Grandpa has a very important task, which is to pick me up from school every day, but I can't stay at home. I always rip him off whenever I leave school. Grandpa is the first person to know my grades every time. When I do well in the exam, he always smiles and is happy. When he knew that I didn't do well in the exam, he said, "Grandpa, I'm hungry. Buy me something to eat. Grandpa, I don't have an exercise book ... I don't smoke, and my grandpa is standing next to me. Every time he sees me walk out of school, he always smiles and greets me. " Grandpa is always happy.
My grandfather is a famous "cheapskate", and he will also ask me in a reproachful tone if I am careless again. In this way, under the careful care of my grandfather every day, I grow up healthily like a happy bird.
Although grandpa retired, in my eyes, grandpa is very generous and doesn't drink.
2. Learn from Grandpa at the beginning and end of the composition, and give a good example. In the past three years, I have learned a lot from my grandfather.
He is the pine and cypress in my life, evergreen. -inscription in my memory, grandpa's shadow is like a starry sky covered by clouds, sometimes hidden and sometimes present.
Like a black and slippery loach, whenever I want to capture his information and never see his face clearly, I hide in the hazy dream river and don't know where it is. In fact, I have long known that unlimited imagination is not as good as limited memory, although the memory about him is so scarce.
Because I work in a different place, my father didn't trust my study and took me with him since I was a child. I'm still studying in the city, and I can only go back to my hometown once in the New Year. Because of this, my contact with my grandfather is very short, but every time I go back to my hometown, I can learn something from the peasant breath that smells like earth.
The year before last was the farthest year I can remember, but that year I remembered my grandfather's smile best. Hearing the sound of wheels coming from the woodshed, I immediately put on my shoes and ran downstairs. I saw grandpa pushing a bucket car out of the woodshed. I asked him, "Grandpa, where are you going?" He looked at me and said, "Rice milling! Come and help me carry these bags of grain into the car. "
"hmm." I nodded, and together with him, I carried two bags full of grain to the most common fighting car in the countryside.
"Milling rice" is really a new word for me, so I decided to go with my grandfather. Walking past the stone bridge, the river at the bottom of the bridge roared fiercely, and the noise drowned out the sound of the bucket car bumping on the uneven road.
"Grandpa, wasn't this bridge built only once last year?" "Well, when you are repairing the bridge, you can't cross the river from here. You can only cross the river by boat, which is quite troublesome. However, the people who built the bridge did a good job, but there were many people and cars every day, and now the stone bridges are deformed.
Alas ..... "Grandpa sighed. I listened to grandpa's words, looked up and saw his gray hair, looked at his bow figure, and felt a pang of sadness in my heart.
"Grandpa, I'll do it." "You are too young to push?" I immediately got under his arm between my grandfather and the bucket truck, holding the handlebar in my hand, and smiled and said to my surprised grandfather behind me, "Just let me come and have a rest."
..... Later, we finally came to the rice mill, and I was about to stop to have a rest when I heard my grandfather shout happily at the back: "Brother Zheng, rice milling, aha ..." I looked back in surprise and finally saw my grandfather's smile, which was so brilliant that my eyes narrowed into a crack. Smiling, holding a straw hat in his right hand, flapping again and again, the sun danced happily on his black and white hair, white cloth coat, black pants and brown skin. This is the most beautiful image of grandpa in my heart.
I thought it was my grandpa's pleasure to watch me grow up. Maybe there are other reasons why an old man guarding an old house can laugh. Grandpa is often the only one in the old house.
After my parents and I went to town, I left him with my sister. At first, my grandfather was willing to amuse the children, but gradually, my sister grew up and went to boarding school. He not only paid her tuition, but also had to endure loneliness alone. Later, things happened.
That is, last year, on the morning of the Spring Festival, the news of grandma's death spread. My grandmother didn't leave for no reason. One month before her death, she caught a cold and stayed in the hospital for nearly two weeks. I also visited her in the hospital with other family members.
Grandpa is the one who takes care of my grandmother the most. Because my grandmother is in hospital, she seldom goes home. When I went to the ward, he was busy wiping the old man's face and giving medicine. Rarely talk to us.
