1. A 500-word essay about the old man selling tofu

Early in the morning, before I got up, I heard a sales cry: "Selling tofu", and I was pushed up by my mother. , asked me to buy tofu outside the door. Alas, I couldn’t tell you how hard it was, but I still went.

During this trip, I witnessed a touching thing. Selling tofu! He's selling tofu!" I greeted him. It was an old man.

Wearing a patched apron, kindness was written on his wrinkled face. "Old man, hurry up, I have to rush. Where's the bus? It's your responsibility if you're late!" A young man dressed fashionably went around to the front without queuing up. The old man's face turned from sunny to gloomy, but he still scooped out a bowl from the big pot, put it into a bag, and put it on the scale. < /p>

"Old man, don't take advantage of my scale!" The young man was still nagging, and he picked up the bag and weighed it before leaving with confidence. There were several people in the team, but the old man didn't care at all. It took a lot of effort, but I still picked it up, loaded it, and weighed it down quickly.

It was my turn soon, but I was still in a daze. "Child"! The old man called me, and I came back to my senses and said timidly: "Grandpa, I want two bags of tofu noodles."

The old man was stunned for a moment After a while, he smiled and said, "Okay!" Then he turned around and filled two bags, and handed them to me with a smile: "Here you go, kid." I took them and said thank you and turned around.

After returning home, my mother was afraid that he would eat my scale, so she weighed it. Not only was there no less, but there was also four taels more. Suddenly, my mother exclaimed: "He should ask you for four yuan!" No wonder I gave you four taels more!" I hurried downstairs and found that grandpa was downstairs. I was about to get angry, but grandpa smiled and handed me 10 yuan! He said, "Son, I forgot to give you 5 yuan just now. , so I’ll give it to you now”.

“Grandpa, this is 10 yuan”! I waved my hand quickly, and the old man gave me 10 yuan and left with a smile. This may be just a small thing, but From such small things, I understood the big truth: "The human heart is made of flesh. People are strangers to each other, but their hearts are very close.

The old man happily pushed the tofu cart back. He didn’t seem to be unhappy about his loss. He went home. I forgot about his back for a while, and my nose couldn’t help but I felt sore and felt like something was knocking on my heart. I looked at the sky, which seemed to be shrouded in love, so clear and warm.

Hope you will adopt it, thank you! ~. 2. A 500-word essay about the old man selling tofu

Early in the morning, before I got up, I heard a cry of sales: "Tofu for sale." I was pushed up by my mother and asked to buy it outside the door. Tofu, hey, I couldn’t tell you how hard it was, but I still went. While I was there, I witnessed a touching thing.

Selling tofu! I'm selling tofu!" I met an old man. He was wearing a patched apron, and his wrinkled face showed kindness. "Old man, hurry up, I have to catch the bus! It's your responsibility if you're late!" A young man dressed fashionably went around to the front without queuing up. The old man's face turned from sunny to gloomy, but he still scooped a bowl out of the cauldron, put it into a bag, and put it on the scale. " Old man, please don’t eat my scale!" The young man was still nagging. He picked up the bag and weighed it himself before leaving with peace of mind. There were several people in the team, but the old man did not struggle at all and still picked it up quickly. , put it on, weigh it down. It was my turn soon, but I was still in a daze. "Child"! The grandpa called me, and I came back to my senses and said timidly: "Grandpa, I want two bags of tofu brains." The grandpa was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Okay!" After saying that, he turned around She filled two bags and handed them to me with a smile: "Here you go, kid." I took them, said thank you, and turned around to leave. After I got home, my mother weighed them because she was afraid that he would eat them. Suddenly, my mother exclaimed: "He should give you four yuan!" No wonder I gave you four taels more!" I hurried downstairs and found that grandpa was downstairs. I was about to get angry, but grandpa smiled and handed me 10 yuan! He said, "My child, I forgot to give you 5 yuan just now. , so I’ll give it to you now.” “Grandpa, this is 10 yuan!” I waved my hand quickly, and the old man gave me 10 yuan and left with a smile.

This may be just a small thing, but From such small things, I understood the big truth: "The human heart is made of flesh. People are strangers to each other, but their hearts are very close.

