Writing "Beauty" Composition in Daily Affairs
On the way, the wind blew so hard that my face hurt. I can't help thinking: will the shoe repairman come out in cold weather? A string of question marks popped up in my mind! Riding and riding, you can see the vague figure of the shoemaker from a distance. Near, his shabby thin cotton-padded clothes and wrinkled old face came into my eyes without any cover, and I felt a pity and sympathy in my heart.
"Grandpa, please help me repair my shoes. They are broken. "
The shoemaker took it, ah, this is a pair of calluses and vicissitudes! The cold wind blew his hands red and blue. The cobbler ha ha hand, struggling to get up. I stood by and watched, feeling inexplicably moved. A warm current flows all over your body forever. ...
My shoes have been mended and my eyes are full of tears. I don't know why.
Looking back when I left, the thin figure of the shoemaker suddenly became taller.
Ordinary, beautiful!