I took the popsicle and whispered, "It's only a dollar, so stingy! "Grandpa smiled and said," A dollar is money! " But think about it, I asked my grandfather for money to buy school supplies, and grandpa never said no!
My grandfather is a lovely person. One day, some friends came to my house to play, and grandpa cooked dinner for us. After dinner, grandpa played hide-and-seek with us. Grandpa always hides in the corner. Whenever we appear, he makes faces to scare us. When we played "123 wooden head", grandpa stayed there like a wooden head, which made us laugh. When playing police to catch thieves, grandpa pretended to be a drunk policeman and stumbled, making everyone laugh. Isn't my grandfather cute?
My grandfather is a kind man. One morning, I overslept and my grandfather took me to school. There is an uncle sitting on the ground with a smile on his face. Grandpa asked, "What's the matter with you?" Uncle said, "I twisted my foot." Grandpa dragged his uncle's foot, looked at it and was silent for a while. I leaned close to grandpa's ear and said, "I'm going to be late for school." Grandpa said, "Rare, go to school by yourself." This time, I was very angry. Grandpa left me for an irrelevant person and let me go to school by myself, which was criticized by the teacher. I was so angry that I could not speak, so I walked to school alone.
In the evening, I came home, and grandpa happened to be at home. I entered the room without looking up. Grandpa came in with a meal in his hand and said, "Rare, I took that uncle to the hospital. It doesn't matter. Don't be angry with grandpa, grandpa is not good, ah! Eat quickly. " I turned around and saw my grandpa's smiling face. I laughed so hard that tears welled up in my eyes.
This is my grandfather, a thrifty, lovely and kind old man. Do you like it?
7. An old man was walking on a mountain road with a bundle of firewood on his back (describe in detail) about 300 words. Thank you. This is the Mengdong River in western Hunan with beautiful scenery. The mountains are opposite, the peaks overlap, birds and insects sing, and there are beautiful scenery everywhere. On this bridge, an 83-year-old man walks. In order to make a living, she exhausted all her strength. She walks several roads every day, chopping firewood on the steep mountain opposite, carrying heavy firewood and carrying a load of firewood on her back. The heavy burden has overwhelmed the old man, and the firewood on his back is bigger than his body. Her right hand is on crutches, her left hand is on her waist, and she has a good anti-skid function on her feet. Heavy dry wood, a little white hair, not so deep wrinkles, thin body, stumbling steps, her body has been bent into an arch, leaning forward. Her neck was covered with tense and laborious muscles, and she walked alone on the wet road after the rain. Firewood piled on her back like this mountain needs to be used to make a fire and cook, like a gyro spinning all day, singing dumb folk songs. Although she lived a hard life, she saw a smile on her face that most people didn't have. Maybe she can live a full life, have a real expression on her face, and her mind is not tired at all. I'm surprised: I'm still strong in my 80 s, but I'm so healthy that I don't ask for anything in return.
The old man by the Mengdong River lives in steep mountains and rivers. They are suffering from the years, the wind is blowing, but they are still tenacious and alive, conveying the true meaning of being a man. In rural areas, there are too many such pictures, and life is very helpless. But living in such an environment is a godsend of health and longevity, which may have a lot to do with the high content of drinking water and negative oxygen in the local area, or it may be the only place where she is better than the city people.
Friend: Go home quickly and be kind to your parents. Filial piety can't wait, we all get old one day! Although she suffers from poverty and chopping wood every day, the old lady always smiles without any affectation or complaint. That's a heartfelt smile. Eighty years of ups and downs, eighty years of ups and downs, eighty years of dullness, never going out of the mountains or seeing the sea, she has long been accustomed to hardships, ups and downs, dull years and smiling at life. When greeting, her natural smile made me feel extremely shocked and moved.
8. Describe the details of the old man's hands full of years. Life is a lonely one-way trip. Perhaps in this process, there are many people walking with you, but along the way, I found myself with those indelible marks.
Whose eyes were dyed like blood by the sunset, which stung the old joke. The setting sun hits the top of the forest, concentrating the shadow frost of youth, rolling on the golden land, pouring out deep sadness.
It is already late autumn, and the rustling wind always passes through the corners of the clothes, and the chill hits my heart. Looking at everything in autumn, there is no bright sunshine in spring, full of vitality, no lush foliage in summer and no white clothes in winter. Some are just bleak.
Stepping on a fallen leaf "crackled", picking up a piece and putting it in the palm of your hand, it fell asleep peacefully. Clear veins criss-cross, spreading leaves are full of gold, and every oblique, vertical and texture of it seems to be interpreting something. Too busy, too careless
Put this leaf in the palm of your hand and look up. The tree has lost its vitality. Only a few leaves are crumbling, the trunk is wrinkled and cracked, and there is no longer the style of the past.
I don't like this season, it's probably a summer that doesn't give up green. But dare not think back, I am afraid that the other party will buckle their feelings.
Sunset sprinkled on the body, warm, seems to want to melt the desolation of autumn.
At that time, I was a carefree hedgehog, groping in the crowd and inadvertently harvesting a bunch of fruits. But I never thought that the fruit was punctured and bloodied. Time ran over me and took away my thorns, so I survived. Or you can live. However, what is lost is thorns, and more is endless sadness.
Looking back on all this, those years of fighting side by side have returned to the loneliness now.
Leaves fall, new buds will grow in the coming year, and new rings will be born. This is the mark left by the years. Autumn is like this, the sun is no different from last year's present. Those years and the present come from two different time and space, and the traces of the years connect them into a whole. The past gave me motivation.
At least now we are under the same blue sky, and the autumn wind sweeps you and me. When the sunset takes away the last ray of light, you and I are both in the dark.
Looking back, it is the mark of the years. Don't hesitate, don't be sad, go ahead and forge ahead!