Grandma's composition 1 Since I was born in the third grade, I have thrived under the meticulous care of my parents. It may also be because I am an only child, and my parents love me more and regard me as the apple of their eye, which can be said to be "wind and rain." My classmates cast envious eyes on me, but they never imagined that I grew up in the eyes of others.
When I first came to this world, I was called a "crying bag" by my parents because I cried and made noise from morning till night. At that time, we lived in grandparents' house. On the third day of my birth, they kicked our family out of the house. We are really helpless. Fortunately, my kind grandmother took us in. Since then, I have been spoiled by my grandmother.
Grandma has always said to me earnestly: Mom and Dad are very hard, so you should study hard and don't let them down! You are an only child, your brothers and sisters discriminate against you, and your grandparents have a strong traditional concept of "preference for sons over daughters". Only by studying hard can we win their respect and impress them. Grandma also told me not to hold grudges, but to please them. Grandma's teaching has always been in my mind, and it is still so clear. At the same time, these words have also become the motto of my study, urging me to move forward.
Finally, I was admitted to Huaying and my dream came true. However, my grandfather is dead. During these thirteen years, he didn't do anything for me, turned a blind eye to my efforts and achievements, and didn't even know what grade I was in. My heart aches at the thought of here.
When I chose the road of my middle school career, my grandmother gave me a thick stack of 100 yuan without telling my parents, saying, "No matter which of the four intersections you choose, your parents and I will support you." Among the grandchildren, the oldest is you, and grandma loves you the most. You are the person I have worked hard to raise. Take care of yourself and study hard! There are 20 thousand yuan here to pay tuition. " Look at this thick stack of 100 pieces. It's really as heavy as iron. Grandma's heart, I know. I quickly returned this precious gift to her. I couldn't help crying in my grandmother's arms. Grandparents have never done such a thing, or many old people will not do so, and will not give their grandchildren so much money generously. Grandma's concern for me will remain in my heart forever.
I love my parents and my grandmother deeply. They are my dearest, most important and most respected people in this world.
The people who are kind to me in the world are not only my parents, but also my beloved grandmother!
Grandma's Composition 2 Every time I go to Tomb-Sweeping Day, I always think of my grandmother, who was very kind to me before her death.
Grandma loves me very much. Once I suddenly had a high fever at home, and my grandmother was the only one to take care of me. It's raining heavily outside. Originally, my grandmother had told my mother to go home, but when she saw my uncomfortable appearance, she made up her mind, took an umbrella, suddenly picked me up and ran away in the rain. I was very touched, because grandma's leg was rheumatism at that time! And she ran for more than ten minutes before she ran to the side of the road to take a taxi.
Because I was sent to the hospital in time, I took an injection and took medicine, and I was fine in a few days. In those days, my grandmother kept rubbing her sick leg while taking care of me. Seeing me recover, her eyes, which had been gloomy for several days, suddenly lit up again.
Another time, I was laughed at by my classmates because I couldn't ride a bike. When grandma found out, she began to teach me to ride a bike. Grandma showed me first, and then let me learn her movements and riding. At that time, I learned quickly, and the more I rode, the happier I became. Who knows, I accidentally stepped on it and fell to the ground. Seeing that I was about to hit the ground, my grandmother next to me hugged me. But I still knocked my grandmother to the ground. Fortunately, the bike didn't fall on grandma. It's a blessing in disguise. Grandma and I both smiled happily.
In 20xx, grandma died of high blood pressure. But grandma will live in my heart forever. This Tomb-Sweeping Day, I miss my grandma very much. I want to say to my grandmother, "Ah! Grandma, may you be happy every day in heaven! "
Whenever I see my neighbor Aunt Wang, I can't help thinking of my kind grandmother. It's been almost a year since her old man died, and there are many wonderful times left in the thick photo album, so that grandma can stay with us.
