Senior high school entrance examination composition for the elderly

In real life or work and study, everyone has been exposed to composition. Writing a composition can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our mind and think about our future direction. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is my composition for the senior high school entrance examination for the elderly. Welcome everyone to learn from and refer to. I hope it helps you.

Senior high school entrance examination composition for the elderly 1 Qingqing Lake reflects Yangliuyiyi. A game of chess, a child and an old man. I'm standing and grandpa is sitting.

I have been in a hurry to play chess, and I finished the next step before my grandfather decided to play chess. But my grandfather was not in a hurry. He gently twisted his beard and thought about it for a long time before moving. I always rush impatiently:? Grandpa, hurry up! ? Grandpa always reads happily: No hurry, no hurry. ?

Grandpa has played chess for more than forty years, and everyone knows it? Chess king? I want to be one? Chess king? I often learn from my grandfather. One day, I challenge? Chess king? At that time, grandpa asked me: which game do you like best? Of course it's a car! ? Grandpa seems to have expected my answer, and asked with a smile. Why? There are at least two reasons: first, it attacks quickly, goes straight into the game, attacks everything and goes straight to Huanglong. All obstacles are not in its eyes, and it is a well-deserved main general of the whole game. Second, he is flexible in fighting and the most mobile warrior in the whole chess game. ? I'm gushing and complacent. Grandpa always smiled, sipped his tea and said, I like soldiers best. ? I looked surprised:? Military, I think. Maybe it can't be invincible and can't advance and retreat, but it also has its own advantages. It never rampages, but insists on slow and steady progress. On the battlefield, calmness and steadiness are the most important. Secondly, it goes forward bravely, never flinches, and protects its important things with its life. Isn't this worthy of respect? ? I was silent.

Looking at my grandfather's kind and deep eyes, I finally understood the reason why I have been defeated repeatedly: I was still too young for a long time, and my grandfather spoke again: Of course, passion is also essential, and blindness has no chance of winning. Will my old bones never return to youth?

Children and old people, two endpoints of life, passion and calmness, need to learn from each other. I suddenly:? Only with both passion and calmness can we be in an invincible position. ? Grandpa smiled and even shook his beard. He suggested: another game? I said, okay. Still clear lakes and willows, still a game of chess. Sitting on both sides is a wise old man and a growing child.

I remember when I was in the fourth grade, my father once did an earth-shattering activity.

It's Christmas Eve. I stood at the door with a pair of socks. Dad's here. He asked me what I was doing. I said I was waiting for a gift from Santa Claus. Dad agreed! Then he told me a lot about Santa Claus, such as what Santa Claus looks like, he rides a deer and so on, but when I naively asked Dad, Dad, will Santa Claus give me a gift? When my father was frozen stiff, I could see from his expression that he wanted to say, "You are a big child, and Santa Claus only gives things to children. But I could see from the change of his expression that he didn't want to talk about it, so he told me: Hang socks on the milk box at the door, and Santa Claus will put presents in the box. Of course, I am very happy. I have been asking: Dad, will Santa really give me a present? Dad kept answering: yes, he will come.

The night is getting dark and the moon is coming out. Cricket, I am standing at the door, waiting for Santa Claus to give me a present. When I really couldn't catch it, I went to sleep in my room.

A day passed and nothing happened. That night, I asked my father again: Will Santa Claus really come? My father gave me the answer: Santa was too busy yesterday, so he ignored my hope. He will give you a present today. I believe Santa Claus had something to do with his family yesterday. He hung his socks at the door, but I couldn't sleep that day. I wonder if Santa Claus will really come. Does he have anything else to do at home today? But in the end, sleep made me forget it for a while.

The next morning, I rushed to the door at the speed of light. My first action is to feel deeply. My hand touched a lot of things. Suddenly, I felt something unknown boiling in my chest. I opened the box. There were some pens and a pencil box in it. I was ecstatic, so I immediately went to wake my father and told him that I really received a gift from Santa Claus! Mom said: someone should put it in! To my surprise, I immediately felt something was wrong. I asked my father, and he replied naturally: the petrochemical area has its own Santa Claus, which is specially hung on the Christmas boots outside the children to give Christmas presents. I decided to ask in class.

As soon as I got to the classroom, I jumped around like a madman, asking this question and asking this question again, which surprised me: I was the only one who received the Christmas present! This makes me more suspicious. I went home immediately after school, and after my father came back, I started a series of questions.

In the end, the result is not what I expected. Of course, my father pretended to be Santa Claus.

Of course, I'm not as gullible as I used to be. I advocate science now. Compared with others, there is this process!

