1. Guidance on how to write about my grandma looking at pictures and writing essays

I heard that Xiaojia’s grandma is sick and cannot do housework and has to stay in bed. Xiaobing, Xiaogang and Xiaohong took the initiative to go to Xiaojia's house to help his grandma clean the room.

Although it was raining that day, they arrived at Xiaojia's house on time. Xiaobing cleaned the glass, and Xiaogang cleaned the table. They polished it so polished that people could be seen. Xiaohong and Xiaojia were sweeping the floor. They made the room spotless. Xiaojia's grandma looked at all this and said with a smile: "You are really good and sensible children!" Xiaobing, Xiaogang and Xiaohong said in unison: "Grandma, this is what we should do."

I gave my grandma red envelopes on New Year's Eve. The New Year's Eve dinner is the most anticipated moment for children, because the elders always give us lucky money. On New Year's Eve this year, I came up with a new idea. I want to give red envelopes to the person who has made the most contributions in our family. The person who deserves the most credit this year should be grandma. At the beginning of the year, my family moved to Xujia Lane. Every Saturday, when my parents were at work, my grandma would come all the way from the suburbs to take care of me, buy groceries, cook, and shoulder the burden of housework. She had the old problem of high blood pressure, but she never got over it.

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My grandma is sixty-two years old this year. She is not tall and her hair is as pale as silver. Her eyes are as slender as shuttles when she smiles, and the wrinkles on her forehead are like ridges and ditches, deeply carving her life and vicissitudes.

When I was six months old, my grandma took me back to my hometown in order not to interfere with my mother’s work. Grandma carries *** on her back every day, holds me to eat, and holds me to sleep. I went to school, and in order to give me enough nutrition, my grandma would buy meat for me to eat every day, and it would be accompanied by a lot of vegetables. I asked my grandma to eat it too, but she always said she didn't like meat, but the leftover meat would always be picked up by what my grandma called "the cat". In this way, my grandma spent my unforgettable and wonderful kindergarten time with me.

Grandma is a hard-working and simple person. Since grandma lives in the countryside, she is used to the hard work in the busy seasons in the countryside. Although it is the harvest season, the elderly grandma still has not been able to fight against the disease - grandma was sick and hospitalized this year, but she still thinks about the crops in the field, every meal, every day's dirty clothes... And every day He always talks about my name and doesn't worry about me. I am very sad that my grandma is sick, so I will accompany my parents to visit my grandma in my free time. When grandma sees me, she will be full of energy and her eyes will shine strangely; if I don’t see her when I visit her, she will become pale and nagging. endlessly. This is my dear and respectable grandma.

My grandma is very ordinary but she is great. I love my grandma 3. Write an essay about grandma

From the time I was born and happily came into this world, my grandma has been the person who loves me the most. That kind of love is like the endless water of the sea, the never-ending heat of the sun, and the meticulous care in my life. It is precisely because of this that I love my grandma very much.

When I was young, I often played with my grandma. When I was tired, I would throw myself into her arms, listen to her telling stories, and slowly fall asleep. At that time, I was an obedient and good boy. To this day, I still vaguely remember that when I was sick, my grandma anxiously carried me to the hospital to register; I taught her hometown nursery rhymes sentence by sentence, and then taught them to my grandma and grandpa, which made everyone happy; at night, grandma was sleepy, but I Persuading her to tell interesting things about her childhood... These scenes are always vivid in my mind and cannot be forgotten for a long time.

I remember one time it was my grandma’s birthday. I made an exquisite greeting card with my own hands and wanted to give it to her as a surprise. After I came back from school, as soon as I walked in the door, I yelled that I wanted to show her something good. Grandma held two dough-making hands and agreed in a loud voice. After squinting and tilting her head to hear what I said clearly, she smiled and He said, "Grandma is making noodles for us. Let's sit down and watch together after dinner!" When I heard this, it was like a ball deflated, and I had to watch the smiling grandma go into the kitchen and continue her work. . As soon as we finished eating, I hurriedly showed the gift I had prepared. Grandma knew it was a birthday gift for her. The wrinkles on her face were like open chrysanthemum petals. She smiled from ear to ear and kept saying, "My granddaughter." You gave me a birthday gift. My granddaughter knows how to honor grandma. My granddaughter has grown up, haha..." Looking at grandma's white hair on her temples and her satisfied smile, my worries in the afternoon were forgotten. The night was over, and my heart was filled with happiness and contentment.

