1. Write a short essay of about 500 words, describing the car repairman in your eyes

Car repairman

There is an open-air car repair shop opposite your home. The car repairman in the car shop is a deaf mute. Although I pass by this car repair shop every day when I go to and from school, I have never looked at the car repairman. In my eyes, he is like a dead tree on the street. A piece of residual grass on the roadside.

One winter evening, the cold wind howled. "Dong dong", I heard a knock on the door. When I opened the door, I saw a man with dirty clothes standing at the door. He was a broken man, his face and hands were covered with putty--it was the car repairman. He kept gesticulating with his hands anxiously, and made rapid "ahhh" sounds in his mouth. What should I do? I didn’t understand what he meant, and I felt a little scared, so I quickly closed the door. Through the door, I heard him knocking on the neighbor’s door again.

In the evening, my father suddenly remembered that he pushed his bicycle at noon. I went to the car repair shop for repairs, but I still haven't got it back. I remembered the scene when the car repairman knocked on the door, and suddenly I realized that he was looking for the owner of the car from family to family! My father and I ran to the car repair shop, and saw the car repairman standing in the dark in the cold wind, rubbing his hands, stamping his cold feet, and breathing into his hands from time to time. Next to him was my father's car. He quietly took out the key from his pocket and put it into his father's hand. Dad held the car mechanic's hand tightly and said, "Thank you so much! Just lock the car and go home." Why don't you go home? ''The car repairman seemed to understand better, so he took out the pen from his pocket with his frozen hands and wrote a few words tremblingly in his hand: I'm afraid you will use the car at night.

My eyes felt a little hot. I thought of him going from house to house looking for the owner, and of him waiting for the owner in the biting cold wind. His image in my heart suddenly grew taller. The cold wind was still howling, and I turned around. Looking at it, he looks like a green and noble pines and cypresses standing on the street.

2. Essay on the details of the car repairman's appearance

The person I am most grateful for

When I ride to school every day, I always pass by a tin hut. I used to ride past it without paying attention, but now I always take a look at the owner of the tin hut - a foreigner who repairs cars.

I remember one day not long after school started, I was riding my bike to school as usual. When I reached an intersection, I felt something was wrong with the tire, so I got off the car to check and found that the tire was punctured. What a coincidence, the tire was punctured. It was broken at this time, it was over, it was time to be late for school. I was worried, and suddenly I remembered that there was a car repair shop across the intersection, but the person who repaired the car was an outsider. I had heard adults say before: "You can't let the car be repaired." Repairs are done by outsiders. These people run shady shops. They charge exorbitant prices and fail to repair the repairs properly. Instead, they fix problems in places where there are no problems. "Thinking of this, I was a little hesitant, but I had no other choice, because there was only one car repair shop nearby, so I had no choice but to accept my bad luck. I pushed the car and jumped into the "trap." The car repairman saw that it was me who was here to repair the car. , he greeted me warmly, and after understanding the situation of the broken car, he picked up the tools and quickly repaired it. He was very quick with his hands and feet, and he repaired the car very quickly.

During this period, I waited with anxiety. When the car was all repaired, he was sweating profusely and asked, "How much?" "How much?" "Why are you pretending to be stupid? How much does it cost?" I said impatiently. "Forget it, this little problem, go to school quickly!" "I couldn't believe my ears, and I felt so grateful. After I hurriedly thanked you, I rode on my newly repaired car and arrived at the school on time.

In the past, I was taught by adults that Affected by people's prejudices, I mistakenly believe that outsiders are slippery. After repairing my car this time, I don't think so.

When I passed the tin hut on my way to school today, I thought again. I couldn't help but glance at its owner - a foreigner repairing cars.

A person I am grateful for

I play many different roles in life: I am a daughter in front of my parents, a partner in the eyes of my classmates, and a daughter in the eyes of my teachers. Student... Among all these roles, I love being the daughter of my parents the most. Their love has accompanied me for more than ten years. How can I not be grateful

Countless days and nights It was the sound of the phone that accompanied me into my dreams, it was the sweat that accompanied me in my studies, it was the smile that accompanied my progress...

I still remember that it was something that happened when I was very young. That day, I was peaceful I was sleeping on the bed, and suddenly I felt a huge heat, like a surging river. Gradually, I felt nauseous and dizzy. It was very uncomfortable. I couldn't help but burst into tears. After hearing this, my mother rushed in as if she had lost her soul. , looking at my red face and touching my forehead, my mother said to herself: It’s broken, it’s hot! He hurriedly carried me to the hospital. I didn’t know if I didn’t measure it, but I was shocked when I measured it, it was 39.5℃! This was an astonishing temperature for me as a little kid at the time. My mother was busy prescribing it like crazy, taking me for a blood test, and prescribing medicine for me.

