The carpenter in the village900字作文

　　There is a very famous carpenter in my village. His craft is so good that he can fix almost any furniture that is broken. He has been a scholar for generations. Although he is poor, he thinks that only reading is the only way out. No one expected such a carpenter in his house. There was another man in the carpenter's house, his father, whom we all called grandpa. Every time a carpenter gets a compliment for fixing someone else's furniture, he sighs all night. Gee, he can only be a carpenter. I felt very strange. I asked my grandfather that he would not say it first, and then told me the reason under my stalking questioning.

　　It turns out that carpenters are very smart when they are young, and everything is easy to pass. I was very happy to see him overnight and thought he was a good material for reading. The fact also confirmed grandpa's view, dreamed of in primary school when out of the be outstanding results are the best. And the carpenter rarely asked the family for this and that. All his toys were slowly carved out by himself with a knife. But gradually he put his mind almost on carpentry, learning is not so enthusiastic. Later, although grandpa's education in the Convergence, but the results are no longer as good as before. When I was in high school, the carpenter secretly reported that the carpenter was not at home on the day the notice of the technical school was sent. You are also angry to see that notice, you burned it. I don't think I saw the notice or said anything when I got back. Later, under the arrangement of his grandfather, he entered an ordinary high school. Although the high school has a low grade, it is an honor that his family has never had before. So Grandpa invited a large group of neighbors in the village to celebrate. After the neighbors left, grandpa saw that the carpenter was away and thought he was asleep. Excited grandfather can not sleep, they climbed up, and then the ancestors of the plaque back and forth pacing, mouth also muttered that my family finally read out a look. At this moment, Grandpa accidentally discovered that the lights in the backyard house were still on, so he staggered over. When he looked at it, he found that his thoughts were completely wrong. Under the soft light, the carpenter was making a chair, the frame was ready, and only the pattern of the backrest was still being carved. I didn't expect my son to have such a hand. The chair that was done was really amazing, especially the dragon on the backrest. Ah He was looking at his work with great satisfaction and a happy smile on his face. Looking at this is the scene, one night decided one thing. Since then, there has been one more carpenter in the village.