The old man selling hemp balls sells hemp balls, sells hemp balls ... "This damn peddling woke me up from my dream again. Needless to say, it's half past five, and it's still half an hour before I should get up. Somehow, just recently, there was an old man selling hemp balls in our family. He starts selling at 5: 30 every day, whether on weekdays or weekends. Whether it is sunny, windy or rainy, it will not give in. Every day, he disturbs my good dreams. I should get up at six o'clock. At this time, he woke me up and made me afraid to sleep. When I got up, I didn't think of it. I had to toss and turn in bed and wasted half an hour, not to mention how uncomfortable it was. For this reason, I hate this hemp ball very much, and I get a headache and upset when I hear this peddling. I don't know how many times I scolded him in my heart. However, until one day, my opinion of this old man selling hemp balls suddenly changed. It was a sunny Sunday morning, and I was woken up by the hateful peddling as usual. I covered my head tightly with a quilt and didn't want to mention how cruel I was to the old man. It's hateful to have such a rest day and not let people sleep late. Suddenly, amid the harsh hawking, there came the crowing of larks, which was crisp and sweet, and my heart could not help moving. I can't sleep anyway. I might as well go out and see the scenery in the morning, see what kind of old man this is and what kind of craftsmanship he has, just lift the quilt and put it on quickly. I took some change and walked out of the house. Hey, it's a nice day today. The sky is blue and the sun is shining, and my heart suddenly opens up. I followed the hawking to find the old man selling hemp balls, and I saw an old man surrounded by a large group of children from a distance. I thought, no wonder peddling comes every day, business is good. I quickly took a few steps and took a closer look, which surprised me. In my heart, the person who sells hemp balls is a dirty person covered in oil. I didn't expect the old man in front of me to wear an old uniform that was washed white, but he was clean and neat, up and down, and he looked capable. I secretly had a good impression and handed me the change in my hand and said, "Give me two." The old man took money in one hand and a pair of chopsticks and a convenient bag in the other. He put two hemp balls in the bag and said gently, "Be careful, take it. "I took it, took out one and took a bite. It's really fragrant and crisp. It's delicious, very delicious. I can't help liking him. I looked at him carefully: his weather-beaten face was covered with wrinkles of years, and his body was tough. My face is always filled with a kind smile for children. No wonder the children were surrounded in a big circle. No wonder children are so willing to eat. No wonder I sell it every day ... my newly-rising affection for him suddenly disappeared. I turned around angrily and just wanted to attack. Who knows, the old man took out four and a half pieces from his pocket and handed them to me. He said apologetically, "little classmate, I was busy just now and didn't have time to give you change." I'm really sorry. "I was confused. He said quickly," You gave me five dollars. "I suddenly understood that I was in a hurry and didn't care about mistaking five dollars for fifty cents. Looking at the money handed by the old man, I remembered the thoughts in my head and turned white for a moment. I don't know what to do. Seeing me like this, the old man asked with concern, "what's the matter, little classmate?" What's wrong? " I am speechless. I really hate myself. How can I look at such an old man who works hard to support himself? I quickly reached for the money handed over by the old man and said, "Nothing, I bought it all." The old man gave me all the remaining hemp balls and said, "Two more are free. "I refused to accept anything, but the old man went over and said," This is a big business at a loss. Buy five and get one free. " After that, I didn't look back ... Looking at the back of the old man, I had great respect for him, and I couldn't help feeling very much: the small business vendors I usually contact are shoddy, with less filling more, deceiving customers. How can there be honesty between people? Today, the old man gave me a vivid lesson. The world needs honesty, but we should cherish it even more!
Autumn is beautiful everywhere, but I think autumn in my hometown is different from autumn in other places.
The sun in early autumn has become less vicious, and the sky is blue and transparent, as if you can see outer space. There are several white clouds hanging in the sky above, which seem to be Van Gogh's oil paintings. The wind is no longer so hot, walking in the wind feels refreshing and comfortable, and when the wind slowly penetrates into the body, it feels inexhaustible power. Although the tree has lost its former glory, it is also an important thing to appreciate the way the leaves are blown down by the breeze: the leaves are like butterflies; Like a boat; Like an oriole spreading its wings and flying. Carrying the joy, anger, sadness and joy of the tree, floating down. That scene is enough to make people forget themselves.
In the street, people have several layers of light clothes. The setting sun makes people's faces red, and the buildings turn golden yellow, flashing charming brilliance, as if covered with a layer of golden gauze, floating around like a fairy dancing with the autumn wind. Several children wearing roller skates and skateboards also "put on" golden light and shuttled back and forth on the road like lightning. At this time, the fountain in the square became a beautiful landscape, white pearls, and then they became golden beads under the sunlight. On the grass next to it, these tenacious grasses also wink mischievously from time to time, giving off a slightly green and slightly yellow light. The sound of water drops falling to the ground with bursts of laughter should be very nice. Standing here is like being in a fairyland, and I feel very comfortable.
I took a few mouthfuls of tempting air greedily, and from head to toe, I was really "carefree, but beautiful beyond words."
Autumn has always been regarded as a symbol of desolation by literati since ancient times, because it indicates the coming of winter. However, she also heralds a golden harvest. I like walking in this harvest season. She can calm my impetuous heart for a long time and appreciate her beautiful heart quietly. ...