Not only did the temperature not drop, It was still rising slightly, and slowly I lost consciousness. I didn’t know where my souls had gone, and my whole mind went blank. My mother said that I looked like a human being at that time, with black fingernails and a gray face. Any reaction, this scene frightened my mother terribly. When I regained consciousness, I saw my mother running around busy and embarrassed. When she brought the hot boiling water for me to take the medicine, she was already wet with tears. My face was covered with tears, I really don’t know if it was sweat or tears. With my mother’s careful care day and night, my condition gradually improved. I became more energetic and happier day by day. From that day on, I loved you more sincerely. To my beautiful, great mother.

Although that experience has passed a long time ago, and I have gradually forgotten many of the details, only my mother’s every move is still vivid in my mind. Now that I have grown up, I have always loved my mother deeply. This emotion is unforgettable.

There is a famous saying abroad - "Mother's love is the brightest in the world." "Light, she illuminates the way for children to move forward." This sentence is deeply imprinted in my heart, and I will never forget it, because I have experienced it many times. It is this bit by bit of love that condenses into My grateful heart.

````I will use it tonight. . Helper translated into English

Reward points: 5 - Solution time: 2008-10-28 19:05

The person I am most grateful for is my mother.

The person I am most grateful for in my life is my mother.

That personal experience made me understand that my mother loves me. That day, the English teacher kept us until night. After school, it started to rain heavily. The classmates are all gone, but what about me, hey! It's all my fault for not bringing rain gear. "Mom, Dad, where are you!" Just when I was extremely anxious, a familiar figure appeared in the rain curtain, staggering towards here. "It's mom!" Lu Yao knows the power of horses, and over time, he knows people's hearts. Only then did I realize that my mother loves me the most. I quickly ran out of the classroom, rushed out of the school gate, and threw myself into my mother's arms. My mother touched my face with her cold hands, but I felt warm. I looked at my mother up and down, and saw that her whole body was wet. Looking at her bloodshot eyes, a stream of tears flowed into my mouth. ah! I cried, and I couldn’t tell whether it was tears or rain all over my face. On the way home, my mother kept pushing the umbrella towards me, while most of her body was still outside.

In childhood dreams, as long as my mother is around, I am not afraid of monsters and ghosts; when I was a child, my mother was the master of my children. She fed me food, bought pens, and taught me names. Of... mother is omnipotent, mother is great! 3. Car Repairman Composition

Car Repairman

In this world, there are all kinds of people, including gatekeepers, fishermen, and buskers. These people all have their own positions, their own jobs...

However, among these people, the one I am most familiar with is the car repairman at the entrance of our alley.

His skin was dark and dark, and his face smelled of lubricant. His weather-beaten face was covered with wrinkles, as if he had been tested by many winds and waves during the centuries he had spent.

Facing every customer, he always smiles and is full of joy.

What he often has to do is repair tires for customers. When he repairs a tire, he always pries open the outer tire with a screwdriver and takes out the deflated inner tube. Next, he quickly clamps the clip on the pump to the valve core of the inner tube and presses it hard once, twice, three times. Go down to the ground to cheer up. Next, he put the inflated inner tube into the iron basin filled with water that had been prepared, and squeezed it with his hands, section by section, and observed the bubbles emerging there. (PS: Where there are bubbles, it means there is a leak.) Finally, he used a file to file down the hole, then cut a piece of material similar to the hole from the other unused tires, filed it in the same way, and glued it on After a while, it was repaired.

Of course, when he is not working, he will take care of his tools, wash his blackened hands, sit on the recliner and close his eyes to take a rest...

In this era, there is no They really can't do that! 4. A 500-word essay on an interview with a car repairman

"Car repairman" - such a humble profession and such an inconspicuous name.

But I think he is the most amazing person. Although this person I know is an ordinary car repairman, his superb skills and noble qualities of being helpful make me deeply admire him from the bottom of my heart.

The old man was not tall, his back looked a bit hunched, and his skin was dark and shiny because he was under the sun all day long. His hands were rough, but broad and warm.

Although the old man looks ordinary, he is skilled and helpful. Once, it was a sunny morning, and everyone happily rode their bicycles to school.

When I was halfway through the ride, the car slowed down and made a "squeak, squeak" sound. I stopped the car, squatted down, and looked at the tires, ah! No, the tire is flat.