There is an old man downstairs in aunt's house. He can repair not only bicycles, but also shoes. The old man is about 70 years old, his white hair is mixed with a few black hairs, his skin is dark and shiny, his rough hands are covered with calluses, his fingers are thick and short, and his fingernails are full of dirt, which is very ugly. But these ugly hands are surprisingly flexible. The old man repaired a bicycle and a pair of shoes with these hands.

I remember once, my mother took me to my grandmother's house for dinner by bike, and the chain of the bike fell off on the way. In this era of cars all over the world, bicycle repair shops have almost retired. There is no way but to push the car to the old man for repair.

The old man saw us and asked about the situation. Without saying a word, he put down his work, picked up his tools, squatted down beside the bike, and beat the pedal of the bike with his calloused hands. His hands were black, his brows were furrowed, and his dark face was covered with sweat. After a while, the old man's locked brow was loosened, and his mouth rose slightly: "It's settled!" Mom took out her wallet to pay, but the old man said, "Small problem, no money." I'm sorry, mother. I talked with the old man for a long time before I managed to collect a little fee.

I often go to my aunt's house and see old people every time. Once born, twice cooked, get familiar with the old man. After communicating with him, I know that the old man's car repair shop is free. Many people cheer up every day. Because there are many people, the pump will break down soon and will be replaced in a few months. Someone once advised him to collect money, so that he didn't have to spend money himself, but the old man didn't listen to their advice and insisted on paying for a pump and putting it in a conspicuous place to provide convenience for passers-by.

In today's society, there are fewer and fewer people who are selfless and unrequited like the elderly. Everyone puts personal interests first, utilitarian, and lacks trust between people. In a garage under the eaves, an ordinary old man has always insisted on himself, being sincere, kind and tolerant of everything in life and everyone, even strangers, will give you the warmest things.

An old man I admire!

Middle school entrance examination composition 4 Oriental fish-belly white. White clouds hold the dazzling sun to open the bright star curtain. The sunrise falls on all the fresh things in the country, and chickens crow, just like a new day has begun.

A kind old man took my right hand and walked on the shiny gravel road. Her temples are gray, but her face is full of brilliant spirit. Her eyes full of years and tenderness are like twinkling stars in the sky.

Innocent children wear beautiful pigtails, and young me follows my beloved old man, showing a more gorgeous smile than flowers in full bloom in early summer.

Look, the birds singing softly in the tree are flapping their wings; You see, the rabbit dodged in the bushes and twisted its dexterous body; You see, the faint dew on the leaves reflects the brilliance of the sun. Ordinary daily life, beautiful daily life, belongs to the daily life of young me and my light and kind grandmother. Old people and children enjoy ordinary and extraordinary happiness every day.

The cattail leaf fan shook gently, the yellow dog in the field spat out its red tongue, and grandma's wrinkles rippled like light water waves. The smile seems to melt into my eyes. The white clouds like cotton wool set off the happy faces of grandparents and grandchildren, like poetry and an idyllic song. I shouted happily in the rhythm of the grass, put down the noise of the city, and enjoyed the beautiful love between the old man and the children wholeheartedly.

I have a memory about myself, and the first thing that comes to mind is grandma's gentle face. Dad always said that when I was with my grandmother, it was like being wrapped in a golden light, which made people think of words like family happiness. I can't help but miss it. Now I am sixteen years old, and I am no longer the carefree child, but my grandmother is still the kind, considerate and childlike old man. I miss, miss the lush bodhi tree, she clasped the bamboo pole and sang a little song, teaching me to find cicadas to sing; I miss, miss the flowing stream, she rolled up her sleeves to show her superb fishing skills; I miss the night when fireflies fly, and she whispers in my ear that the moon is more round than a jade plate, and the cowherd and the weaver girl meet; I miss, I miss her. ...

Hey, kid, it's time for us to break up! I heard her say that to me. This is our last parting. We walked on sunny paths all day. From sunrise to sunset, I went from a little girl to a young man with a dream.

Young people often take age as an example. It seems that the generation gap and differences are the fault of age. However, children and the elderly, one who is young and ignorant and the other who sees through the world of mortals, are the people closest to their hearts.

Sunset scorched patches of fiery red clouds, and the sunset was approaching, which was breathtaking. My grandmother and I are walking along this road.