Later, as I grew older and entered middle school, I suddenly felt that my grandma had become very nagging. Once after school, I came home in a bad mood with a test paper that I failed to pass. When grandma saw that I was unhappy, she asked with concern: "What's going on? Are you unhappy today? Why don't you talk? We have to have a good class at school. We must study hard now and don't be blind like grandma. Homework Have you finished writing? Go ahead and write. Grandma will cook for you. Whatever you want to eat, grandma will cook for you. I..." I couldn't bear it anymore and shouted: "Grandma, please I said it, I’m so annoyed!” After saying that, he picked up his schoolbag and ran into the room, closing the door hard. After a while, I heard a "pop" outside the door, as if something had been smashed.

When I opened the door, I saw a broken bowl on the ground. Grandma was cleaning it up and said to herself: "As we get older, we are no longer useful. We can no longer hold the bowl." Seeing that grandma was doing it for me Life keeps working hard, and I feel ashamed and remorseful for my emotions just now.

Now, I live in a city far away from my grandma. I haven’t seen her for a long time. I called her a few days ago and the conversation was full of her worried and caring words about me. Thinking of grandma's old face, I couldn't help but burst into tears... 4. Composition written by grandma

On my growth path, there is a kind and ordinary person behind me who supports me. She encourages me, helps me when I am in trouble, and comforts me when I am sad. That's my grandma.

My grandma is sixty years old, has a few strands of silver hair on her head, and is a little weak, so one of my wishes is to be a doctor. The reason why I want to be a doctor is because I want to make everyone Everyone is healthy. Grandma is helpful and considerate. But grandma is very meticulous about my homework!

The food cooked by my grandma is very delicious. When I come home from school every day, I smell the delicious food as soon as I walk to the door of my house.

Once, when I came home from school, my mouth smelled the delicious food as usual, and I thought: It smells so good! It must be grandma cooking again. So I hurried to the kitchen and asked grandma: Grandma, what are you eating today? Grandma said: "Today we have cabbage, steamed buns and meat. It will be ready in a while. You can go to the house and do some homework first. "Okay" I said.

After a while, the food was ready Okay, grandma brought the food and said to me: "It's time to eat, go and wash your hands!" "I said, OK." Then I went to wash my hands. After washing my hands, I went to eat. 5. How to write an essay about your favorite grandma?

If you ask me who my favorite person is, I will answer without hesitation that my favorite person is grandma. Because I was raised by her, she plays the role of mother, father and teacher in my life.

I live in a single-parent family, but because of my grandma’s care and nurturing, I don’t feel lonely or lost at all. Under my grandma's warm wings, I grew up happily and healthily.

In the morning, whenever I get up and go downstairs, I can see the different breakfasts arranged every week on the dining table; every time the seasons change, grandma has already added new ones for me. clothes; whenever there are any activities in the school, she always participates without leaving the ground; the school mobilizes parents to join the "volunteer" organization, and grandma actively signs up and works actively. After school, she picks me up and plays games or does physical exercises with me; on weekends, she accompanies me to the Children's Palace for training; on holidays, she accompanies me to visit parks, bookstores, and eat "Matador" and "Pizza Hut"...

Although grandma usually dotes on me, she is very strict with my studies. When I was in the lower grades, because I didn't study seriously and my grades were not ideal, my grandma always "hated that iron cannot become steel." When I entered the third grade, my grandma kept an eye on me even more closely. She would check every homework carefully. We discussed and studied some difficult problems with each other. Therefore, my academic performance has improved significantly this semester. I will continue to work hard and repay grandma with even better results.

"Whoever says nothing will be rewarded with three rays of spring." Grandma, I like you! Grandma, I will definitely honor you when I grow up! 6. How to write an essay praising grandma

Article 1: Grandma’s Hands On Sunday, I put on new clothes and played with the children.

When the uncles and aunts in the courtyard saw my new clothes, they all looked at them carefully and asked: "My name, which store did you buy this from?" "No, I didn't buy it. My grandma made it." I replied proudly.

"Oh, it's so beautiful!" Listening to this compliment, my grandma's old and dexterous hands would appear in front of my eyes. Grandma's hands are a bit square, and her fingers are slightly thick. There is a layer of yellow and hard callus at the base of her fingers. Her fingernails are so thick and hard that she can't even cut them with scissors.

