1. Write an essay about grandma (about 400 words)

When I close my eyes, I can clearly see my grandma’s appearance: grandma’s hair is curly, So soft, every time when grandma takes care of me, her hair is wet with sweat, and I can only see the sweat dripping down. Grandma has double eyelids and brown eyes, and she always looks at me so tenderly. Grandma has a high nose bridge, a round face, her eyes narrow into slits when she smiles, and a pair of clever ears.

I remember one time, I bought a meat floss bread at BreadTalk. When I ate it, wow, it was so delicious! No, grandma’s clever ears heard it. Grandma said: "Is it delicious? How delicious is it?" I then added: "The most delicious in the world!" Before I finished, Grandma immediately said: "Do you want to buy one? From now on, I will come here to buy you one every day!" At this point, I felt my grandma's selfless love for me. After returning to my grandparents' house, I thought to myself: I can't eat any more meat floss bread. Unexpectedly, at this moment, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and found my grandma. She was soaked all over. She took out one from the bag. Pork floss bread, panting and saying: "I brought you meat floss bread." I was stunned for a moment, and after a while, I came back to my senses and said, "Grandma, you came all the way from Are you here just to deliver meat floss bread? Aren't you tired? "Grandma said, "I'm not tired just to deliver meat floss bread to you. And I promised you that I will deliver meat floss bread to you every day!" Having said this, my grandma and I hugged each other tightly. When I was eating meat floss bread, I could feel my grandma’s deep love for me with every bite I took.

How deeply my grandma loves me. For me, grandma will satisfy my requirements at all costs!

2. There is one thing that runs through the 800-word essay about my grandmother.

My grandmother has a nickname, called "The Big Sloth." However, I always add the word "super" when I call her. An incident that happened in the past few days confirmed my grandma's nickname of "super slacker". If you don’t believe it, look.

Yesterday, I joined Chuangwang with great interest. Due to my extreme excitement, I published a poem that evening. I read it several times, and, well, it was pretty good. My excitement and joy made me feel good about myself. So, I sat in front of the computer and admired it, and shouted: "Grandma, Grandma, I wrote a poem. It's really good. Come and have a look!" However, I called this several times without seeing any response from my grandmother. Alas, I had no choice but to invite grandma in person. As soon as I walked into the living room, I saw my grandma: lying comfortably on the sofa, half-squinting her eyes, and said to me: "What's wrong?" I quickly replied: "I wrote a poem, you come with me Go and have a look, I think I'm good at writing, come on!" "No, no, I still want to watch the show!" Grandma replied. I argued with my grandma again, but she just refused to go. Well, now I can only use my trick: "Threat Technique".

"Grandma, if you don't go, I will delete the article."

"It's okay. At worst, you can rewrite it, not me."

"I won't rewrite, what can you do to me?"

"What does it have to do with me if you don't rewrite?"

"It's none of your business!"

After several "bombings" on my part, I finally agreed to my request, but the premise was that after reading it, I had to let her play with the computer. Wow, grandma is really scheming! Moreover, he is still a "super lazy person"! You say, right?

3. Composition about grandma

I haven’t been to grandma’s house for a long time, and I don’t know why. I always have a strange feeling in my heart, and I have to go and see grandma. Composition about grandma 500 Character.

On Saturday, I went to see my grandma. She still has a kind face and a kind smile. She looks much older, but she is still very energetic in her bones. If you meet her, you will know.

I like to look into my grandma’s eyes quietly, as if there is something I can’t see through. Grandma once asked me: Why are you looking at me like this? Because I like to look into my grandma’s eyes. My answer shocked grandma, but she didn't ask me more, but smiled at me. I wonder if grandma understood my intention and didn’t ask. Maybe so. Grandma is a retired teacher after all. Want to hear my story? Grandma is like a god and can guess my thoughts, so I have no secrets in front of her. I listened to my grandmother’s words very seriously: That happened when I was young, but I still can’t forget it. Your grandpa was a handsome young man at the time...

Mom, she is still young, how can you tell her your and dad's love story? Mom said angrily, but grandma still kept smiling and said to her mother: Alas, what do you know? Your daughter doesn’t understand me yet. Mom was silent, as if what grandma said was true. Just kidding! Grandma was so funny, my mother and I even had stomachaches from laughing. We spent the happiest moments amidst laughter and laughter.