In a small county, the cool breeze is blowing relentlessly. The shabby shops became colder, and many small shops were closed, only a few were still open, with dim lights flashing inside. "Oh, honey, look, this day has passed so quickly. I am 65, you are 60! " A white-haired and wrinkled old man said. "Yes, yes, we are all old, William!" The old man is walking in the street, talking to his boss Jerome from time to time and going to the welfare store to buy daily necessities. "Hey, old chap, what can I do for you?" Puli is a tall middle-aged uncle with a full face of lost face, but he is simple and honest with people and always cheerful. "Jeremy and I will buy a coat. Look at the weather, it's too cold! It's been a long time. " William pointed when he came in. "Oh ..." Puli glanced at William, opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but he held back and just sighed softly.

The old man bought something: "Let's go, Jeremy!" " ""Come on, people are old and walk slowly! " The old man and his wife walked out of Puli's shop, and the old man looked thinner in the cold wind. But William was not depressed at all. He is still very happy: "Lin, what shall we eat today?" " ……

A young man who lived in this small county for only a few years passed by William and went to Ply's shop to buy something. The young man looked at the busy Puli and asked him inexplicably, "Brother Puli, why does that old man named William often talk to himself?" Pridge kept moving in his hand. After listening to the young man's question, he said to him, "Do you mean William? His wife Jeremy died seven years ago, and William couldn't bear the heavy blow. He's crazy! Always fantasizing that Jeremy is still alive ... What a pity ... ""What about the old man's children? " "children? William has no children or relatives, only two or three. More than a decade ago, I often contacted, met and had dinner, but I didn't contact for several years later, probably because I didn't want to get involved with crazy people. The poor old couple did so many good things when they were young. One is crazy, and the other didn't live to be 60 ... Alas, forget it ... "

The young man stopped talking and looked at the old man with indelible sadness in his eyes. He has an old photo in his hand-a photo of a lady and a much younger gentleman with a dozen children. There is a red cross behind it, which reads: Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Williams. The background is an orphanage with dilapidated equipment.

There is a lonely old man in our community who has mild mental disability and lives in a simple room in the community every day.

He has never been married, so he has no close relatives. Listen to the adults say: "He has a sister-in-law, who regularly comes to help her clean the humble hut and help him clean up the garbage."

In order to collect property fees, the newly changed property personnel in the community put the door of the community on the unlocked door. Whoever pays the property fee will be given a room key. If you don't hand it in, you can only go in and out with people with keys.

The people in the property also felt sorry for the lonely old man, so they gave the old man a door key to get in and out of the community for free. This little key is both happy and sad.

The old man is mentally retarded, but he is kind. It is inconvenient to see pedestrians coming in and out of the community. He just used his free time to open the door. No matter who passed by the gate, he offered to help open it. In the past, few people in the community took care of the elderly. This time, they all took the initiative to say hello to the old man, and the voice of "thank you" was endless. Residents in the community are happy, but the property personnel in the community are angry.

One day, I happened to walk to the edge of the property security room and heard such a reprimand. "Are you sick? For your pity, I'll give you the key. You can open doors for others to get in and out. Do you know the consequences? We lock the door just to collect the property fee and pay the money to have the key. It will be convenient for them if you do this. Why do we need property fees ... "The reprimand has been echoing in my ears.

The next few times, when I passed the gate of the community, I saw the old man hesitating. What a pity for this kind old man!

At noon today, the sun is shining. It's already twelve o'clock when mom comes back from work. She is busy cooking. She asked me to buy some vegetables, and especially told me to ask the food stalls to discuss the price when buying vegetables, so as not to be bullied.

My home is far from the vegetable market, so I went to a nearby mobile stall to buy it and found a food stall. The vegetable seller is a country grandfather. He is wearing a half-worn hat and is not well dressed. Grandpa's cooking is not very fresh and tender, and there are many wormholes in the leaves. I didn't want to buy it at first, but there was no other vegetable seller nearby, and I was so hungry that I had to buy it. But I remembered my mother's words and stopped. Seeing my hesitation, the old man greeted me kindly: "Little friend, do you want to buy food?" My family's vegetables used to cost two yuan a catty, but now these are all that's left. Let's sell them for one yuan a catty. "I nodded my head. So he helped me pick it up. I thought he would take the opportunity to rip me off, but I didn't expect him to leave many yellow leaves and wormholes.