The old man happily pushed the tofu cart back. He didn’t seem to be unhappy about his loss. He went home. I forgot about his back for a while, and my nose couldn’t help but I felt sore and felt like something was knocking on my heart.

I looked at the sky. The sky seemed to be shrouded in love, so clear and warm.

Hope you will adopt it, thank you! ~ 3. Essay about the old lady selling tofu, 100 words

This morning, when the first ray of sunshine illuminated the whole house, I rubbed my sleepy eyes, waiting for that moment to arrive.

"Selling tofu, selling tofu -" a familiar shout came from the community, and I hurriedly ran downstairs holding two yuan. The tofu seller is an old woman who comes here almost every day. She rides a tricycle that is so old that the color cannot be seen.

The old lady stopped immediately when she heard my voice. She got out of the car slowly. Although she was not young, her legs and feet were very flexible. She opened the bamboo box and lifted the wet cloth off the tofu. Two kinds of tofu came into my eyes: one was *** *** tofu. When I pressed it lightly with my hand and released it, it immediately bounced back and was oily; the other was a little hard and not as tender as the tofu. white. My grandma has a bad stomach, so eating tofu is the best choice, so our family buys it almost every day. I thought about it and decided to buy soft tofu. The old lady took two pieces of tender tofu and gently placed them in her palm. She skillfully divided them into equal parts with a knife. Then she opened a plastic bag and carefully put the tofu into the bag. "Girl, it's ready." She gently covered it with a wet cloth. "Well, grandma, you come here to sell goods every day. Aren't you tired?" "You're not tired. It's good to ride a bicycle every day and exercise." She said it easily and leisurely.

The rising sunshine gently enveloped this neatly dressed old man. I couldn't help but wonder: "Grandma, you are so old, why are you still selling tofu?" "Girl, now we have lived in a community and there are no fields. If you don't find something to do, you will feel bored. Besides, Our tofu is famous for hundreds of miles, and I don’t want to throw it away,” the old lady said with a proud smile.

"I'm selling tofu -" the old man's voice sounded again. Looking after this energetic old man, who shuttles between buildings every day, selling tofu, I suddenly understand why I always look forward to hearing her shouts every day. 4. Because of you, a 600-word essay about the old lady selling tofu bread

Because of you - the old lady selling tofu bread

We gather and disperse in a hurry, and this hatred is endless. This year's flowers are more red than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be redder. Who knows? Talking about time will only change each other, but not the unforgettable true love! I thought again of the old lady selling tofu bread.

But I remember one time when I came home from school and no longer heard the squeaking sound of the cart. When I opened my schoolbag, the familiar sound of footsteps and the sound of the cart lingered in my ears. I was so happy that I picked up the bowl, took the money, and rushed downstairs. When I said I wanted to buy tofu puffs, the old lady said, "I'm sorry, kid, the tofu puffs are sold out. There are no more."

< p> When I heard this, I felt very disappointed. When I was about to turn around and leave, the old lady stopped me and said, "Kid, I still have some tofu noodles left at home. I'll get them for you when I go back. You wait here." Me."

"It's okay, no, it's okay." The old lady picked up my bowl and left. I waited silently in the snow... Suddenly a figure appeared in front of me. , it was the old lady. She walked in the deep snow and it was not easy to trip. She held the tofu nao tightly in her arms for fear of accidentally knocking it over. When she gave me the tofu biscuits, I Only then did he react.

She said to me: "Drinking a bowl of tofu every day is good and helpful for the body!" The old lady disappeared into the heavy snow while pushing the cart, and she was never seen again. There was an old lady selling tofu bread, and I smiled happily.

Whenever there is a creaking sound on the road downstairs, I think of the old lady selling tofu bread, and I feel extra warm in my heart! 5. Composition of the Old Man Selling Flowers

The Old Man Selling Flowers. Others love flowers because they are colorful, because of their fragrant smell, and because of the beautiful language of flowers. But I love flowers, because Because of the old man selling flowers.