The joints and veins on the neck of the hand and the back of the hand are protruding, and the skin on the hand is also wrinkled. But these hands are ruddy, powerful, and dexterous.

In the old society, grandma dug wild vegetables with her hands, swept the salt soil with her hands, and did various jobs for the landlords. When grandma was a child, there were floods in her hometown every year, so we didn’t receive much food every year. Sometimes we couldn’t open the pot for two or three days.

My grandma was only ten years old at the time. Every day she would lead her younger brother with a small basket to dig wild vegetables, such as bitter vegetables and spicy vegetables. She would dig a basket and take it home to cook wild vegetable porridge to satisfy her hunger. . When grandma grew up, her life became even harder. She often weaved cloth for the landlord's house in the winter when there was heavy snowfall and biting cold wind. Sometimes she could not see clearly inside the house, so she had to sit at the gate to weave.

She knitted and knitted from morning to night. If your hands are cold, just put them in your pocket to warm them for a while.

As I continued to knit, my hands were red and swollen from the cold, and there were cracks all over my hands. Grandma also often sweeps the salt soil, clarifies it and boils it into powdered table salt.

Every time, she cooked it most of the night and had to carry it to the market to sell it the next day. Grandma relies on these hard-working hands to maintain the life of the whole family.

In the new society, grandma no longer uses her hands to dig wild vegetables and sweep salt soil. Instead, she uses her hands to make flower rolls, steam rice, and make floral clothes. She buys groceries, cooks, and cleans the environment every day. With her hard-working hands, she keeps us fed, clothed, and ready to go to school cleanly.

Grandma also used her hands to plant flowers, raise rabbits, and beautify life. Grandma is over seventy years old, and her sweaters and woolen vests are all made with her deft hands.

When I was in kindergarten, I always pestered my grandma to sew a doll for me. One afternoon, we were sitting on the kang. Grandma picked up a piece of floral cloth and a large ball of cotton and started making it.

This is difficult to sew. If you are not careful, you will either sew the head into a square shape or sew the legs to the waist. But for grandma, it is not difficult at all. She sewed it up in a short time. , the stitches are very small, and the sewing is very detailed, leaving a small opening in the end, stuffed with cotton balls to make it bulging, and then let my sister draw eyebrows, eyes, and mouth. In less than an hour, a chubby, round, and cute little cloth The doll appeared in front of me. An essay praising grandma. An essay praising grandma.

I jumped off the kang and held the doll in my arms to show it to the children. Looking at me jumping up and down, grandma smiled happily.

(Christmas composition 400 words). 7. Composition about grandma

She is as rough as an old tree branch that has experienced many years. There are many spots on her dark hands, and the deep wrinkles are like a tree with cracked bark. Big tree.

This is my beloved grandma’s hand. I remember that before I was born, the tenth day of the summer solstice was the time when the banana leaves were in full bloom. The lush banana trees surrounded the entire countryside. No one was not soaked in the banana trees. In that fresh taste.

Before six o'clock, grandma used both hands to pick up several large baskets, like large pot lids. The handles of the baskets in her hometown were very prickly, but grandma continued as usual, not caring about her hands at all. blood on. She walked through the mountain roads and came to the dense banana forest. She put down the basket and nimbly climbed up the rough tree. She quickly picked off the banana leaves one after another, and then climbed down like a monkey climbing a tree. Grandma Her hands already had blood blisters, but she still picked up the banana leaves and wrapped up the yellow glutinous rice she had made at four in the morning. She was clever and handy. After a while, several large baskets were full, and she happily When I got home, I shouted: "The sun is shining! Get up and eat!" After saying that, my father rushed down with his schoolbag on his back. After eating, he quickly ran up the mountain.

After my father left, grandma ate up the remaining glutinous rice, put away the bowl, went to the dilapidated kitchen, picked up the piercing wire balls and started washing them. It turns out that my father grew up eating only the glutinous rice made by grandma.

There is also a narrow building on Xiaohe Composition Network, which was built by grandma herself. She moved many bricks from the county and had to walk 100 kilometers each way. Then, she picked up the red bricks, coated them with cement, smoothed the dirty cement with her hands, and laid the red bricks on them. Day after day, year after year, because of overwork, I got cataracts, and my hands started to have streaks when I was only 30 years old. Finally, a narrow flat building was built, and my father danced happily beside him: "Oh! We We have a house!"