I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot - spinning around. I thought to myself: There are still ten minutes until class begins, but now the tire actually has a leak. No matter what, let’s go get the car repaired first! I pushed my bicycle to a repair place and shouted: "Grandpa, my bicycle has a leak. (Reprinted from banbao.cn, please keep this mark.)

It's coming soon. Come and help me fix it." Grandpa came out with the tools. Seeing that I was a student, he ran over and quickly checked the tires. In less than two minutes, he had replaced them with new ones.

I touched my pocket and looked inside my schoolbag. With a dejected look on my face, I said, "Grandpa, me.

Me." "Stop talking, I don't have anything on me." Money, go to school quickly, otherwise you will be late.”

Before I could finish my words, the old man urged me to go to school. I looked at the old grandpa and said, "I, how about I go to school now and give you the money after school, okay?" "It doesn't matter, you go to school first, and I will give you money when you have money."

"Yeah." The old man touched my head with his rough hands, and then went back to his pawn shop.

I can feel that the hand is so warm and generous, and it also contains hope for the flowers of the motherland.

Although my grandfather didn’t make much money in a day outside and his life was definitely not very rich, his willingness to help others is something I will never forget.

I also want to be a helpful person and continue to pass on the warmth he gave me. 5. An essay about a car repairman of about 300 words

"Master! Please take a look at this car..." "Master! Please repair the tire!" "Okay!" The biting cold wind In the middle, a man in a fur coat plays with a tire. There were a few drops of sweat on his forehead, and his dark arms held the tire and soaked it in the biting cold water. His hands were already red from the cold, and there were several traces of cracks from the cold. His body was full of the smell of lubricating oil, and his weather-beaten face was covered with wrinkles, as if he had been tested by many winds and waves in the years he spent...how many years, no matter how long it was, No matter what time it is, no matter how hot or cold it is, he will always come to the corner of the alley to wait for his car repair stall and complete every job. He is a car repairman at the door of our community.

In my memory, he was always so kind and did not care about gains and losses. A few days ago, my car became sick - the chain was loose, the air was out of breath, and the struts were broken. At noon, I pushed the car to the car stall, and he was seriously repairing an electric car. "Uncle..." I shouted softly. He turned around and said, "Little girl, what's wrong with the car?" I pointed to the chain and said, "The chain is loose, and the car brace should be replaced." He put down what he was doing and walked to the car to start. After checking it, he said: "Okay, please wait a moment and I will check it for you. Just replace the car support." I didn't want to wait, so I said: "Uncle, can I leave the car here? When I go to school, I Come ride." He readily agreed.

Time passed little by little, and it was time to go to school. I walked to the car stall and found him sitting on the tool box, holding a bowl in his two rough hands to eat. There were many cars parked here next to him. I couldn't help but be surprised - it was already long past dinner time. Seeing me coming, he put down the bowl in his hand and shouted to me: "Little girl, will you push the car?" I said, "Yes." Then he went to push my car, and his guilty voice came from behind: "Sorry Ah, we don’t have your model of bike support anymore, so I haven’t replaced it. I’ll replace it for you when it comes! Tighten the chain for you. If it comes back, I’ll fix it for you. Said: "It's okay. Um...Uncle, I didn't bring any money. My mother said she would give you money when she comes out..." "Ah, it's okay. I haven't replaced the car struts for you yet. How can I ask for them from you?" Money? Give me the money after I replace the car strut!" A simple smile appeared on his face, "You go to school!" I got in the car and said thank you to him: "Thank you, uncle. !" and then rode away quickly. His voice came faintly from behind: "You're welcome, ride slower..."

Although he is just an ordinary car repairman, he solves problems for many people every day and uses his hard work and sweat to Society silently contributes and pays. Looking at him bending down to work, a feeling of admiration welled up from the bottom of my heart. Maybe, in the eyes of others, he is like a grass on the roadside, inconspicuous, but in my heart, he is like a poplar, tall and straight... 6. Can you write an article for me? Composition, about the old man who repaired the car, write about him

My grandfather is over 60 years old, tall, with a pair of bright eyes embedded in his wrinkled face. , the most proud thing is that grandpa has the quality of "live until you are old and learn until you are old".

That day, as soon as I walked into the door of my house, I was pushed and pulled to the study room by my grandfather. The treasured book pointed at an English word and asked for advice: "Good granddaughter, what's the meaning of this word?" "Read it?" I was confused as to why my grandfather was asking me for advice in English? The sun really comes out from the west. After asking, I found out that there had been several foreign guests recently. In order to prevent us Chinese from being dumb in front of foreigners, my grandfather learned English. I suddenly understood.