Later, for some reason, the old man simply moved back home for a week. Then, on the morning of the Spring Festival, the old man lay in bed, closing his eyes peacefully, as if he would never wake up. Grandma's funeral diluted the excitement of the Spring Festival. The lion dance team patrolling the streets for the New Year didn't come to my house. The red firecrackers on the wall didn't light. Grandpa took them off with scissors himself. The old house is like shaking in a red and white world. Grandpa doesn't know whether to tear off the keeper posted by Lian Gang and hang up the white cloth list.
We must arrange the ceremony before the funeral in the old tile house. The whole family knelt in front of grandma's memorial tablet, the children who were not sensible sat and played, some uncles and aunts burst into tears, and only grandpa was silent. Surprisingly, his eyes are so deep. Is it bottomless sadness or another impulse? Facing the senior high school entrance examination this year, I was afraid I couldn't spare time in my busy study, so I told my grandfather about it on the phone and said I couldn't accompany him for the New Year. At the other end of the phone, it was the silence of the old man, during which I couldn't figure out the mood of the old man.
Finally, he said, "study hard." This sentence deeply shocked me: can you learn the nobility of the elderly in the sea of books? Struggle in poverty, bear in sadness and bear in loneliness. No one has ever taught me such an important truth except my dear grandpa! I recall the things I got along with my grandfather: harvesting in the fields, watering vegetables, driving ducks, eating bananas he planted, hanging clothes on the roof to dry radishes, and he would buy me a bottle of coke on holidays ... In the past three years, I learned a lot from my grandfather.
He is the pine and cypress in my life, evergreen. So, I put away the network cable in the desperate search, no longer fantasized, and returned to my heart. Although I can't say it is vast, my memory clearly shows me that my grandfather is no stranger.
Write my grandpa's composition in 400 words (the beginning and end should be wonderful). My grandfather is in his seventies, of medium build, with a straight back, wrinkled forehead and gentle eyes.
My grandfather is very frugal. One day, my grandfather and I were at home. I just feel stuffy in the room, my face is sweating a lot, and my throat and eyes are burning and thirsty. The water in the cup seems too hot to drink. I think it's good to eat a bean paste popsicle now! I went to ask my grandfather for money, and he gave me two dollars very readily. I went downstairs and bought two oasis bean paste popsicles. I finished mine before I went upstairs. Good thirst quenching! I came in and handed grandpa a popsicle. Grandpa said, "You eat, grandpa is not hot. Just have some tea and you can eat it. " I said, "Grandpa, obviously you can't stand the heat. Eat, it's so cool. " Grandpa smiled and said, "You eat. I don't like it. " I don't believe it. Grandpa doesn't like eating popsicles in such hot weather. I said, "Do you want to buy another one?" Can you give me another dollar? "Grandpa said," I won't eat. One dollar each. You eat. " I took the popsicle and whispered, "It's only a dollar, so stingy! "Grandpa smiled and said," A dollar is money! " But think about it, I asked my grandfather for money to buy school supplies, and grandpa never said no!
My grandfather is a lovely person. One day, some friends came to my house to play, and grandpa cooked dinner for us. After dinner, grandpa played hide-and-seek with us. Grandpa always hides in the corner. Whenever we appear, he makes faces to scare us. When we played "123 wooden head", grandpa stayed there like a wooden head, which made us laugh. When playing police to catch thieves, grandpa pretended to be a drunk policeman and stumbled, making everyone laugh. Isn't my grandfather cute?
My grandfather is a kind man. One morning, I overslept and my grandfather took me to school. There is an uncle sitting on the ground with a smile on his face. Grandpa asked, "What's the matter with you?" Uncle said, "I twisted my foot." Grandpa dragged his uncle's foot, looked at it and was silent for a while. I leaned close to grandpa's ear and said, "I'm going to be late for school." Grandpa said, "Rare, go to school by yourself." This time, I was very angry. Grandpa left me for an irrelevant person and let me go to school by myself, which was criticized by the teacher. I was so angry that I could not speak, so I walked to school alone.
In the evening, I came home, and grandpa happened to be at home. I entered the room without looking up. Grandpa came in with a meal in his hand and said, "Rare, I took that uncle to the hospital. It doesn't matter. Don't be angry with grandpa, grandpa is not good, ah! Eat quickly. " I turned around and saw my grandpa's smiling face. I laughed so hard that tears welled up in my eyes.
This is my grandfather, a thrifty, lovely and kind old man. Do you like it?
My grandpa's composition begins with a 600-word parallelism sentence.
