No matter in study, work or life, many people have had the experience of writing compositions, and they are all familiar with compositions. Composition is a narrative method that expresses the meaning of a theme through words.

I believe that many people will find it difficult to write essays. Below is my grandmother’s essay that I carefully compiled. I hope it will be helpful to everyone.

Grandma's Composition 1 When the wind blows, there is my lingering concern; when the clouds rise, there is my faint longing.

The familiar fragrance of tea came to my face, like my grandmother's hand caressing my back in my memory, which suddenly aroused my deep longing for my grandmother.

Like a distant call, just out of reach.

That was the first time my grandma took me to the mountains to pick tea. It was an experience I will never forget.

Bypassing the quaint earthen houses, the greenery all over the mountains and fields suddenly squeezes into your eyes, bringing the freshness and fragrance unique to the mountains and fields.

After the new rain, the fertile land became especially soft and moist, and the emerald green leaves were hung with crystal water drops, which looked particularly dazzling under the action of light.

And I have long been intoxicated by the beautiful scenery of this mountain, jumping like a lively rabbit on the field ridge, and the mountain echoes with my silver bell-like laughter and my grandma’s warnings over and over again.

There were already tea workers working among the crisp tea trees, and grandma suddenly joined them.

At this moment, her hands seemed to have magic power, moving through the tea bushes.

Her movements are extremely elegant, touching, pinching, lifting and releasing, bringing beautiful visual enjoyment to people.

Her hands moved in circles in mid-air, and the whole movement was harmonious and graceful, like a carefully performed dance.

Unknowingly, her hands also carried a faint scent of tea, giving me the power of peace of mind.

After hard work, I returned home.

The familiar fragrance is dense in the mist of boiling water, drawing an arc of longing in front of your eyes.

When the cool tea enters the throat, it has an unprecedented sweet taste. Although there is a hint of bitterness, it is immediately replaced by the sweetness in the aftertaste.

Mysterious and distant stories are told in the lingering fragrance of tea, like the sweetness still remaining between the lips and teeth, which is intoxicating.

I looked at the tea in my hand. The tea was clear and transparent, glowing like crystal. The tea leaves slowly unfolded under the moisture of the water, like soft feathers, free and comfortable.

Just like grandma's clear eyes, clear and sincere.

"Didi..." The sound of a car horn suddenly came, interrupting my racing thoughts. My thoughts did not diminish, but became clearer.

There is an old man holding a tea cup on the roadside, and the unconcealable fragrance of tea overflows.

Closing my eyes, my grandma's face gradually became clearer... I gave my longing the name of Tea Rhyme.

This expresses my attachment and longing for my grandma.

The lingering care and longing linger in my heart like a strong tea charm, affectionate yet simple.

I gave my missing a good name, Cha Yun.

The tea smells long and I miss you deeply.

Grandma’s Composition 2 When I was a kid, I often went to my grandma’s house in the countryside for dinner!

Because it has a relatively common but rare taste of home.

When I was a child, I liked to eat vegetables, especially green vegetables, so my grandma often gave me different ways to eat them. The one that impressed me the most was the green vegetables with oil.

Many restaurants will also cook it like this. Boil the oil, take out the vegetables, blanch them, and then pour a layer of oil. The vegetables will be shiny and appetizing, and you can eat them no matter how full you are.

It's not like the green vegetables in restaurants, which have the smell of being fried in a big pot. It's also not like the green vegetables in the city, which have the smell of rapeseed oil.

Whenever there is a festival at home, my grandma will ask my uncle’s family to have dinner with us at home, and this is also the time.

We are quite happy because our family is reunited and the dishes on the table are all our favorites, including egg dumplings!

Green vegetables!

Cucumber or something!

, usually grandma is reluctant to spend money, but she will buy us big fish and meat to eat during every festival, and she cooks these things in big pots on her own fire stove.

I remember one time my mother teased me that I couldn’t eat any vegetables today, and there was even no wood left, so I couldn’t make a fire.

I was very anxious when I heard that, and ran to find my grandpa quickly. The fire was burning happily on the pit, and the sound of "Zilizili" kept coming from the pot. I knew that it was grandma putting the vegetables in the pot, and I couldn't help but feel more excited.

When I was happy, I kept throwing dry wood into the pit and throwing pieces of paper in from time to time. When I picked up the vegetables, my face was covered with black ash.

This is also the "unforgettable" memory Qingcai left for me.

This is the taste of home, the taste of grandma in the country. I haven't eaten such a dish for a long time.