My grandma's composition 1 My parents go out to work and my grandparents take care of us. Although our family is poor, we are very happy.
My grandmother is very old. She loves me so much. She loves me very much. My grandmother has kind eyes and a kind heart. My grandmother is the best person in the world.
Grandma will buy me anything I want, but once, I wanted a computer and I really had no money at home. I have no choice. I don't want to be embarrassed in front of my classmates. I am a self-respecting person. I shouted, I don't care, I just want. Grandma can't help it. I really don't have that much money at home. Eating at home is only a few thousand dollars. Ask your father to send it home in two months.
I'm still lying in the hospital. What if something happens to grandma? I really regret that I wanted a computer and ran away from home. My grandmother loves me so much, but I do this to my grandmother. I slapped me hard. I went to the hospital to see my grandmother. I found that my grandmother is getting older and older, and I can't stay with me for too long. I should cherish the present. I want to be a sensible boy and not make grandma angry. My grandmother is in a coma, reading my name. Suddenly, my tears came out.
There is a beautiful town by the Yinma River. There are four red brick tile houses on the street near Heping Road in the town. This is my grandmother's house. Here, there are endless happy times between my grandmother and me.
Grandma is tall 1 m 58 and has a strong body. Although he is 68 years old this year, he looks much younger than his actual age, as if he were in his fifties. Under the gray hair are a pair of big eyes like black gems, and a pair of astigmatism glasses on the high bridge of the nose look very knowledgeable. Although she is not tall and has gained a little weight, she is unambiguous in her work. She does housework, removes weeds, sprays pesticides on fruit trees ... everything is like a model.
Grandma has no hobbies in her life, but she has a soft spot for flowers. The first thing she does when she gets up every morning is to see if those flowers need watering and fertilization. Flowers, pots and pans raised from grandma are very popular. Whenever guests come, they will praise grandma's flowers before leaving. Clivia raised by my grandmother is still outstanding. Clivia flowers bloom every summer. Whenever pedestrians pass by, they will ask whether the flower is true or not. If someone asks grandma about her flower cultivation skills, she will explain them without reservation, and her proud expression can't help showing. Grandma loves me very much. Give me anything delicious first, and share it with me. Although I am young, I also know that my grandmother is kind to me. And grandma are inseparable: grandma grows vegetables, and I also grow vegetables; Grandma weeding, I weeding; Even when grandma goes to the bathroom, I have to wait at the door.
Once, I was running after this chicken in the yard, and my grandmother told me to stop. How can I listen? As a result, the chicken flew over the wall, and grandma and I chased it out. I saw the chicken run into an alley. Grandma made a detour to keep the chicken in front and the chicken ran back. Seeing that I was here in the alley and cut off its back road, I had to give in easily. I ran home with it for fear that someone would take my trophy. Grandma was happy from ear to ear.
The most interesting thing is that grandma feeds me. I don't like eating, and I only let my grandmother eat a little every meal. Grandma knows that this meal is not enough when she grows up. When the meal is almost finished, grandma will say, grandson, do you think grandpa is back? As soon as I turned around, grandma added some rice to my bowl. When the rice was almost finished, grandma would say, look, Eric, it seems that grandpa really came back this time! As soon as I turned around, grandma added some rice to the bowl. In this way, my grandmother and I had a wonderful childhood in joy.
This is my grandmother, a kind and loving grandmother, and my forever good friend.
My grandmother's composition 3 in the second day of junior high school is bleak. She is wearing a needle and thread, and every thread is a beautiful wish woven with love. -inscription
As far as I can remember, she is neither tall nor thin, with a bloated figure, and her fair skin is occasionally exposed under red and black materials. Her lips are so thin and the color is like mulberries. I always thought she ate a lot of delicious food when she was young. Creativity also comes from the big wooden cabinet at home.
When I was a child, I loved crying rather than eating, and I looked like a black monkey. She, a thrifty old woman, doesn't go to the market or agency, but she can magically take out a cake or a sticky cube of sugar from the cupboard, which tastes sweet. I am like a little squirrel, holding and gnawing around her, showing a red round face and singing the children's songs she taught me: little frog, quack quack, swimming in the field, paddling in the water, killing pests when he sees them, what a good housekeeper of farmers ... She smiled at me, showing a warm love in her eyes and wiped it with her hands.