My grandfather has a pair of big eyes, a high nose and silvery white hair. He looks very energetic. He always wears old clothes that have been washed white, which is a bit shabby.
Grandpa retired six months ago. Everyone thinks grandpa can enjoy his retirement, but he wants to find another job. Neither mom nor dad agreed. Dad said to grandpa, "Dad, you are old and in poor health. You'd better rest at home. " Grandpa said, "I can't do anything else." I have been working in the Grain Management Institute, and at least I can open a feed shop. " Dad said, "Dad, why do you want to open a feed shop? Hard work and no money. If the money is not enough, the four of us can give it to you. " Grandpa said, "I've worked all my life and I'm used to it. If I have nothing to do, I will be idle. "
At grandpa's insistence, dad reluctantly agreed. Soon, the feed shop opened.
Once, my parents and I went back to my hometown to visit my grandparents. I saw grandpa bending over and struggling to carry three or four packs of feed on a tricycle, and then got on the bus to help people deliver feed. Dad said, "Alas, Dad, you are so tired. Why bother? " Grandpa said airily, "Nothing, I'm not tired." I rushed over and said, "Grandpa, I want to go, too." He smiled and said, "Well, come on, come on up." I got on the bus and watched grandpa hunch his back and stomp around on the tricycle with his feet. I don't know what that feels like. After a while, the car went up the slope of the bridge. The bridge is high and steep. Grandpa couldn't step on it hard, so he had to come down and push it. I also jumped out of the car to help grandpa push. Grandpa and I tried our best to push the car onto the bridge. I saw big beads of sweat running down grandpa's cheek. I quickly said, "Grandpa, have a rest." He said, "No, if we have a rest, when can we deliver it?" I think grandpa's spirit of not being afraid of fatigue and suffering is really worth learning. In the evening, I said to my grandfather, "why don't you rest at home?" Still going to work? " He said seriously, "There is nothing wrong with doing more work. I can not only earn more money, but also exercise. " I said, "Don't you still have a pension? Besides, we can support you and grandma. " Grandpa said, "We don't need your money. We must fight for it ourselves. Besides, labor is also exercise. "
When I got home, I said to my father, "Grandpa is really hard." Dad said: "Grandpa didn't read as many books as we did in his life, and his cultural level was not as high as ours, but the spirit of being willing to endure hardships can never be compared with us."
5. Write something at the beginning of the composition (Grandpa cares about me, but Grandpa is gone). My grandfather was born in 1950.
Because of this, he has a beautiful tradition of the Chinese nation. For example, hardworking, thrifty and diligent ... Grandpa has an oval face with bright eyes.
It is awe-inspiring and gives people a feeling that authority is inviolable. It is true that he works hard.
Every day after work, he always cleans up the sundries left by his mother in the basement. Neighbors' aunts and uncles all praised grandpa for his diligence. Grandpa always smiles shyly at this time, and his duty building is always spotless, which makes everyone passing by amazed.
It is true that he works hard. Grandpa is always busy for his children.
Once, my mother asked my grandfather to send a bag of noodles because she didn't want to cook, but the weather was cloudy and it was raining cats and dogs outside. My mother was about to tell my grandfather not to come, when the doorbell rang and my grandfather was soaked to the skin and said, "Let's eat while it's hot!" " We are not only deeply moved. Grandpa came here soon by bike so that we could have hot food.
It is more true that he is frugal. Several clothes are changed all the year round, and he never offered to wear new clothes. He always wears them after his mother buys them. He wears them for months.
Because of this, I have always admired my grandfather. My grandfather's merits are like countless stars in the sky. I want to learn from my grandfather and become a useful person to my country when I grow up. Today, I called my grandpa again. I heard that my grandfather is sick and a little dizzy now, he said.
"Look at the opposite building. They seem to be turning. " When he can't keep his balance, he holds my brother's arm tightly and leans against him.
Just like when he grabbed grandpa's hand and came home at dusk. Still two people, but the world is different.
The little man in those days has now become a big man. A good man in those days has now become an old man.
Grandpa's arms are very long, which makes his body very small. Perhaps, he was a strong man in those days, but today, he has become an old man, as a grandfather.
He can't travel as he did when he was young. Because he is old, and because he has something on his mind.