My grandmother, like many ordinary northern elderly people, always has a neatly combed silvery white hair and a wrinkled forehead. Grandma always can't stand up straight, as if she can't stand up. A pair of hands with thick joints, like old branches, can never stretch straight. According to my mother, grandma is the eldest in the family and has been the eldest since childhood. It was not until her brothers and sisters were arranged to get married that she became her home. Years of suffering have made her unable to stand up and open her hand.
Grandma is virtuous and hardworking, and always gives this and that. She is always reluctant to eat. At ordinary times, she either cooks food for us according to the pot, mows the grass and waters the flowers, or washes the clothes for the children. As soon as she walked out of the house, the chickens and ducks would immediately gather around, only to see her smile and gently sprinkle handfuls of broken corn on them. These chickens and ducks looked at grandma while eating, as if expressing gratitude.
I remember once, my parents wanted to take me home to meet my grandparents. Grandma was so nervous that she couldn't eat or sleep well for several days. She always said, "Be sure to tie the child's hand when you go out." A few months later, we went back to grandma's house from grandpa's house. As soon as I came back, grandma hugged me tightly and cried, "I thought I would never see you again." Later, I learned that my grandmother was seriously ill and could die at any time. A few months later, grandma really left us.
Now every time I see grandma's photo, I think of her love for me. I miss my grandma very much.
Grandma's third grade composition 4 The days we walked together were sour or sweet, and the days we walked together were happy or sad; Those days we walked together were forgotten or worried ... those days we walked hand in hand were memories, but helpless memories; Be concerned; Strange suspension of dreams ...
It was a day when chestnuts were harvested in my hometown. Your wrinkled palm tightly held my little sweaty hand, and I took it under the chestnut tree. I couldn't help jumping up to reach that little thing, but you grabbed me and gently said to me, "Be careful." This sentence is as common as a cup of boiled water, but it makes me deeply understand your love for me. I listened to you and stood aside. I saw you pick up the long stick on the ground and start beating the branches with it. The ball fell from the tree and rolled on the ground. Isn't it beautiful? Wow! A small ball rolled under my feet. "Good opportunity!" I reached for the ball when you weren't looking. When I was about to touch it, I thought of your words-"Be careful? Do you want me not to touch it? " However, the things inside are edible, so the things outside should not be so terrible, right?
After some ideological struggle, I still couldn't resist the temptation and extended my slim little hand to the unfathomable ball. "ah!" I saw my little hand cut by the needle tip, and bright red blood gushed out. I couldn't help feeling pain, so I cried with a "wow". "What's the matter, what's the matter?" You heard the noise and came running at once. "Didn't I tell you to be careful?" You wiped my tears and said, "Be careful next time! Otherwise grandma will be angry. "
Grandma, you are always so kind in my heart, as if you have never been angry, and my childhood is also going on in this cheerful rhythm. Unfortunately, it didn't last long until one day-
It was a sunny morning, and I was very happy when you said you would take me out to play. Walking in front of you, whispering, picking some morning glory while walking, and having fun. Just as you were going down the mountain, you accidentally rolled down the hillside because the ground was wet. See bad has been running with you, shouting "grandma, grandma ..."
Grandma left, her eyes were still open when she left, as if there was something left. Suddenly I feel that the warm sunshine is no longer warm, the sun is no longer a symbol of light, and his ferocious face is clearly smiling! I didn't think about anything at that time. I just want my grandmother, a grandmother who is always amiable. ...
Grandma, I will never forget the days I spent with you. Those days were sour, sweet, happy and sad, unforgettable memories and memories I will always care about!
Grandma, will you come back? ...
In August this year, the family returned to the countryside.
Travel-stained, I just set foot on the mossy stone steps, and the thick smell of food mixed with hot air floated out from the red lacquer wood carving gate. My uncle greeted us with a smile at the dinner table. The white porcelain plate is filled with simple but exquisite home cooking. There is a big bowl of soup in the northeast corner of the dining table. The soup is the most vigorous, with green chopped green onion and attractive aroma. At first glance, I knew it was from grandma. I looked at my busy grandmother by the fire and my thoughts went back to a few years ago. ...