Gradually, when I was a child, I could no longer wear a skirt. I went to primary school, let go of her hand and plunged into the crowded crowd, and her call gradually disappeared. I just ran straight ahead and ran through the four seasons.
Gradually, gradually, I am tired of her triviality and nagging. I am like a lighted bomb, and she is black and blue all over. Later, she stopped confronting me like a deflated balloon. She just stood outside the door and watched me go to school every day until the crowd completely drowned me. She dragged her bloated body, moved inch by inch, supported the doorframe with her hands and crossed the threshold. In the evening, she brought a Xiao Mu stool and sat in the courtyard dam. She looked at the people coming and going, looking for my figure, with worries and expectations in her eyes.
I looked into her eyes, and her face was immediately full of smiles, propped up her thighs, got up slowly, leaned down again, picked up the wooden stool in one hand and waddled into the room. At that time, I often thought that she walked like a mother duck, and she walked like a duck.
Now, she talks less, the frost on her head is smeared one place after another, and her eyes become cloudy. God put me in her hard life and brought her hope. She tried her best to care for me, tolerate me and make me successful.
Grandma, you have to wait for me. When I go to college, find a job and earn money to enjoy my old age, you must wait for me. ...
My grandmother can't read, but she taught me to read.
My grandmother asked me the pronunciation of a word the other day. After reading it for a long time, I just can't understand it. I looked it up in the dictionary and finally found the pronunciation. Looking at grandma's smiling and kind face, I suddenly remembered the past ten years ago.
That year, my grandmother was 50 years old. She retired to take care of me at home for physical reasons. At that time, I was very happy. The sky was blue, the water was clear and the trees were green. I am also very simple, playing carefree every day.
Grandma went out to buy food that day, and when she came home, she suddenly saw her neighbor's children and mother buy books, which contained all kinds of fairy tales, picture books and picture books. The young mother opened the door and said to the children, "Good boy! Baby! Wait for your mother to read you a story at night and teach you to read! " Hearing this, the children let out a little light in their clear eyes and nodded yes.
Grandma is very confused. She didn't expect that with the progress of the times, 2 1 century paid more attention to children's education. Other children can read stories, and I don't even know big characters. She stayed up all night worrying about my future. Finally, she decided to teach herself. She thinks that although she doesn't know a few words, she always knows a few simple words, so she can always teach me, right?
When she bought books such as literacy cards and fairy tales, she turned them over and realized that she didn't understand them. She didn't want to. She can look up words that people say she can't, so she bought a dictionary. But how to look up pinyin in the dictionary is also learned! Her eyes fell on grandpa, who has a secondary school education, can read pinyin and look it up, so let grandpa teach her. Maybe people learn slowly when they are old, and it took two whole months to finally learn.
In my spare time, my family went to work, leaving only us. She reads, I study, and I can't find the dictionary. In the sun, two figures, an old man and a young man, set each other off.
That time, it was midsummer, and the heat was unbearable. There was a saying that was rare and complicated. Grandma looked through the dictionary for dozens of minutes just to find the pronunciation of that word. Soon, she sweated, wiped her sweat and continued to turn. When she found it, I fell asleep. In a daze, I saw the tears in grandma's eyes, crystal clear.
Occasionally, I found this dictionary at grandma's house. The dust was covered with skin, and when I opened it, it was full of crooked marks and circles. Recalling the past, tears blurred my vision.
I will always remember my grandmother teaching me to read.
My grandma's second grade composition 5 The grandma of the city people, we call grandma.
My grandmother is a very kind old woman. She is really an old woman. But I love her very much.
When I was a child, my parents went out to work and left me with my grandmother. I grew up with her.
She's fine, very good. Always give everything you have and give us the best.
I like to eat grandma's cooking, which is the taste of home. I didn't find this feeling when I went out at home before, but later I went to school outside. Every time, I think about the taste of her cooking.