Grandpa has become gentle. A few years ago, he was hot-tempered, like to drink hard liquor and hookah, and his eyebrows were full of strength.
Before, he would tell me about war stories. "Suddenly, with a loud noise, the soldiers broke into the house."
At that time, my grandfather was a big man in my eyes, with a pair of big palms waving wildly in the air. A few years later, he just likes to hold my hand and tell me about culture and customs.
My brother told him to play basketball, and he immediately replied, "People in Zhongshan like playing basketball best, while those in Xiaolan, old and tender, like to shoot with rackets. People in several places in Guangdong like to play all kinds of balls.
One is Zhongshan Xiaolan's basketball, the other is Meixian's football, and our Taishan volleyball. It's good to exercise by playing basketball! "Later, this passage he said three times.
Grandpa has really changed. He is no longer irritable, or rather, no one makes him irritable.
The immigrants in our family must have made grandpa secretly wipe his tears. We have lived together for so many years, how can we let go of this relationship? Grandpa must still be thinking about our naughty and seeing us again.
But we may never meet again. Grandpa's health is getting worse and worse, which is worrying.
We have just come out of America and don't have enough economic ability to return home. Grandpa stays in the house alone every day, gets up early every day, walks to the bathroom and passes by our room. It must be sad to see no one inside, right? Get up alone every day, eat alone, sleep alone ... no more excitement.
We will no longer hear the sound of getting up for school in the morning, we will no longer see us fighting for food at dinner, we will no longer have the atmosphere of fighting for TV channels at night, and no one will say "good night" ... Our figure seems to be still there, but where are we? Grandpa sometimes sits in a chair in a daze. He is looking at the memories of his grandchildren. Those lovely faces have disappeared.
Perhaps, we made people angry from the beginning, making people feel "if only we were not here." However, when we are really absent, grandpa, or rather, our hearts are like fallen leaves, without any support.
Think of the traces of the past, really close to tears. Standing in a house in the country, he only felt that the house was strange.
Every post and every lamp is the same as before. However, people at that time were gone.
Sometimes when he goes to a place, he thinks, "At that time, they played poker here." At that time, I was playing with stones here. "
..... If we were still here, what would they be doing? I don't want grandpa and all my relatives to get old. How I wish they could stay with me all the time and be happy together.
However, the years are ruthless, and I can't keep a grain of sand in my hand. There are some things we have to face.
Even with tears in my eyes, I will go through these roads. My eyes are a little blurred.
The world before us seems to be changing all the time. Same air, different time.
If I can go back to the past, I will stay with my grandfather. I will not leave him alone. I will not leave him alone.
Will not be unfilial to grandpa.
But can time go back? Now, I can only wait for the time to return home and spend more time with my grandfather! Is time really not good? I have an admirer, an old man. Although I have only met him, I have been moved by his behavior of caring for the environment. I remember it happened in a summer.
It's very hot. It's time to eat popsicles. My mother gave me more than ten yuan to buy popsicles with my little cousin in Guangzhou. I reluctantly took my little cousin's hand and went downstairs to the cold drink shop with the money. My little cousin and I each chose a popsicle.
I took the popsicle from the clerk and handed it to my cousin. Peel off another piece of popsicle paper and throw it on the ground.
At this time, a white-haired grandfather came over and only heard him kindly say to me, "Little friend, you can't throw popsicle paper around." For the sake of hygiene, it should be thrown into the dustbin to protect the environment. Everyone has a responsibility. " I thought to myself: it's just a small piece of paper, what's the fuss! But I feel embarrassed because.
6. The composition of the honorable grandfather begins and ends:
I have a big warm family. In this happy big family, I like my grandfather very much. In my childhood, he spent most of his time with me. He cares about me very much, loves me very much, and has taught me a lot. The person I respect most is my helpful grandfather. Because his spirit taught me a lesson, on the one hand, let me know the truth of being a man and doing things, on the other hand, let my little heart sow the seeds of helping others. Therefore, I deeply admire and learn from my grandfather's example.
Ending:
I don't know how many times this has happened to grandpa since I was sensible. With the growth of age, grandpa's respectable image is getting higher and higher every day. Oh! Dear grandpa, your selfless spirit will never go away in my heart. Although his face is getting older day by day, in my heart, grandpa is never old, because I grow up day by day, and I can see his shadow from me, and I am the continuation of his life.
Hope to adopt, thank you! ~