He chose carefully, as if he were buying food for himself. While picking, he said, "It hasn't rained all the time, so it's difficult to grow vegetables. If there are bugs, you dare not spray pesticides. I'm afraid your stomach is not good. "

When I got home, I learned that the food I bought was only one yuan a catty. My mother asked me strangely, "Why is the food so cheap today?" I told my mother everything. Mother said with deep feelings, "This old man is really nice. Doing business is really fair. "

After lunch, I casually opened a book "Childhood" and found an article called "The Cave of Cabbage", so I quickly read it. This article is about grandpa Qin Mu buying vegetables in Singapore when he was a child. That day, Qin Mu came to a stall to buy food. He saw that the cabbage was white and big, so he wanted to lift it. The vendor wouldn't let me, said he wanted to buy it, and picked it up. What if it breaks down? Qin Mu Jr. believed it and bought it. But after paying the money, I found that the bottom of the bowl was rotten and a big hole was dug. Qin Mu Jr. was going to return it. The peddler not only refused to return, but also plausibly said, "You paid the money, how can you return it?" Seeing this, a feeling arises spontaneously. They also sell vegetables. In order to make money, Singapore hawkers do whatever it takes to harm people, and the elderly are also making money, but what they earn is hard money and conscience money, because his asking price is fair and sincere. The ideological realm of these two businessmen is really a world apart!

At this moment, I feel a warm current flowing all over my body. I hope this warm current will stay in the world forever!

The wind roared past, the waves were huge, the dark clouds covered the sky and swallowed my light body. A figure appeared in the fog, and the bell in her hand jingled, calling me to her side.

The old man is dying, his eye socket is deep, but the corner of his eye is still glowing, and the light from the corner of his eye seems to have my present figure. Her back was slightly bent and her eyes were blurred, but she firmly took me to a temple. The exterior of the hall is magnificent, but the interior of the hall is extremely simple. The only special thing is that there are mountains of books.

I asked the old man curiously, "Where did these books come from?"

The old man didn't answer immediately and took me deeper into the hall. The farther I go, the more familiar I feel, as if I have seen such a book somewhere, and it seems that I have seen and touched such a book somewhere.

The old man finally stopped and pulled out one from thousands of books. I was very surprised. Isn't this the morning flowers and evening flowers I've been watching recently?

The old man finally spoke. Her voice is similar to mine, except that it is a little hoarse. She said, "These books have been accumulated in my life. What you see are invisible tangible books and intangible books. If you look carefully now, do you still feel humble in the temple? "

I looked around and found many unique things in the hall. There are many interesting murals on the wall, which are full of the history of each dynasty and generation. The essence and dross of history tell the changes of the times. The original bare pillars have also become wonderful, which seems to indicate the technology and civilization of the new era. There are all kinds of lighting, which will illuminate the darkness, and immediately there will be a spiritual civilization that is usually invisible and intangible.

When I turned to look for the old man, he had disappeared, leaving me in the temple for a long time to enjoy and refused to leave.

Later, I slowly discovered that I and the old man should be the same person, and I and the old man should also be the same person.

There are two special old people in my family, one is to wash clothes and cook; One is a "super fan". As far as I can remember, the two clowns lived alone in a room. The two rooms are separated by a wall, but the relationship is very bad. As you probably guessed, these two old people are my grandparents.

Every night, whenever I go to bed, my grandmother always says to me, "Yang, go and turn off your grandfather's light and TV." It's too noisy. "

To be honest, sometimes grandpa is really annoyed and doesn't realize it at all. Every night, grandpa's room can always hear the noise of singing and music, which makes it difficult for people to sleep, but grandma dare not turn it off.

I remember one day, grandma kindly turned off the TV, obviously he was snoring, but when she turned off the TV, he insisted that he was watching. The angry grandmother had a big fight with him and even scolded him. Hey, grandpa, when can you think of others? Sometimes we are speechless.

It is for this reason that my grandmother asks me to turn off the lights and TV every night. When I opened the door, I found my grandfather lying on his side in bed, snoring, and the TV, electric light and mobile phone were "working" selflessly. I turned off the TV first, then the light, and finally the mobile phone. Ah, it's finally clean, and everyone can have a good sleep.

Strange to say, as long as I turn off the light and the TV, grandpa never says a word whether he is asleep or not. For the sake of family harmony, turning off the lights and TV in grandpa's house is what I do every night.

Sometimes I wonder why the relationship between grandparents is like this. It's hard to get through this day without a few words every day.

There are only three of us at home now, and my mother doesn't come back to work at noon. I remember one time, I was reading upstairs and was affected by their noise. I ran downstairs and said to my grandfather, "Didn't you say that good men don't beat women?" He said to his grandmother, "Is it interesting to quarrel over trivial matters?" Unexpectedly, my two words made them speechless and embarrassed to go back to their rooms.

The "struggle" between these two "neighbors" is far from over, but what happened between these two clowns made me breathless. When will you get along, grandparents?