Grandma said weakly: "Oh, boy, he will know it when he grows up." Grandma made many handicrafts and sold them. , earn money to support dad, and grandma’s hands allowed dad and grandpa to have a comfortable home.

Although her hands are not white, she uses them to create beautiful things that many people cannot do. 8. An essay about not letting grandparents sleep when I was a child

I typed it out myself. It is fresh and original. I hope you will adopt it~~ Mother (primary school version) "A loving mother has a thread in her hands, and a wanderer wears a coat."

Before leaving, I was afraid of returning later. "I have a mother who is not so beautiful in appearance, but she gave me life, motherly love, and everything. In my opinion, she gave me everything. Come, she is the most beautiful mother.

My mother is petite, with a pair of small, focused eyes on her face. Thin crow’s feet have appeared at the corners of her eyes without knowing it, and there are also a thin layer of calluses on her hands. But every time I see this ordinary mother, a warm current surges in my heart.

(The examples are written casually by me for reference only) I remember one summer night when I was seven years old, I was sick, the weather was hot, and I was sweating profusely. The cicadas outside kept shouting all night long, which was annoying.

I fell ill again. I had a splitting headache and felt so uncomfortable that I couldn’t sleep. Hey, this weather is really annoying! I complained, and suddenly there was a crisp bang on the door. I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to sleep.

Who comes to my room so late? I felt scared for a while, fearing that it was a bad person. I opened my eyes slightly, but saw a familiar figure: it was my mother! I felt relieved, closed my eyes, and went back to sleep. At this time, there was a pop, and I opened my eyes. Hey, my mother placed a water basin next to my bed.

I was a little confused, but I still closed my eyes. There was a chill on my forehead, and I almost sighed in comfort.

The pain in my head suddenly disappeared, and the heat also dissipated a lot.

I felt comfortable and fell asleep in a daze. I vaguely felt my mother touching me, which made my rapid breathing become even. I gradually felt at ease, as if my heart had found support and came to a peaceful harbor.

The next day, when I woke up, my mother was beside me. She looked at me with a smile and said softly: "My child, you are awake. Come on, take the medicine quickly." She picked up a glass of water, carefully put some cold water in it, took two more pills, and handed them to me.

I took the medicine and the water temperature was just right, neither hot nor cold. I drank it all in one gulp and felt a little sweet.

"I know you don't take powder, saying it's bitter. I went to buy capsules yesterday, so it won't be bitter now."

Mom said softly. She went to the kitchen again and brought a bowl of porridge and a few dishes of side dishes.

She scooped up a spoonful of porridge, put it to her mouth and blew it gently a few times. When it was brought to my mouth, it was already warm and I swallowed it easily. After finishing the porridge, I looked at my mother’s tired, bloodshot eyes, and my eyes felt sour.

Mom, you must have been by my side all night, watching over me all night long! Suddenly, I felt that there was a strong maternal love in this ordinary little thing! Sometimes, maternal love is only in the little things, which may seem ordinary to you, but as long as you savor them carefully, you will find the endless and touching brilliance of maternal love. Mom, you are my safe haven and the support of my warm heart.

Thinking of you, I also think of a poem by Bing Xin: Mother, when the storm comes in the sky, the birds hide in their nests; when the storm comes in my heart, I only hide in your nest. In arms. Thank you, mother, I will definitely study hard and repay your kindness in raising me in the future! {Look at me typing so many words, please adopt it} Father (Junior high school version, but it can also be used in the elementary school version) If maternal love is extremely great, then father’s love is severe.

Sometimes, father's love is only shown in small corners that you don't know about. Maybe you will complain about the severity of father's love, but if you think about it carefully, why is it not because he loves you that your father does this? I have been learning piano (ps: whatever you want here, violin, guitar, saxophone, flute, piccolo, dancing, Latin ballet, painting, sketch, gouache, Chinese painting, etc., you can just put it on yourself) for many years. Some people envy me for playing well and think I am very " "Awesome", whenever someone praises me, my father, my strict father, will appear in front of my eyes. At the same time, there will be a little bit of gratitude and warmth in my heart.