My parents didn't have time to take care of me when I was a child. I will be sent back to my hometown as soon as I have a holiday. My grandparents and I are not very close. My grandmother, who looks like my mother, is my closest relative. I always go to grandma's house for dinner. I remember one day, it suddenly occurred to me that I would cook with my grandmother. Grandma took my hand and went to the ravine to pick red amaranth. The path is covered with weeds with sharp leaves. My grandmother walked ahead to open the way. I stepped on her footprints and fallen weeds and skipped along. While picking amaranth, grandma muttered the traditions of Dragon Boat Festival and amaranth, praising this seasonal dish for its water and spirit. I squatted on one side and didn't pay much attention. I stared at the blue sky, and my grandmother just smiled.
At home, grandma cooks and I cook. I can't control the fire. Soon the fire went out, but grandma rubbed my hair and praised me for being sensible, saying that she would buy me a catty and a half of my favorite winter melon candy tomorrow. Dinner is ready. Two dishes and one soup. Red amaranth limply collapsed on the iron plate, a plate of purple. What makes me covet the most is that big bowl of pumpkin soup, which is yellow and tender, emitting a sweet and attractive smell. When I wolfed down my food, I found that my grandmother didn't eat much and looked at me with a smile on her elbow. My mind moved and I had the idea of mischief. On the pretext of drinking water, I brought a small piece of raw pumpkin from the kitchen to the table. When grandma wasn't looking, I mixed it with pumpkin soup and sent it to her mouth. Grandma was moved to bite the pumpkin. One bite and her face changed. She was going to throw up like a conditioned reflex. She looked at me and finally swallowed it. Mouth chanting: "How unfamiliar?" I couldn't help laughing, but my grandmother froze for a while and laughed loudly, without any blame.
Memories of the past keep pouring out. Now think about it, I really don't understand. I have never thought about why I visit my grandmother's house irregularly, but my grandmother always cooks food for me, as if she had already cooked it.
Will grandma be waiting for me to come back? ...
I got off the table and ran to the kitchen. My grandmother is washing the pot and preparing the cooked pork. When she saw me, she said discontentedly, "What are you doing here? It's hot and messy. Go sit down and eat. " He said, bring me the cake and push me out. I looked at her with silver hair and a wrinkled dark face. She was shorter than me and a little hunched, but her eyes shone with clever light, and beads of sweat oozed from her forehead and flowed through her chin. ...
"Grandma, let me help you make a fire." I said.
"Very good." Like many years ago, she froze for a while and answered me with a smile.
I am not qualified to ignore the sincere love around me, and there is no reason to blindly accept the little warmth but take it for granted. Grandma, I love you, too, and your dear granddaughter should learn to be grateful. Your warm soup and population are just a little bit of happiness. I will remember this taste all my life.
Grandma is working in the kitchen. I sat on the sofa and looked at her. Her moving hand caught my attention. When did her hands become so rough and chapped? It is full of wrinkles, no longer like that old hand, which reminds me of memories and is full of bitterness. ......
In my mother's narrative, I learned that grandma came from a big family. Because she is the youngest daughter in the family, grandma loves her very much and never lets her engage in farm work. So my grandmother was born with white eyes, not like some rural children. Dear grandma doesn't want to be a caged bird. As an adult, she is eager to get married and stay away from this home that imprisons her freedom. So, she met her grandfather, who was still an intellectual at that time. Grandpa liked to play around. He is very poor, and he often eats every meal. Grandma married grandpa in spite of her family's opposition. Grandpa is very poor. He didn't want to wronged her, and always advised her to go home. She just followed her grandfather.
Every day's heavy and tiring farm work and bad sleeping environment made grandma fall ill soon. My guilty grandfather ran away from home after grandma's house came. No one knows where he went, but my grandfather really sympathized with my grandmother. A month later, grandpa's return made grandma's illness better immediately. My grandfather decided not to play. He wanted to give her a good future in those days when he was away from home.