My grandmother was very strict when I was a child. She can, and firewood bigger than her body can be easily carried on her shoulders. At that time, her steps were very steady and powerful.
She can do a lot of work every day She won't complain, and I am grateful to her. I never take everything he does for granted. I cherish her too.
Later, we all grew up. I'm no longer the child who cries when I can't find my grandmother. I also found that my wife is different from my grandmother when I was a child.
I have recently begun to find that her steps have become faltering and her movements are no longer fast. Her back began to bend and her hair became sparse. I am old this year.
My grandmother, she is old after all.
The vicissitudes of life left by the years on her, no, not only us. I really hope she won't get old.
I don't want to grow up either. I want to go back to my childhood. How happy I was at that time. Grandma was fine. She is still young, not an old woman. It always brings me a lot of happiness, makes me good food and gives me the best. How nice it was then.
Now grandma can still cook for me. Can also give me happiness. But I always feel that she is getting worse every day. I don't want this at all.
This person who exists like home is really my support, a harbor in my heart and a beacon in my life.
I began to be afraid, and I lost my dependence. The harbor in my heart is gone, and the lighthouse in my life is dark.
I really want to go back in time and go back to a very young age. Then dry the memories of my wife and me and come back to the present. Soak that memory in a cup of sweet tea, and it smells fragrant. It will never be lost again.
Grandma's second-day composition 6 The peach trees at home bear fruit again, but grandma can't help me pick peaches anymore!
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Spring has come, and the peach trees at home have grown new green leaves.
I don't know since when, my grandmother always stares at me. Whenever I find out, I always look at my grandmother doubtfully and ask, "Grandma, why are you staring at me all the time?" Afraid I'm leaving? "Grandma reluctantly look back, the problem away. Then she looked at the peach tree, and my eyes showed my puzzled eyes. "Peach trees have new leaves, which will bear fruit in a few months. Then grandma will pick your favorite peaches for you. "After listening, I left my doubts behind, hoping that time would pass quickly and I wouldn't ask any more questions.
Gradually, the peach trees are full of small and exquisite flowers in bud.
Later, I was sent to school. Grandma goes to a fixed place at the school gate early every day to wait for me. Every time I come out, I see grandma's expectant eyes and never leave me for a moment. When we walked home, grandma kept staring at me, and even several times, grandma didn't correct me when I went wrong. For this, I was angry with my grandmother. I'm even more confused ...
Soon, the peach blossom, a pink peach blossom! .
But grandma hasn't come to pick me up for a long time. She lay in bed listlessly all day, but when she saw me, my puzzled eyes would appear and I felt something in my heart. Finally, one day, I went into grandma's bedroom to find out. Grandma saw me, called me to her bedside, reached for me, and her eyes were full of disappointment. The room is so quiet that even a hair can be heard falling to the ground. I asked with concern, "What's the matter with you, Grandma? Why do you lie down all day? " Grandma still stared at me and replied softly, "grandma is fine, just a little tired." Peach trees are blooming and will bear fruit soon. Grandma will pick peaches for you to eat. " I looked at my grandmother and held her hand tightly: "Grandma, you can't lie to me. You must get better. " Grandma said softly, "Don't trust grandma? Then let's tick. "
All the peach trees have lost their flowers, and Momo is hanging on the tree. Grandma passed away. Peach blossom can grow again after falling, but grandma left me forever with an unfulfilled promise, and I have never seen grandma's eyes until now. This is my deep love and disappointment!
Standing in front of the peach tree, I shed tears. Because, I read grandma's eyes!
My grandmother is an ordinary rural woman in her seventies, with dry and dull hair, a gray cage, a dark red face, numerous wrinkles on her forehead and eyes, and a pair of dark and rough hands. Grandpa comes home late from work every day, and grandma takes care of the family with these dark and rough hands.