I got home, but I still miss my grandma, because there are endless interesting stories about her. That night, I dreamed that my grandma and I were telling stories together in the afterglow of the sunset

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4. An essay about grandma

As soon as grandma saw me, she held up the book in her hand and said excitedly: "I finally bought it." I hurriedly helped grandma back to bed. I found out that my grandma had a heatstroke, and my tears suddenly became wet. I hugged my grandma and said to her: "Thank you, grandma!" I later learned that because I spoke late, most of the books in the bookstore had been bought. After all, grandma went to four or five bookstores to buy it. I suddenly felt that the book in my hand became so heavy...

Growing up, I spent the most time with my grandma, so my grandma also gave me the most love.

In life, my grandma took good care of me. Every day, my grandma is always the first to get up. No matter whether it’s windy or rainy, as soon as she brushes her teeth and washes her face, she goes to the gate of the community to buy breakfast for me. Sometimes, in order to let me eat better, grandma has to bear the burden. Under the scorching sun, I ran to the market and queued for three-quarters of an hour to buy Xiaolong. Grandma not only took care of me meticulously in life, but also cared about me very much in my studies.

During the summer vacation, the sun was scorching the earth, and the cicadas on the tree probably disliked the hot weather and were screaming desperately. When we returned to school, the math teacher Liang asked us to buy "Daily Refinement" and do it at the beginning of school. But as soon as I got home, I forgot what the teacher said. I didn’t think of the teacher’s words until I was unpacking my schoolbag the day before school started. Now it's bad, my parents are at work, my grandma is sick again, and I don't know the way. I am really a dumb person eating yellow lotus - I can't express my suffering! Just when I was worried about this matter, my grandma came over and said to me: "Haohao, what happened?" "I forgot to buy "Daily Refinement"?" "Let me buy a book, learning is the most important thing. "No!" I said firmly, "Grandma, you're sick, it's not too late to wait until your parents come back to buy it." "No, the bookstore will be closed when your parents get off work, so be obedient." I'll be back soon." After saying that, grandma gave me a few copies of "The King of Composition" and left.

Time flies so fast! Three hours later, but grandma hasn't come back yet. Another half hour later, the doorbell rang, and grandma came back. I hurriedly ran to open the door and saw my grandma's face was red and she was breathing heavily. Her clothes were soaked with sweat, and the sweat on her cheeks was still flowing down. As soon as grandma saw me, she held up the book in her hand and said excitedly: "I finally bought it." I hurriedly helped grandma back to bed, and then I realized that grandma had suffered from heatstroke. My tears suddenly became wet. I hugged grandma and Said to her: "Thank you, Grandma!" I later learned that because I spoke late, the bookstore had almost finished buying the book, and Grandma had to go to four or five bookstores to buy it.

I suddenly felt that the book in my hand became so heavy...

I will always remember the love my grandma gave me, grandma, I love you!

Grandma has white hair, small eyes, white teeth, and a big mouth. She looks very kind and approachable. When I was first born, I only weighed three pounds, and my neighbors said it was difficult for me to live. At night, mom and dad were always "in tears." When grandma found out, she persuaded her mother, "Let me raise Luo Ding!" Mom and dad nodded in agreement. From then on, I lived with my grandma...

One day I was sorting things out and found a broken photo in the drawer with a lot of dust on it. I wiped off the dust with a towel, and the appearance of an old man immediately came into my eyes. That was my grandmother. Grandma has been dead for twelve years. As time goes by, I have almost forgotten her.

Grandma has white hair, small eyes, white teeth, and a big mouth. She looks very kind and approachable. When I was first born, I only weighed three pounds, and my neighbors said it was difficult for me to live. At night, mom and dad were always "in tears." When grandma found out, she persuaded her mother, "Let me raise Luo Ding!" Mom and dad nodded in agreement. From then on, I lived with my grandmother.

In order to feed me, my grandma ran around every day and bought nutritious things for me to eat. Her hard work brought about my growth. Day after day, year after year, I have slowly begun to grow up, and slowly begun to understand my grandmother's fatigue. When I grew up, my grandmother took me to a primary school. For me, school was a huge cage that would never see the light of day, but I was like a caged bird, struggling hard in the cage. , for me who was young and ignorant, how much I didn’t want to go to school, how much I didn’t want to go to that terrible “big cage”, it was my grandmother’s earnest teachings that made me like school.