I remember when I was 5 years old, in order for me to master a special skill, my father sent me to a piano store to learn piano. I was very interested in the piano at first, but after only one year of learning, I started to feel that the more fun I played, the less interesting it became, so I gradually relaxed. I spent three days fishing and two days drying nets, occasionally playing a few notes randomly and getting a few rounds of applause. Satisfied, I thought that I could play and play randomly. Playing the piano was nothing more than that.

But just a few days after my "free" days, my father discovered my laxity. He began to supervise my daily piano practice. He would sit next to me every day and watch me seriously while practicing. His expression was almost the same as when I was at work.

I wasn’t afraid at first, but I still played lazily and didn’t cooperate at all. Just when I thought I had gotten away with it, a steel ruler hit my hand with a bang.

My little hands immediately turned red. When I saw them, I cried. Dad actually hit me! And beat him so hard! I cast a hostile look at him and lay stubbornly on the ground, unable to survive.

When my father saw it, he raised the steel ruler high. I was scared. I knew that if I didn't get up and play, I would get beaten. I had no choice but to get up by myself, sit on the chair, and play the piano seriously.

While talking, tears fell down and the music sheets were wet. I'm only 6 years old! Why does he have to be so harsh on me? Why be so cruel? At that time, I hated my father very much. I thought he was terrible. He didn't have the tenderness of my mother, and he didn't love me at all.

Once I relax, a steel ruler greets me. But soon, I turned seven.

The first time I performed on stage, I played one of the few pieces my father supervised me to play. The more I played, the more sore my eyes became. The impression of the steel ruler made me dare not relax, but I felt extremely nervous.

At this time, the music score fell to the ground. I was startled, my heart was pounding, and I looked down the stage. My father was looking at me with a smile.

That look was filled with pride and encouragement. That strong hand was making a "you are the best" gesture.

Somehow, even though I had only cried a few times when I was hit by a steel ruler, tears filled my eyes. I held back my tears, stopped caring about the music score, and started playing by reciting the music score seriously.

I suddenly discovered that I play very well, even without music scores, I can still play well! My eyes were sore again, because I knew that all of this was because of my father's usual harshness. My performance was a success and received a lot of applause.

I looked at my father in the audience, and all my previous hatred disappeared. I ran off the stage, hugged my father tightly, and said from the bottom of my heart for the first time: "Thank you, Dad. Love you! "Now I play the piano better and better every time. 9. Write an essay about my grandma

"My Grandma"

My grandma is nearly seventy years old and has silver hair all over her head.

Grandma is a kind old man. She always smiles and is kind to others.

I think the person who loves me most in the world is my grandma. She likes what I like and worries about what I worry about. The person who loves me the most in the world is my grandma. When I am sad, she loves me more than anyone else. ; The person who cares about me the most in the world is my grandma, who always worries about my food, clothing, housing, and transportation; the person who is most tolerant of me in the world is my grandma. No matter how willful I am, no matter how unreasonable I am, grandma will accept it as always...

Grandma, let me say to you affectionately here: "Grandma, I love you!"

Grandma, I know that every white hair on your head is for me. White. I remember last spring, due to the severe cold for days, I, who had always been weak, could not withstand the severe cold and caught a cold, fever and cough. It was extremely uncomfortable. But you suffer more than me, because you take care of me day and night, which makes you exhausted. That day, you accompanied me in the hospital for an intravenous drip. You leaned on the back of the chair and watched me injecting, and fell asleep unknowingly. I couldn't bear to wake you up because I knew you were too tired. Looking at the silver frost on your temples, I don’t know when tears have blurred my eyes.

Grandma, I know that every wrinkle on your face is because of me. I am not a very smart child, so you worry about my studies. He takes me to and from school every day; prepares delicious meals for me; tutors me with my homework in the evening; educates me to study hard and listen to the teacher... And sometimes I make you angry and make you frown.

Grandma, I know you are tired from doing housework every day, but you have never complained in front of me. You often tell me that this kind of work is nothing, but it is really tiring for young people to work outside! My child, if you want to work in the future, you must do your job seriously and responsibly, do what you do, and love what you do, because it is better to work hard than to blame others. Children, the same goes for studying. Work hard to lay a good foundation today, and you will be able to achieve results in the future.

Grandma, you are my umbrella to protect me from the wind and rain; you are the big tree that I can rely on; you are the warm harbor where I park...

Grandma, thank you for your love for me ! Grandma, I love you!