A few years later, their lives were really much better, and they even had two children. At that time, grandma's hands were still white and tender, because grandpa always took on heavy work alone. Grandpa's gradual change has gradually made grandma's family accept him, and they often come to grandma's house to visit her. Time flies. That day, my grandmother had a stomachache in the middle of the night. Without saying anything, my grandfather immediately got up to buy medicine for my grandmother, but my grandmother didn't expect that she would see her grandfather for the last time! It was dark outside, and my grandfather left in a hurry without a flashlight. Some night-blind grandfathers fell into a ditch in the dark. ......
Grandma's mood was predictable when she heard the news. She was ill and was admitted to the hospital that day. When everyone went to see her, they didn't know what she was thinking. Her eyes are empty and her face is pale and scary. A week later, my grandmother recovered unexpectedly. Why? She said that grandpa told her to live well and take care of her two children, otherwise he wouldn't be at ease. Since then, grandma has taken care of two young children by herself. Grandma's unexpected strength and optimism undoubtedly surprised everyone. And grandma's hands are slowly changing bit by bit. Those two children are taken good care of by grandma, and both of them are very promising, which is the only thing grandma is proud of. ......
Grandma in the kitchen brought out the freshly cooked noodles, looked at me kindly and said, "Eat, son."
I stared at grandma's hand, but my heart was still bitter. These rough and cracked hands support the whole family. How powerful is that? I ran into the room and found a new hand cream. ......
Grandma, she is the closest person since my parents. I lived in the mountains with her for a while. Although there are no electronic products, my life is full of fun, but my grandmother also paid a lot for it.
In winter, I took the opportunity of winter vacation to go back to my hometown and my grandmother's house. I called grandma to take me into the mountains to dig bamboo shoots. My grandmother couldn't help shouting and picked up a hoe to accompany me into the mountain. Walking on the muddy path, grandma followed me slowly with a hoe. Looking back, I saw that the wrinkles on my grandmother's face were getting deeper and deeper, and her shoulders were high and low. She said that when I was a child, I preferred to use the right side when I was working, which caused this. Although grandma said with a smile, the helplessness in her words was deeply left in my heart. I rushed to the back, grabbed the hoe from grandma's shoulder, carried it on my shoulder, and held her hand with the other hand. Her hands are covered with big cocoons, which is also the trace of her work when she was young and the mark of caring for her younger generation. Years have not been kind to my grandmother, leaving her with a heavy wound. My mind is a mess and I can't figure it out.
At the entrance of the deep mountain, I saw traces of people's existence, which made me feel at ease, at least I wouldn't be in danger. Let's keep going up. It just rained and the road was slippery, but my grandmother always protected me from wrestling. Because there were no steps, she explored her way forward and propped up a blue sky for me with her thin body. I asked him if he had tried, and she smiled and said, no, what grandma left us is always bright and beautiful, and we don't know her deepest hidden side.
Began to dig bamboo shoots, I found the place to dig according to the clues my grandmother gave me, and the hoe returned to my grandmother on the pretext that I couldn't dig. Grandma dug down, and there were no bamboo shoots as I expected. My heart was shaking at that time. My grandmother can't have a complicated level. I didn't know there were no bamboo shoots down there. She just didn't want to hit me, that's all. However, only my words exhausted her strength, and she dug a little sadly. After all, she has entered her twilight years.
After digging the bamboo shoots, you only get a small bamboo shoot head. Just about to get on the bus and go down the mountain, grandma flew out, waving a small bamboo shoot in her hand. My heart is very calm. My grandmother knows that if I don't take it home, I will get lost for a long time, and then it is difficult for an old man to fly on the rugged mountain road. When I got home, I heard that grandma's back pain had been committed again.
My grandmother moved me more than that. She also touched me. She left a deep impression on my memory. She made a thousand efforts to satisfy my only granddaughter. I touched her calloused hand and felt a lot in my heart.
