My grandfather's excellent composition 1 autumn harvest season, 16 is unforgettable and dreamlike in the spring and autumn. Autumn is not a simple season for me. It was a life, but it has been gone for a long time, but it often comes to mind. Autumn gathers the heat of the past and becomes peaceful and far away. It is like a soothing and beautiful classical music, which teaches people physical and mental peace. Also like a philosophical wise man wandering leisurely between heaven and earth. It is more like a friendship in life, which makes you feel a kind of warmth from time to time, but it is not strong.
In autumn, there is the glory of fruit bending branches, the sadness of autumn wind and autumn rain, and the helplessness of "looking forward to the ripening of fruits and being afraid of falling when they are ripe". On a rainy night in late autumn, turn off the lights and sit still, listen to the wind blowing leaves, rain hitting the window sash, and enjoy the touching and sad beauty. This situation is like reading an ancient poem and listening to an old song, and it is like a long-lost acacia mixed with bitterness and beauty.
Grandpa was still there at that time, and now he has been gone for many years. All my impressions of him are on persimmons. Persimmons in my hometown are so big and red that I can't remember how long ago. There is a huge persimmon tree in grandpa's house in autumn. He hits a lot of persimmons every year, and I am happiest when he hits persimmons. Persimmons will soon be as big as cherry tomatoes when they grow up When he returned them, I began to climb persimmon trees, because I was bold and brainless when I was a child, and I was even bolder with my grandfather. I reached for it and picked it off one by one. I put them on the top, and my grandfather picked one from below and threw it out.
Come on, come on, get the limewater ready, and prepare the pickled persimmons. Grandpa gave the order, and grandma and I moved the test paper to the front of the vat together. Just below it, we spread a layer of persimmon leaves, put persimmon in it, then coat it with lime, and then release water. I watched the yellow immature persimmon put into the jar and polished it, and then put it in my heart, thinking about how he returned to the Jianghu after retiring. I can't help drooling. The persimmon just taken out is not sour at all, crisp, sweet and refreshing. In fact, grandpa's existence is the best gift.
But I will leave eventually. When I was in the fifth grade class that year, the head teacher called me out. Your father wants you to go home now. Your grandfather has unconsciously. A tear wet my eyes, flowed out of them, crossed my cheeks and fell into my mouth. It's sour. My dad said that your grandfather prepared persimmons for you the day before, and he wanted to send them to you happily. I wailed.
It has been five or six years now, and he should have forgotten it, but he often reminds me why I always think of it. Maybe I saw the huge persimmon tree, a yellow persimmon tree. Being together is that autumn, and parting is also that autumn. The ancients often say that autumn is always sad, and I think so, but sometimes autumn always spares us and makes us happy.
What is autumn like? Some people say that autumn is the harvest season and the bright smile on farmers' faces. Some people say that autumn is a sad season, and it is the melancholy of falling leaves all over the ground. In my opinion, autumn is a diversified season, with joy, melancholy and sadness. This is the source of my understanding and my meeting with autumn. Grandpa was tired all his life, and finally he was happy. I don't think you had any regrets when you left, but I didn't see you for the last time. Grandpa, are you okay? That autumn, my grandfather died, and I was very sad. With the pain of pregnant women, I step into autumn with heavy steps. The autumn in front of us is particularly bleak, and the fallen leaves are flying, leaving the branches where it was born and grew up, just like a flying butterfly falling gently, and finally lying on the land that also gives it life. The fallen leaves return to their roots, and its life passes away in such a hurry. I don't know how much I will miss this world. Perhaps it is the most satisfactory choice after all. Suddenly, the crystal liquid gently slipped from the corner of my eye. ...
My grandfather's excellent composition 2 Whenever I think of them, I think they are poor. Because they are old, I feel sorry for them. They have been gradually forgotten by people. Even their children and grandchildren seldom care about their health and their lives. They just say hello when they meet. They just live a simple life, and occasionally think about something that they were happy and unforgettable when they were young. ...
In my childhood memory, there are two people I will never forget, my grandparents. I don't hate them, really, they are so kind in my memory. Like an angel, smile at me with a pair of white wings, and then I will feel so warm.
Whenever I think of them, I think they are poor. Because they are old, I feel sorry for them. They have been gradually forgotten by people. Even their children and grandchildren seldom care about their health and their lives. They just say hello when they meet. They just live a simple life and occasionally think about happy and unforgettable things when they were young.
I think I love them.
I respect grandpa, and I respect him from the bottom of my heart. When I was a child, I thought grandpa was a very capable person. He will conjure up all kinds of interesting things anytime and anywhere, such as bamboo dragonflies, dancing figures and wooden planes. His rough hands are amazing. Grandpa is very clever. When I was in primary school, whenever there was an asterisk after class, I would ask him and bring it to class to show off that my grandfather was a college student! Grandpa can also draw, but he draws cows or horses, so I often ask him to draw something else. He always smiles and says that he can only draw this. Grandpa will wrinkle up behind his eyes when he smiles, much like Grandpa Sun in the picture book.
I love grandma, too. I think she is kind. When I was in primary school, I lived in their house, and my grandmother was responsible for my lunch. At that time, I was picky about food, and few things could satisfy my appetite, just like eating crabs. Grandma buys it every day. When eating, she always carefully picks out the crab meat, dips it in vinegar and sends it to my mouth. I used to take it for granted, but now I think about it. Grandma is so nice. Grandma likes to gossip, and every little thing will be read out by her at length, so I will stick my tongue out at her while covering my ears. Grandma's smiling face is different from grandpa's. Grandma's smiling face is like a blooming flower, red and beautiful.
Sometimes I think of the days when I was with them. At that time, I was willful, but they always let me go. I think they love me just as I love them. Now the big house where my grandparents and I are alone is gone, and the place full of laughter and laughter has disappeared from this world. I want to spend more time in the broken bricks, but that's all.
It was grandma's birthday a few days ago. I feel that I haven't seen my grandparents for a long time, so I went to see them. Grandma's face has more wrinkles, grandpa's silver hair has more, and they are old, so I feel sad again. Grandma is busy in the kitchen, and grandpa and I sit together and watch TV. He smiled and said why not ask him a math problem. I also smiled and said that I could do it. He added, you have grown up.
Yes, I have grown up, and they are old. If I can exchange years, I really want to exchange time with them and go back to my childhood. They are all around me.
Later, I stood up and told my grandfather that I was going out for a while. After I came back, I held ten bright red carnations in my hand and gave them to my grandmother grandly. I said to her, happy birthday. Grandma took the flowers in surprise and smiled. Blooming as before, as beautiful as carnations. At that time, I asked myself, why not send it earlier?
Suddenly thought of grandparents, thought of a lot of things before. I feel uncomfortable, get up and write. I just wrote it in ordinary language, which I think is the most true. Although my mother doesn't like me like this, I still have to say ―― I love my grandfather and I love my grandmother.