1. Describe the appearance of the old man in 300 words. I often hear uncles and aunts talking about how individual traders love to lie. They wrap potatoes in soil as preserved eggs, fill chicken bellies with water and sell them to people, and only sell a pound of bananas to seven people.

two.

I don't like self-employed people, and I never buy from them.

However, one thing changed my impression of them and is something I will never forget.

It was a cold winter afternoon. When I was in physical education class, I suddenly felt air leaking from my feet. When I lowered my head, I saw that my cotton shoes had opened. When I got home, I told my father about it.

Dad said: "Winter is coming to an end, and it's not worth buying new shoes, so let's get them mended!" But there was no cobbler shop near my home, so I had to put on my sneakers and go with my father to find a cobbler near our school.

Shoes for old man.

At this time, the sun was about to set in the west, and the cold northwest wind blew up the sand on the ground. People walked hurriedly against the cold wind.

The old man who mended shoes had already packed the shoe repair box and was ready to go home.

Seeing this scene, my father hurriedly walked up and said, "Old man, can you mend this child's shoes? His shoe threads came apart during physical education class." The old man looked at the roaring wind and hesitated for a moment, but then looked at what I was wearing.

When my sneakers were broken, I said, "Okay!" The old man reopened the shoe repair box, sat on the stool, picked up my shoes, looked at them, and started repairing them.

I looked at this old man carefully. He had gray hair, a bronze complexion, a pair of bright eyes, and his forehead was covered with wrinkles.

His hands were covered with thick calluses from years of mending shoes. He held the shoe awl in one hand and the thread in the other, sewing stitch by stitch.

It was so cold that he stopped from time to time and breathed into his hands.

After a while, the crack was sewn, but he did not stop. He pulled open the places where the thread was about to open one by one, sewed them up again, and said to himself: "The shoes the child is wearing are not strong enough."

As he spoke, he began to mend it carefully.

But I was thinking in my heart: "Huh, aren't you just trying to charge me more money?" The shoes were repaired, and the old man's hands were frozen.

Dad asked him softly: "How much does it cost?" He stretched out the two taped fingers on his right hand and said without raising his head: "Two cents." I was stunned.

While dad was taking out the money, he asked him how much he could earn in a day. He said, "Hey, it's not money, it's just for everyone's convenience!" The old man's words were like a small hammer hitting my heart.

Up... 2. A 300-word essay describing the appearance of an elderly person in rural areas. A person I know well is an old woman selling vegetables at the farmer's market near my home. Her yellow face is covered with wrinkles. You can tell at a glance that she is a

farmers.

I often go to her place to buy groceries, so I am very familiar with her.

One day, my mother was very busy, so she asked me to buy groceries for her.

I came to the farmer's market and was still looking for the vegetable place I was most familiar with. At this time, the old lady warmly entertained me and said happily: "Little sister, you are here to help mom buy vegetables again. Do you want some tomatoes?"

"After that, I took action and picked a big and fresh one. I said curiously: "Grandma, how did you know that what I wanted was a tomato?" "Of course, you are our grandma.

I’m a customer, of course I know.” I took the tomatoes my grandma picked out for me and went home happily.

When I handed the tomatoes to my mother, I suddenly found that my wallet was missing. I was very anxious and immediately went to look for it. As soon as I went out, I saw the old lady running towards me out of breath and said: "Little sister, you

I put my wallet here, and when I saw you walking this way, I immediately chased you. Take it away quickly, or your mother will be angry again!" With that, I wiped the wallet back.

With tears on her face, she looked at her honest face and didn't know what to say. The old lady waved her hand to me and said, "My child, go home, so that your mother won't be anxious."

"I waved goodbye to the old grandma and thought: What a good person this is. She leads people with sincerity and is kind-hearted. Her spirit and moral character are deeply left in my memory. 3. Portrait of the Old Man Writing Worker

There is a dilapidated hut in the village. The hut has a mud wall and various flowers and plants are planted on the wall. The owner of the hut is an old man whose gray and wrinkled face bears the traces of his weathered years.

He is skinny and hunched, and his clothes always make people mistake him for an old beggar. The old man's only "job" now is to collect and sell rags. He sometimes sits at the gate of the courtyard and takes a nap or bask in the sun.

Broken pots and broken iron were piled up in the small courtyard, leaving only a narrow passage that could only accommodate a foot. The old man's history was almost submerged. He was a worker in the coal mine.

. I heard that when he was young, he had a lover in his hometown, but he blew it because he was a "coal black man". Later, he never thought about it again: after he retired, he built this small house to keep him company.

He lived with the rags in the courtyard and the flowers and plants on the wall, day after day, year after year. One day, the old man died in his deep sleep while sitting at the door of the courtyard, in a sky filled with blooming flowers.

At dusk, the afterglow of the sun enveloped him.