What impressed me most was a day when it was pouring with rain. I was waiting for my grandma to pick me up at the door of the class. I felt very bored while waiting. So, they made a bet with others: "Whoever's relatives come first will get twenty wedding candies!" Everyone was "high-spirited." At this moment, a slightly tired figure came into view. ah! Grandma is here to pick me up! I proudly said to them: "Don't forget to bring wedding candy tomorrow!" Then I jumped up and followed my grandma. On the way, I felt the raindrops hitting my face and hands. I felt so uncomfortable! Looking at grandma again, almost half of her body was outside the umbrella. At that time, I said to my grandma: "Grandma, aren't you afraid of the rain falling on you?" Grandma said in the tone of a child: "Grandma's body is made of iron, how can I be afraid of these little raindrops?" I was not afraid at that time. I don’t understand what grandma means. Now, I finally understand, ah! Grandma’s love is an umbrella that protects you from the rain, and grandma’s love is a coat that protects you from the wind!

As I thought about it, tears flowed down involuntarily. How I wished my grandma could come back to me. Grandma, you will always be in my heart!

5. An essay describing my grandma

An essay describing a character: My grandma

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This composition about grandma is very unique. The author captured the characteristics of grandma's appearance - curved waist, curved legs, eyebrows, The eyes and corners of the mouth are curved, which vividly depicts grandma's kind and hard-working personality, which leaves a very deep impression on people. How to write about a person's personality and how to capture the most typical characteristics of the character is the most difficult problem to solve when writing about people, and it is also where writing skills are best seen.

To write about the character's personality, I think there are two most important things: first, you must be familiar with the character. Close your eyes and you must see the character's voice and smile. When talking about the character's story, you must be able to tell them all in detail. , Only in this way can we have the basis for writing. Second, we must be good at summarizing the character's personality. It's not enough to be familiar with the character, you also need to be able to vividly summarize the character's personality. The personalities of characters are rich, but there are always one or two points that stand out the most. Grasping these two points and highlighting them in writing often leaves a deep impression on people, and it is easy to write out vivid details. On the contrary, if you write about everything, you will often end up writing without any characteristics.

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Sometimes the moon in the sky is curved, sometimes it is round, but my grandma is always curved. . Grandma’s waist and legs are curved. When she looks at me, her eyebrows, eyes and corners of her mouth are curved, and her smile flows out along a curved wrinkle.

My grandma is the busiest. Her hands are always busy, washing and rinsing from morning to night, and her waist is even bent from exhaustion. Her mouth is never idle. She talks and nags from morning till night, regardless of whether others listen or not. Only in the evening, when there is a TV series on, can grandma sit down quietly, straighten her bent waist as much as possible, and make her crooked eyes round. But after a while, her straight waist bent deeply again, her round eyes gradually narrowed, and a loud snoring sound came from the corners of her curved mouth.

Grandma wants to take care of everything for me, including eating, dressing, sleeping and walking. In her eyes, I never seem to grow up. I was determined to "create" a "rebellion" against my grandma. One Sunday morning, while my grandma was going to the bathroom, I put on all my clothes. When my grandma walked into the house shouting, "Wake up, wake up!", I was surprised. I rubbed my crooked eyes and mouth. He murmured, "Zhixi has grown up, he has really grown up."

One day when I went to school, the sky was overcast, and my grandma insisted that I bring an umbrella. But I thought the umbrella was in the way, so I didn’t take it with me. Grandma was very angry and kept nagging: "If you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer a lot." She also said, "It's raining, I won't not pick you up!" I thought to myself: It would be better if you didn't go. After school, it rained heavily. I watched my classmates being picked up by their parents one by one. I felt very anxious. I regretted not listening to my grandma and making her angry. I thought grandma would definitely not come to pick me up.

Just when I was anxious and at a loss, I saw a familiar figure through the rain curtain - grandma. I saw her holding a blue umbrella and walking with difficulty in the rain. I hurriedly ran over and got closer, only to find that since I couldn't hold the crutches while holding an umbrella, my grandma's waist was even more bent, and every step she took was very laborious. She tried her best to cover me with the umbrella, letting the rain flow down her gray hair and curved wrinkles. For the first time, I felt that my crooked grandma was so worthy of respect and love.

My grandma is over seventy years old, and her waist is becoming more and more curved. Mom and dad tried many ways to cure her waist, but to no avail. Now that we are all far away from my grandma, I really miss her. I want to hear her nagging again, and I want to see her curved waist, curved legs, curved wrinkles and curved eyebrows again.

I have long made up my mind to study scientific and cultural knowledge well, and when I grow up, I will invent a special method to cure bending (I hope all the grandmas in the world will straighten their backs, be light and healthy, and rejuvenate their youth) .

6. Write a 300-word essay about grandma or grandma

To celebrate grandma’s birthday. After school on Friday afternoon, my mother and I walked out of the crowd in a hurry. Dad should 5 You came back at 0 o'clock, and you came back at 4 o'clock today. What's going on? It turns out that today is grandma’s birthday.