In the morning, grandma gets up early. First, she prepared breakfast for us, urged me to eat breakfast quickly, and then went to school. After breakfast and tidying up, grandma hurried to work. She and grandpa are all busy with the fields in our family. No matter how hot it is in summer, how cold it is in winter, no matter the wind and rain, no matter the sun, grandma is always busy from morning till night. I saw that she was working hard, so I advised her to say, "Grandma, you are working too hard, take a rest!" " Grandma always smiles and says, "Never mind, I'm not tired." I have personal experience of grandma's hard work. I remember once, when it was time to harvest wheat, my family was as busy as a bee. It happened that I sprained my foot and couldn't help my family. I feel very uncomfortable, but my grandmother said, "it's nothing to lose one person." I am used to working alone. Have a rest. " Hearing this, my heart is like knocking over a five-flavor bottle. Sweet, sour and spicy ... surged together. My throat is blocked by something and I can't say a word. Maybe from that moment on, I suddenly want to grow up quickly. If I grow up, I can do many things for my grandmother.
Grandma herself is not only hardworking, but also teaches me to be hardworking. "Remember, all bad things begin with not working." Under grandma's education, I learned a lot, such as cooking, making quilts, growing vegetables … I do everything I can, and sometimes grandma does it with me. When I was young, I often got rewards after work-a few words of praise and a warm hug. Now I have grown up and done more things, and my grandmother's praise and rewards are less, but I am still happy to help my grandmother because my mother is too hard.
Whenever grandma works hard, I see grandma's rough hands. That's how much they have done for me! Grandma took care of me day and night, which broke my heart. What kind of hands are they: a pair of hands that cook delicious food, a pair of hands that sew for me, a pair of hardworking hands, a pair of omnipotent hands ... Grandma works thoroughly and always complains that I don't work thoroughly. Whenever I make a mistake, she will get angry and quarrel with me. I just listened quietly. I think she is a good grandmother who works very hard and hard.
I have a grandmother who can be said to be rejuvenated.
Although she is 67 years old, her body is very strong. A little white hair gradually grew between her black hair. A pair of nearsighted glasses on her nose adds a lot of color to her. The more she looks at it, the more she smells like an intellectual. She has a kind smile on her rosy face. Although she is a little fat, in my opinion, she gained weight only after eating the pie of knowledge. As the saying goes, being fat is a blessing. So she has a healthy body.
This chubby grandmother cares about us. She usually prepares us and tips us. In this way, we added pens and snacks-both of which were accepted. For my younger brother, grandma is twice as tall for his healthy growth. Grandma consumed two bottles of "Amway eggs" and "calcium tablets", and he drank them happily. I love my grandma very much.
A kind grandmother, sometimes sunny, sometimes cloudy. She immediately became serious. That must be when my brother delayed his study because of his fun. At this time, he will unconsciously lower his head and his face will be red and hot. I still like sunny days. Grandma gave me sunny days. I often get her encouragement. So I have a soft spot for learning.
Grandma is like my inseparable good friend, telling everything.
I love my grandmother, a kind and considerate grandmother, a serious and often encouraging grandmother, and a good friend who will never fall behind in my heart-grandma.
I think my grandmother will be happy and healthy forever.
My grandmother's composition in the second day of junior high school is around us, and there are many happy families. In these homes, everything is always harmonious, full of warmth and enjoying family happiness. My family is no exception, my mother is a little cleaner, my father is a bookworm, my grandfather's mind is as broad as the sea, I am the pistachio at home, and my grandmother is the best.
My grandmother is not tall, with big eyes shining on her chubby face and a glib mouth under her modest nose. Although my grandmother is chubby, no one can match her in housework. Every day before dawn, grandma gets up to wash clothes and make breakfast for us. Sometimes these jobs are too busy for grandma to move, but grandma still insists on it.
I asked my grandmother, "Grandma, aren't you so tired every day?"
Grandma smiled and said to me, "As long as you are happy, I am not tired!" " "
"Oh!" I nodded, puzzled.
My grandmother is not only hardworking, but also very filial.
Grandma has been busier since she came to live in my house. Grandma can't move easily, can't walk, can't dress, and can't go to the toilet by herself. However, grandma's requirements are very high. When something goes wrong, she will skip meals and lose her temper. Grandma always tries to please her. When wearing clothes, help grandma straighten her clothes; When feeding, it is a small spoon and a small towel, which can always be dripping; Grandma insists on washing her hair and taking a bath every day in summer, saying it will make her sleep comfortably. When the sun is shining in winter, grandma also takes her outside to bask in the sun, saying it is calcium supplementation. Every night, grandma always watches TV with her and goes upstairs to sleep very late.