Grandma's composition 8 The sun just poked its head out of the sky and covered half of her face like a shy girl. The morning sunshine gently awakened the tea garden in front of grandma. The tea tree began to whisper, as if waiting for someone. A few early birds are singing welcome songs over the tea garden.
A ray of sunshine shone on my little face through the windowsill. My hand habitually touches my side, and my grandmother has got up. I got up and looked at the tea garden bleakly. The figure in the tea garden is shaking. That's grandma picking tea.
Grandma's hand skillfully fiddled with the tea tree and shuttled through the tea like a fish. Gently test the quality of tea with your fingers, and quickly pick one piece and put it in the basket. The tea seems to have been tickled and giggled. The morning sun lit up grandma's dark face. Near, near, I crept close to my grandmother. The tea tree in front of me shook, and I suddenly stood up straight. "Hey, Grandma!" "
Grandma was obviously startled, and the tea picked in her hand flew up and landed on the tea tree.
"You little rascal, to scare grandma again. You are bullying grandma's eyes! "
Yes, grandma is getting old and her eyes are getting worse. But I'm also curious, how can grandma with bad eyes pick tea so skillfully?
Every year in the tea picking season, grandma will carry a basket to the tea garden to pick fresh and fragrant tea. Grandma said that our own tea is really wild, pure natural and pollution-free. I often follow my grandmother and sit on the path to watch her pick tea. Grandma's hands are like a butterfly playing among tea trees, and like a ballet dancer jumping at the tip of a leaf, jumping from one plant to another and from one plant to another. After a while, the basket was full of fragrant tea.
"Forget it, go home!"
Grandma greeted me with a basket full of tea. I hurried forward to help grandma, I was worried that grandma would fall. Grandma touched my head with an old hand: "Nothing, nothing! Grandma's hands are grandma's eyes, bright and open! "
Picked fresh tea leaves are given to grandpa, grandma adds firewood under the stove, and grandpa cooks tea leaves in an iron pot on the stove. The thick tea fragrance is instantly filled and refreshing.
In her spare time, grandma will also soak in a cup of tea cooked by grandpa and taste it slowly. At this time, I will also sit next to my grandmother and hold a picture book. Grandma sipped tea while I was reading, and the sun gradually sprinkled on my book, which was a bit dazzling. I frowned and just wanted to change my position, but a shadow appeared on the book. I looked up, and it was my grandmother who covered the sun with her hand. Her rough hands smell of fragrant tea, and the sunshine floats into my heart and stays in my heart.
Grandma gave most of the fried tea to the children. Watching the children take away the tea she picked, grandma's expression was extremely satisfied and happy. My mother especially likes to drink tea picked by my grandmother. My mother said that the tea sent by my grandmother was really wild tea, and it was impossible to evaluate it!
Since I went to school, I can't live in my grandmother's house, and I don't have time to watch her pick tea. Grandma is getting older and older, and the wrinkles on her face record the vicissitudes of time. Her eyesight is getting lower and lower, but grandma is still busy in that tea garden during the tea picking season every year. Grandma's hands and eyes are the same, accompanied by tea fragrance and bright morning light. The morning breeze is cool, and the morning sun is still sunny. Grandma recorded one bright morning after another with her hands.
Grandma is short and thin, but she always likes to talk. Every Sunday, his figure hangs around in front of my eyes all day, always muttering some irrelevant reminders. Maybe she couldn't make it clear, but I didn't listen at all.
That day, I was reading in my room. "Baby, come and help me wash clothes. You can put them on tomorrow. " Grandma's hoarse voice came from outside the room, and the door was pushed open and hit the wall, with a bang, "Sunday is so hard!" " "Grandma's face, like a dehydrated apple, came at me. I lost my temper and dropped the book on the table. " Grandma, can't you knock? "Can't you see I'm busy reading? You go out! "
After grandma left, I continued reading. Who knows, grandma kept nagging while washing clothes outside the door. I couldn't take it anymore, so I rushed out the door. "Grandma, will you shut up!"