On the way to school, I can always see an old man. The old man is wearing blue and purple clothes, but the color has lost its former glory, and what is left is just a faded shirt. The opposite of his clothes is his car of flowers. Those flowers are red, red and purple, which can be described as colorful. In this cold late autumn season, there are several pots of golden chrysanthemums on his car, which match the color of the flowers. Compared with the old man, the golden chrysanthemums looked so gorgeous. One day, I was about to buy potted flowers to put on the balcony of my house. I walked to the old man's flower cart and happened to hear a conversation between the old man and another person. The man asked: "Your son hasn't come back yet?" The old man sighed. : "Isn't that right? My son is working in the city and is busy at work. How can he have time to come back to see his mother and me? Occasionally, I get used to my son not being around, but these flowers bring some fun to both of us. As time goes by, I feel inseparable from these words. Seeing them is like seeing my son alive and kicking. When you get older, you will always feel lonely."

This is another flower seller. , asked: "Master, how much does this pot of flowers cost?" The old man said: "Just five yuan." The man handed over the money and took the pot of gorgeous flowers from the old man's hand.

I asked, how much does this pot of flowers cost? The old man smiled and said, "My child, if you like it, grandpa will give it to you." I said, "How embarrassing is this? You have grown it with great difficulty, wouldn't it be a pity to give it away?" "Hey, take it away."

I took it from the old man’s hand, and I understood why the old man loved flowers so much. It was because he loved his son more. He always felt that his son was as energetic as a flower and hoped that his son would be as energetic as a flower. My son has always wanted to be as healthy as he is now.

Each pot of flowers is the old man's heart for his son. I hold the pot of golden chrysanthemums that the old man gave me and put them in front of my desk. I thought, if I put them on the balcony, wouldn't it make my son more beautiful? The cool wind of late autumn blew them down. Every time I did my homework, I could see this pot of flowers when I looked up. When I was tired, I saw him and let me know that there are people like the old man who care about his son. , caring about me all the time... 6. Composition: The old man who sells water 500

The old man who sells water

When winter turns to spring, I go for an outing alone in the countryside.

Coming to the wild, there is a vibrant scene everywhere. The ice and snow melted, everything revived, the willow trees sprouted new buds, the grass poked its head out from the ground, the creek thawed, sang the song "ding ding dong dong", and the bird happily flew back from the distance and stood on the willow branch Go up, hold your head high and perform a symphony with Xiaoxi. The beautiful lilies are blooming, the fragrant spring is blooming, and the colorful wildflowers make the fields full of green grass even more beautiful.

I continued to move forward, preparing to climb the mountain to explore the heights.

When I came to the foot of the mountain, I saw an old man selling drinks. I thought to myself: Climbing the mountain is very tiring, so buy a few bottles of water to quench your thirst! So, I walked towards that stall.

When I came to the stall, I saw that the floor was filled with drinks: winter melon tea, cola, Sprite... all kinds of things. I picked up a bottle of strawberry juice and asked, "How much does this cost?"

"This is three and a half yuan!"

"Then buy three bottles!"

As I said that, I handed the grandpa a hundred yuan bill. Although I knew it was a counterfeit bill, I still gave it to the grandpa: "Give me eighty-eight yuan and fifty cents!"

The first time I got home The next day, I unexpectedly found a letter and eighty-eight yuan and fifty cents on the table. In an instant, I understood everything"""""""""""""""""""""" "

At this time, a few words were silently carved in my heart: Those who have lost their integrity are dead in this world. These words are engraved very deeply, and I will never forget them in my life. 7. An essay about tofu curd, about 800 words

My grandma is a smart, capable and very hard-working person. She has been making tofu curd every day recently and selling it at the entrance of the alley.

Every morning before dawn, while I was still asleep, grandma had already gotten up to work. She took out the soybeans soaked in clean water overnight from the bucket, washed them and put them into an old-fashioned crusher. After plugging in the power, the machine started working and made a loud "rumbling" sound. Grandma kept adding spoonfuls of water until all the soybeans were crushed and flowed into a bucket. After a few minutes, a bucket of white raw pulp will be ready, but there is a lot of bean dregs in it, so it needs to be filtered with gauze. Pour the filtered slurry into a large pot and heat it up on the stove. It's not ready until a large pot of soy milk is constantly turning and boiling. Grandma puts the soy milk in buckets and basins, and waits for it to cool down slightly before pouring it into the bucket that is pushed out for sale. Put some secret ingredients in it, and after a while, the soy milk condenses into tofu curd.