I remember one winter, in the middle of the night, my grandmother woke up with a bang and ran downstairs without clothes on. It turned out that my grandmother fell to the ground. Grandma just didn't wake everyone. She helped her grandmother up by herself, carefully asked her if she was hurt, put her to sleep, and then went upstairs with confidence. The next day, we heard grandma talk about it.
We all feel that grandma is very filial, and since then, my mother has taken the initiative to "should!" It should be! "clouds flush on the face, as beautiful as the sunset glow in the sky. ...
My grandma wrote 10 "grandma!" I let out a cry and ran to hug her tightly. Grandma smiled too, hugging me and whispering, "Oh, darling, here we are. Haven't come for a long time ... "
Grandma, my grandmother's hair is gray, and all the hair on the side of the road is gone, revealing a bare scalp. The bags under the eyes are drooping, as if I haven't slept for several days. The dark face, because of the traces left by the years, makes grandma look haggard and ugly. Grandma has three sons, but she seems to spend the most time on my second child, my father.
Grandma's means of transportation is a tricycle. Every night after closing the shop, she would ride a tricycle home. I slept with my grandmother for a few days when I lived in the country. Grandma told me to get on a tricycle, and she took me back, but because she thought she would be tired after riding, she kept saying, "No, I'll just go by myself." But my stubborn grandmother insisted on pulling me into the car and kept saying, "Go up, go up, the seat is not dirty, not dirty." Why don't I take a towel and wipe it? Well, as soon as the word "no" came out, grandma turned and walked into the shop. Looking at that short and chubby figure, I couldn't help sighing lightly. Not wanting to refuse grandma's kindness, I got on a tricycle. Along the way, grandma kept talking to me in rural dialect: "Chen Dong, how is your father recently?" "Well, all right." I answered my sister's unexpected question. Grandma went on to say, "Your father's career has been very smooth recently, and my sister is also happy for him. Alas, my sister is too old to help these sons. But as long as they are healthy and their careers are smooth, grandma will be relieved. "
I turned my head and saw only my grandmother's back, but I seemed to see a happy smile on her face. At that moment, I was really happy for my father and uncle, because they had a good mother who loved them the most, although she was not outstanding.
One day at noon, when I went to the kitchen to put my rice bowl, I saw my tearful grandmother. Turbid tears flow in the sunken wrinkles on the face. I heard my grandmother crying and saying to my mother, "I miss him too." If we sell that land now, we will lose a lot ... ""Well, you know his temper. After he gets drunk, just stay away from him. " Mother kept comforting. Dad again! It has been several times, because grandma took care of her out of kindness, but her father regarded her as meddling. Then the wronged grandmother complained to her mother. Alas, poor bear the wind! I sighed again. Grandma is always like this, thinking only of her beloved sons, but her tears are soon forgotten.
My grandmother's composition in Grade Two is 1 1. Who is the most capable in my family? I will proudly say, "Of course that's my grandmother!" " "
Although my grandmother is 72 years old this year, her hair has turned gray, her teeth have begun to loosen, and her hands are not as white and tender as her mother's, but her joints are prominent and her skin is rough and discounted, but these hands are really capable. Rough work and fine work can be done.
I have a beautiful sweater, which is the envy of everyone. This sweater really dressed me up as a handsome guy, and I looked proud in it. My grandmother knitted this by herself! I remember that autumn, the weather gradually cooled down. One day, I came home from school and saw my grandmother sitting on the sofa knitting a sweater. Grandma is knitting something, holding a shiny wool label in both hands, and a ball of white wool is whipped and kept rolling. I went up to see how fast my grandmother knitted, and she kept knitting. Pull the wire; Pick a needle and I will be dazzled. "Grandma, you are really capable! Can you teach me to knit a sweater? " I said. Grandma smiled and said, "OK, my grandson wants to learn, why not?" Grandma taught me by hand, and I was so stupid that I didn't listen to the hair sign in my hand and didn't learn a stitch. I have to give up. Grandma knitted it herself. She knitted it by flying. In a short time, this white line was completed. Grandma brought a ball of blue, yellow and green thread to knit. I was surprised and asked, "Grandma, do you knit so many kinds of wool?" Grandma said confidently, "Yes, the sweater woven like this is really beautiful!" " "In less than a week, a beautiful sweater was born in grandma's hand. Wow! This is a very beautiful sweater! White collar, colorful chest made of various colors of wool constitute a beautiful pattern. When I put it on, someone always asks, "Where did you buy this sweater? "I always proudly say," My grandmother knitted this, and I can't buy it! """Your grandmother is really capable!" People always praise it like this.