"What's the matter? Did you make grandma angry again? " Dad came home, put down his helmet and motorcycle and blamed me. "No, grandma, she kept nagging, which hindered my study. I have an exam next Monday! " I pouted and complained to my father. "Don't be angry with your grandmother. It's always like this when people are old. When your grandmother was young, she was in full swing! " "Can people still be like this when they are old?" I'm still angry. "When my grandmother was young, there were many children at home, and my grandfather was in poor health. The burden of family survival fell on my grandmother alone. I was seriously ill, and my grandmother talked to herself all day, blaming the poor old man! " "In fact, among all the small players, grandma loves you the most."
Dad's words lifted my memory: my parents blamed me and my grandmother protected me; The child bullied me and grandma protected me. That spring, chicken pox broke out on my face, and my grandmother rode a tricycle to a nearby town more than 20 miles away to get my medicine. On the way, due to fatigue, I accidentally scraped a tree on the side of the road and was stabbed in many places on my face. Despite the pain, my grandmother insisted on riding home, but I still fell asleep, bumping all the way, very comfortable, as if I had shaken to the Waipo Bridge in my dream.
I opened the door and saw grandma's white hair fluttering in the wind and her nose was sour. "Grandma, let's wash together!" Grandma looked at me doubtfully for a while, nodded happily, and the wrinkles in her brow unfolded. I leaned on grandma's shoulder, and grandma stroked my head and patted me on the back. For an instant, I seemed to go back to the past.
10 time is like water, flowing slowly. Inadvertently looking back, I have tears in my eyes-inscription
I have a yellow photo in my hand and look at my grandmother in the photo. My grandma is laughing, and my eyes are blurred.
In my memory, my grandmother always smiles and never gets angry. When I was a child, I was very noisy and cried. Sometimes my parents try to persuade me, but I still cry. Miraculously, as long as my grandmother holds me in her arms, pats me twice and hums, I will stop crying, calm down slowly and even laugh happily.
When I was three years old, my parents worked in Shanghai and left me to my grandmother, who took care of me day after day and year after year.
That summer night, as usual, I moved two stools early and put them in the yard. Grandma sat down beside me after finishing her work, and the brightness spread all over the yard. I snuggled up to her warm shoulder, and grandma cleared her throat and hummed nursery rhymes. I was ecstatic at the melodious singing. "Ice like! Your mother will come back to pick you up in two days, and you should go to school in autumn. " I plunged into my grandmother's arms and said, "No, I want to come with me." "When you grow up, you should study, go back, listen to your mother, study hard, don't think about your grandmother, and take me out of the city to see the world when you are promising."
On the day I returned to Shanghai, my grandmother got up early, cooked dinner, woke me up from bed, combed my hair and hummed my familiar nursery rhymes. When I left, my grandmother sent me to the village head and watched me and my mother walk away. When I looked back at my grandmother, at the fork in the road at the head of the village, my grandmother looked at me quietly, and there was smoke rising behind me.
1 1 In the spring of that year, my mother suddenly told me to take a leave of absence and take me back to my grandmother's house. I was surprised and more excited after hearing this, and finally I could meet my dear grandmother. Sitting on the bus back home, my parents were silent. I imagined all kinds of scenes when I met my grandmother. Soon I arrived at my grandmother's village. Many people go in and out, and middle-aged and elderly people look depressed: "Hey, where's grandma?" I searched anxiously, accompanied by my mother's wailing, until I saw the black-and-white photo of grandma with white flowers and white cloth on the wall. That scene touched my heart deeply. At that moment, I knew that my grandmother had left me, and she was in tears. "Grandma, didn't you say that I would accompany you to see the world when I grew up?" Didn't you say you would sing me nursery rhymes as long as I listened to you? Grandma, I have grown up, and I still want to hear you sing ... "
In the dream, the moonlight melts, the stars are sparse, two wooden stools, a thin old man with a smile and a little girl who loves to cry, and nursery rhymes are floating in the wind. ...