How to write an essay for strangers, in a hurry

During this year's winter vacation, my father took me to exercise in Chokech Island Park every evening. As I walked to the gate of the park, I suddenly saw a man walking towards me with difficulty. I looked at him:

He was a student, with big eyes, a flat nose, and a wide mouth. It looks okay, but when walking, the body will tilt from side to side, and the hands will be crooked from ......side to sideAll in all, his movements when walking are not as relaxed and natural as normal people, but he walks slowly and with great difficulty. My dad quietly told me that he had cerebral hemiplegia and couldn't walk, so he came to practice walking.

It turned out to be a hemiplegic patient, and he didn't walk like a person, and I thought he was really sympathetic.

For the next few days, he continued to come every day, and his mother helped him walk. Once, his mother told him to turn, but he just couldn't. His face turned red with anxiety, and his eyes were still shining with small tears. How can you not feel sympathy for him?

After a semester, I went to the park again during the summer vacation. Ah, I saw him again. He's the same as before, except that he's walking faster, faster than normal. Although the movement was unnatural, at least he could already walk, walking that fast.

On the weekend, when I went to the park, I saw that familiar figure again—it was him, it was him! He could climb the stairs on his own. At this moment, he is so tall in my heart.

Sympathy, now all gone, my heart spontaneously gave birth to a sense of admiration. I admire his strong will to fight against the disease and his perseverance. I seemed to see his fiery heart radiating brilliant light

People are not lovely because they are beautiful, but they are beautiful because they are lovely." Strange big brother, your will, your spirit, are admirable. I think you're so cute now.

That night, it was dark and I was resting in a chair in front of my house. Suddenly, a man came out of the darkness, and he was seen walking and swaying. When I got closer, I found that he was disheveled, wearing a shirt of difficult color to read, a hemp rope tied around his waist, a pair of worn shoes on his feet, and his hair was unkempt.

I wondered, could this person be a thief? I'm going to have to be careful! When I walked in a little further, I saw that he was still carrying a large bag, and that he was holding a wooden stick in his hand, which turned out to be a scrap picker.

Because he has a disability in his right foot, he walks like this.

Step by step, he walked to the trash can not far from me, picked out some things with recovery value such as broken copper and iron, plastic bottles, etc., among the garbage discarded by others, and then put them into his bag one by one, and put the useless things back in their original places, and then left. Seeing him in action reminded me of the beggar I had seen soon.

He was neither disabled nor old, but he asked for it. And the person in front of him has a disability. The work is still dirty and smelly, and I think he is much better than those who are healthy, but want to get something for nothing! Only the things you buy with the money you earn are clean and delicious to eat!

This man, although I don't know his name, made a deep impression on my heart.

Writing about a stranger helping you, and writing about how I felt the care of the stranger made me feel the warmth of the world.

You can write about your impression of that person, write it down, and you can also write about what happened to you and him, such as how he helped you, you are very grateful to him, you can write about how you met him, and write it down to see how you feel.

Write about his qualities to meet her first face.

Learn from his strengths and weaknesses, and what do you and me do with him?

I know, but you give first?

I will, first, I'll tell you.

I'll help you. Can you wait a minute?

Discover the beauty of strangers.

The spring rain mixed with the cold wind came to Xiamen one morning. With an umbrella in one hand and a kettle in the other, I walked to the station with my school bag on my back. As soon as I walked downstairs, the lid of the kettle suddenly loosened.

I raised my wrist and looked at my watch, hey, it's okay, it's still too late. I put down my umbrella, picked up the kettle with one hand, and tried to press the lid with the other, but I couldn't press it tightly. The raindrops fell on me one after another, cold, and I couldn't help complaining about this spring rain in my heart:

Really, can't the spring rain be a little warmer?

Suddenly, the rain "stopped" and the lid of my kettle was closed. I straightened up and looked up, only to find a dark blue umbrella over my head, and I still thought about the sound of the rain in my ears. The rain hasn't stopped, hasn't it?

I turned my head a little in surprise and saw a little boy wearing a Hamato Elementary school uniform. There was a freshly healed cut in his big eyes for some reason, and he was holding a blue umbrella in his hand. A warm current flowed through my heart.

I hurriedly said to him, "Thank you, thank you!" "No......No need to ......Thank!

Then he turned and ran away. I picked up my umbrella, hummed a little tune happily, and took the bus to school. I've been in a good mood all day.

Although I don't know what the boy's name is, I think that someone like him who is passionate about helping others must have a beautiful heart.

As the saying goes, "spring rain is as expensive as oil", and in this spring rain, I saw "friendship" with strangers.

5 points for someone to write you an essay ? You're so funny, forget it and give you some hints, write about the characteristics of strangers, that is, describe special strangers to light up the article!

Something that touched me.

Whenever I think of my aunt helping me, a sense of gratitude comes over me.

One cold winter morning, I went to extracurricular classes, I walked alone on the street, huddled in a thick down jacket, a cold wind blew, and I couldn't help but shiver. I thought to myself: it would be nice if someone sent me to school, so I could go to revision early......

At this time, an aunt on a bicycle passed me and happened to rub me. My aunt turned around and apologized to me. At this time, when she saw the book in my hand with the four big characters "Jerry School" written on it, she smiled and said to me:

Are you going to Jerry School? I hesitated and said, "yes, what's wrong?"

The aunt said, "It's too cold, why don't I give you a ride, by the way, and ride fast." "I hesitated and didn't move.

My aunt seemed to see through my thoughts, turned her head and said to me, "Get in the car!" If you go to school early, you can prepare early.

My aunt's sincere words touched me, and I immediately got into the car. Seeing that I was seated, my aunt rode to school at a fast pace. My aunt stepped on the pedal against the wind, holding the handle with both hands, and rode forward vigorously, reminding me to sit tight from time to time.

I thought: Auntie is so nice, I will thank her later. At this time, a cold wind blew, not as cold as just now, but as warm as a spring breeze.

In a few moments, school arrived. I got off my bike, took ten dollars out of my pocket, and handed it to the aunt. Unexpectedly, the aunt waved her hand and said:

What do you mean? Do you think I sent you here for money? Let's go to class!

After saying that, he got on the car and left quickly.

I stood on the street, looking at the figure of that aunt, with mixed feelings, and a warm current slowly flowed into my heart.

There is true love everywhere in the world, true love always warms people's hearts, and the love of strangers is around everyone, which is always moving.

Referring to Jolin Tsai's lyrics, the most familiar stranger.

Heating gives people a place to work ghosts.