Grandma is really capable! She can also cook a good dish. Because her spicy tofu is good, I gave her a nickname "Li Mapo Tofu". Yesterday, I clamored for tofu again. I stayed in the kitchen to see what grandma did. After she lit the pot, she poured bright yellow oil, put a handful of ingredients into the pot, and the shovel in her right hand kept stirring. Wow, it smells good! Bang, a drop of oil touched grandma's hand, and grandma was not afraid. She squatted down with diced tofu, copied the pot with her left hand and the shovel with her right hand, and soon a bowl of delicious tofu was ready. It's sad to see grandma's hands blistered suddenly! Grandma's hands really don't know how much they have suffered.
My grandmother is really capable. I don't believe you can come to my house to meet her old man and see her capable hands.
My grandmother wrote 12 in the second day of junior high school. Someone said, "Friendship is the most beautiful thing in the world." I don't object, but I think all the good things in the world are family ties. Speaking of family ties. I thought of my grandmother again. She is thin and not tall. Half of her hair has turned white because of the weather. Look at her hands: dark, bony fingers, even scary, but her rough hands have done countless jobs. In my childhood memory, grandma and >; The protagonist's grandmother is very similar. She is kind, kind, intelligent, capable, loves life and is patient with everyone. With the broad mind of a saint. She lit up my young heart like a bright lamp. She often told me some folk stories that sympathized with the poor and praised justice and light. Although grandma didn't go to school for several years and didn't even know a few words, in my heart, she was extremely tall.
I remember when I was a child, my grandmother often looked at me, but I was often spoiled and disobedient because I was not sensible, but my grandmother always took pains to coax me and wouldn't let me cry. I also remembered that I often snuggled up in my grandmother's arms: I had forgotten some nursery rhymes when I heard them from her, but I couldn't forget the happiness of my childhood for a long time. She taught me to be kind and never look back.
Let's go to grandma's again. Simple as it is, it's neat and clean. These are all packed by grandma in her spare time. But when I get to grandma's house, I always move around blindly, and the house will soon be in a mess, but grandma never gets angry. Although she called me "little troublemaker", I knew she would always love me. She never says "no" to me. No matter how harsh my conditions are, she will always try her best to realize my wishes. Because I want to see tofu, so help me pick up bean dregs in snowy days; In my last episode, she was shivering with cold; In order for me not to freeze my hands on the kang, she braved the heavy snow to find dry wood; for me ......
Ah! My grandmother, everything you do is for me. I really love you from the bottom of my heart, and I love my hardworking and kind grandmother!
My grandma's second grade composition 13 My grandma has a lovely puppy. Today, we talk about my grandma's dog.
One day, my father and I went to my grandmother's house. As soon as I entered the door, my brother took my hand and ran to the backyard. He told me to open the door. I opened it strangely, ah! There is a lovely puppy in it! Its hair is yellow, which is really pleasing.
I asked my brother, "What's his name?"
"His name is Huang Huang." My brother told me.
"Let's play with the dog."
"Very good." After that, we ran out with the puppy.
At noon, my brother and I went home with the puppy. As soon as we entered the door, there was a big lunch on the table. I looked at the yellow puppy. It was drooling.
I washed my hands and went to eat.
I thought he was really greedy, so I threw him a big piece of meat bone. He immediately wagged his tail at me and picked it up. Run to the far corner and chew the bone with relish.
Yellow is really cute, I like it very much!