My mother asked my grandma: "Old man, what happened? Start learning English.

When grandma heard this, she was very angry and vomited quickly: "I said I was going to go shopping today, so why don't I just buy something?" I actually bought an English book. Do you think it's irritating or not? "

As soon as he finished speaking, grandpa ran in in a hurry, shouting as he ran: "It's over, it's over. "I was wondering, why is grandpa in such a hurry? I saw grandpa turn on the TV and turn to channel 17, and a fluent and sweet English came to my ears. It turned out that grandpa also watched the English version of "Into America" ??on time every day program.

That’s what my grandfather is like. He “lives and learns” and is a role model for me to learn from. 7. An old man who impressed me deeply.

Among all the bubbles that contain my beautiful memories, there is one bubble that is particularly large and gorgeous. Inside the bubble is a person who impresses me deeply - an old woman.

That bubble. It was a sunny winter afternoon. I was walking on the road to the bookstore, and there were many pedestrians on both sides of the road. At this time, a young man in fashionable clothes dropped a piece of cake wrapping paper while walking. The paper was swirling low in the sky with the wind. I glanced at it but didn't pick it up, thinking, "It's not mine anyway, so it doesn't matter." "Others just looked up and watched the piece of paper falling to the ground little by little, with no intention of picking it up. Suddenly there was such a piece of waste paper on the originally clean road, making it particularly conspicuous. But I still looked after myself. I walked into the bookstore freely.

While shopping for books, I saw the piece of plastic paper still moving little by little with the wind through the glass display window. An old lady on crutches came. She was walking hard, stooped and hunched over. The wind blew the piece of paper to her feet. She looked down and looked around again. After some hesitation, she slowly bent down and picked up the piece of paper on the ground with difficulty; then she stood up again little by little, holding on to the tree beside her, and walked staggeringly. Next to the trash can, I carefully put the crumpled paper into the trash can. Then, she walked away as if nothing had happened. I stood in front of the glass and watched her leave. Her aging back gave me a feeling of fragility. When her figure disappeared into the sea of ??people, I realized that there were many pedestrians on the roadside looking at the gray-haired old lady blankly, with admiration in their eyes as I walked towards him holding the book. The payment desk, thinking deeply, I feel ashamed of myself.

There will always be people or things that leave a deep impression on you. A drop of water can reflect the brilliance of the sun.

If you are a thoughtful person, you will find that lofty ideological qualities and great spirit are everywhere! 8. Composition on the car repairman

There is an open-air car repair shop opposite my home, and the car repairman is a deaf-mute. Although I pass by this car repair shop every day when I go to and from school, I have never looked directly at this car repair shop. The car repairman. In my eyes, he is like a dead tree or a piece of grass on the roadside. One winter evening, the cold wind howled. "Dong dong", I heard a knock on the door and opened the door. At first glance, I saw a man with dirty and torn clothes standing at the door. His face and hands were covered with putty--it was the car repairman. He kept gesticulating with his hands anxiously and uttering " There was a rapid "Ahh" sound. I couldn't understand what he meant, and I felt a little scared. I quickly closed the door. Through the door, I heard him knocking on the neighbor's door again. At night, my father suddenly remembered, At noon, he pushed the bicycle to the repair shop for repairs, but he still hasn't got it back. I remembered the scene when the repairman knocked on the door, and suddenly I understood that he was searching for the owner of the bicycle in every household! My father and I ran to the car repair shop, and saw the car repairman standing in the dark in the cold wind, rubbing his hands, stamping his cold feet, and breathing into his hands from time to time. Next to him was my father's car. He quietly took out the key from his pocket and put it into his father's hand. Dad held the car mechanic's hand tightly and said, "Thank you so much! Just lock the car and go home." Why don't you go home?" The car repairman seemed to understand better. He took out the pen from his pocket with his frozen hands and wrote a few words tremblingly in his hand: I'm afraid you will use the car at night. My eyes were a little hot. Thinking of him going from house to house looking for the owner, and thinking of the scene of him waiting for the owner in the biting cold wind, his image in my heart suddenly grew taller. The cold wind was still howling, but when I looked back, he looked like a green man. `Noble pines and cypresses stand in the streets.