初三写人作文：痕迹_700字( Writing composition in Junior Three: Traces_
In life, there are many things I have long forgotten, but that one thing deeply left an indelible trace in my heart.
It was a winter two years ago. It had just snowed and it was very cold. Dad bought me a pair of cotton padded shoes. In a PE class, I accidentally slipped and broke a hole. This weather must wear cotton padded shoes, but it's not cost-effective to buy another pair, so my father is going to take me to the old man who mends shoes.
I usually don't mend shoes. Once these shoes are broken, they won't be warm when they are sewn, and they leak air. Moreover, they may cost several times as much in winter. To tell you the truth, I would rather buy a pair of shoes than sew them. So Dad took me, I was very reluctant, when we got to the shoe repair stand, the old man was closing the stand, ready to leave. After knowing the situation, the old man took a look at the dim sky and decided to mend my shoes with thread and needle.
At this time, it began to snow outside, blowing like the wind, like a needle, straight into people's bones. The old man sewed the shoes meticulously. I was wearing gloves, and I had to put my hand into my pocket. The old man's hand was red with cold, and he pricked his finger, oozing a little blood. He didn't stop, but from time to time he put his hand to his mouth to breathe. When the sewing was almost finished, the old man saw that there were several lines of stitches that were not even, removed all the stitches, and then sewed them even harder, saying: "in this weather, children's shoes are not solid." I didn't see any words in my eyes. I turned my body to one side and thought it was not for the sake of collecting more money.