I smelled the aroma and went into the kitchen, taking a big bowl to hold the tofu curd. The spoon used to scoop out the tofu curd is a small, flat and thin shovel. The scooping method is also very particular. You have to be very gentle and follow the order slowly, otherwise the tofu curd will be ruined. The tofu is so crystal clear and white. I held the bowl carefully, feeling warm in my hands. When I came to the tricycle, I looked at the various ingredients neatly arranged, all prepared by my grandma herself, including fresh soy sauce, seaweed, minced mustard, dried shrimps, spicy oil, sesame oil, vinegar, sugar, coriander, etc. I put some of my favorites and a bowl of tofu curd was ready!

Holding this zk168.cn bowl of fragrant tofu curd, I carefully ran into the back room, looking at it and thinking: The originally white tofu became "colorful" under the background of those seasonings. , and the tofu has become breakable.

I started to taste it carefully. First, gently scoop a spoonful of soup with a spoon and drink it slowly. Suddenly, the taste I felt in my mouth felt like feeling the beauty of nature in the autumn wind, or like the heat of the scorching sun in summer! I scooped another spoonful of tofu and tasted it carefully. The tofu broke into pieces in my mouth, as if it was melted. Although it has no taste at all, there is a layer of golden oil on its surface - spicy oil and sesame oil. Don't underestimate them. This can make the tofu taste better. When the deliciousness of the tofu is blended into the soup, it is also absorbed. The mellow aroma of the soup is eliminated, and the natural taste is better.

Looking at this bowl of delicious and juicy tofu curd, I couldn’t help but salivate. I couldn't bear it any longer and started eating it in big spoonfuls! When only the soup is left, drink it in one gulp. Eating delicious tofu pudding is such a pleasure! My heart has been nourished by the tofu pudding, and my belly is also warm. When I finished eating, there was still the lingering fragrance of tofu curd in my mouth from time to time.

Tofu pudding made me turn into a greedy little cat. Although it is very ordinary, every bowl is full of grandma's hard work and hard work. It is the crystallization of grandma's wisdom and hard work! I was deeply attracted to it because it was filled with deep family affection!

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Grandpa is a theater fan, and Henan Opera is his favorite.

My grandpa is over 60 years old. He is tall and has a wrinkled face with a pair of bright eyes. What I am most proud of is that my grandpa has the ability to "live to old age and learn." "old" quality.

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 did you do? Start learning English." When grandma heard this, she became angry and vomited quickly: "I said I was going to go shopping today. I want to go shopping." Are you just buying something? I actually bought an English book. Do you think it’s annoying?”

As soon as he finished speaking, grandpa ran in in a hurry, shouting: “It’s over, it’s over.” "I was wondering, why is grandpa so anxious? I saw my grandpa turning on the TV and turning to channel 17, and his fluent and sweet English came to my ears. It turned out that my grandfather watched the English program "Into America" ??on time every day.

My grandfather is like this. He "lives and learns" and is an example for me to learn from. 9. Please help me think of an essay with the title

I think: calling him grandpa is not an exaggeration at all. He looked to be in his 70s, and his thin body looked extremely hale and hearty. Every day at noon, he would shuttle through the community on time to sell his jelly, and today he was no exception. From a distance, I heard his clear and loud hawking voice. , my son who was eating heard the sound and couldn't help but screamed. I said angrily: "Don't imitate the grandfather's words." Because every time I hear his voice, I always stick my head out and look around. In the hot summer, it is not easy for him to brave the heat and raise his head and shout loudly downstairs to sell jelly, because I don’t like to eat jelly. For the first time, I could only stand upstairs and look down, watching his thin body move with the shaking of the tricycle. I often felt a sense of sadness and sympathy in my heart. At first, I quickly thought of his children and hated how his children could let the old man hawk in the high temperature and earn money so hard. Later, I thought maybe they also had their own difficulties, and I actually started to admire this old man. I admire his strength and not following the crowd. Maybe his life is not lonely. Maybe his thoughts will be happy along with his actions. Thoughts dominate life. If you think like this, who will live unhappy.

In the past, I longed for a few old people to stay together, chat and play chess. After seeing this old man, my views changed. I thought: When I get old, I must learn from him. , don’t waste your energy on getting by, don’t spend your days leisurely, but live every day well and take every step well. Of course, the plan may fail, but if you have the intention, you will work hard, and if you work hard, you will be successful. accomplish!