My mother said: "I want to buy a bouquet of flowers for grandma." My father and I said: "Okay!" Then, we went to the flower shop. The flower shop had many flowers, carnations, red roses...

My mother bought a bouquet of carnations to wish grandma a long and healthy life.

Then, we took the car to Beijing and arrived at the hotel. I played with my father for a while. When grandma arrived, I held up the flowers and gave them to her and said, "Happy birthday to grandma, good health and long life."

Grandma is very happy! We had a happy birthday. Grandma's Story: The wind blows, the willows twist their branches, and the catkins tell me with their graceful and graceful dance: Spring is here.

Everything is so fresh, everything is so moving, and the vigorous and uplifting atmosphere seems to make me, a good kid who only knows how to read, yearn for the attractive scenery outside. Walking on the tree-lined path, I can see the birds chirping and the fragrance of flowers nearby, the tall buildings standing in the distance, and facing the red walls and green tiles all around, how can I not feel relieved or intoxicated! I walked home slowly, feeling attached to that beauty in my heart.

"Child", I raised my head, grandma was sitting under the tree. I ran over and snuggled up to her affectionately. Although her weather-beaten face was covered with wrinkles, her kind smile never changed.

"Grandma, are you happy now?" "Happiness, I will be happy if you are happy." "Grandma, were you beautiful when you were young?" "Beautiful, beautiful, but life was hard back then."

Grandma touched my head and said: "Grandma lived in a thatched house at that time, and the house leaked when it rained. I was 19 years old at the time, and I had to work in the production team every day, and I was divided into The food we received is not enough to eat.”

“Then you can’t grow it yourself?” I asked my grandma in confusion. Grandma squinted her eyes and said with a smile: "Silly girl, at that time every household was not allowed to grow vegetables and food without permission.

I remember one time, our family secretly planted dozens of green vegetables in the backyard, but they were still among the weeds. I'm afraid those unscrupulous people will find out. If they are discovered, there won't be any rice left in the pot for more than ten days. "Grandma clenched her fists tightly and stared straight ahead. I thought she must be hooked. Her sad past.

"There is no other way. All the family can eat is green vegetables. I remember it was also spring at that time. Although the flowers were not as bright as now, they were all over the hillside. Your grandfather and I were there where the rhododendrons were blooming. We met on the hillside of flowers. Your grandfather was so sweet at that time that he brought a large bouquet of azaleas to grandma. Grandma was very happy at that time.”

I saw my grandma’s face filled with happiness. The eyes are curved into crescents. "Your grandpa was very kind to me and helped me with all the heavy work. But my grandma's family found out and thought your grandpa's family was poor and had no status, so they didn't allow me to meet your grandpa.

Your grandpa and I secretly met in a public potato field at night. Your grandpa dug a few potatoes and roasted them over the fire for me to eat. I didn't know whether it was sweet or bitter. "I went to my grandma's house to practice this afternoon. After finishing the calligraphy, I went to my grandma’s house. Grandma was very kind to me. As soon as I walked in, she brought me a packet of milk for me to drink.

"Okay, welcome," my brother is here. My brother and I came to hide and seek. We played rock-paper-scissors. I won. He looked for me. After he found me, he said: "Telegram, telegram." Under the table at home.

After we finished playing, I smelled a scent and became hungry. It turned out to be a greedy duck. My mother and I ate it. It was so delicious. I was full and drank a pack of milk. . Then, my brother and I played cards. 2 was the smallest and Commander was the biggest. My brother and I both touched a Commander. We had so much fun. My brother said to me, "Let's go play in the sand." We made a hut and I made it. For a 20cm room, I also made a 3cm plate. My brother made nine 5mm buns and a bed. After I almost made a stool, I accidentally broke it. Then I Made a new stool.

It was very late. I went home to take a look. My parents said, "Let's go home." My mother also said, "You are covered in sand from playing. You should take a shower when you go home!" We went back I went home and took a bath happily. Ah, I had such a good time today. The Special Olympics volunteer who moved me—grandma. Behind every Special Olympics athlete there is always a dedicated volunteer who dedicates their love and all their energy to the athletes.

Whenever the athletes are tired, it is the volunteers who serve them; whenever the athletes fail, it is the volunteers who encourage them; whenever the athletes have difficulties, it is the volunteers who or help them solve it. My grandma is a glorious Special Olympics volunteer. She and several other Special Olympics volunteers received the Kyrgyzstan Special Olympics sports delegation.

Due to the intellectual disability of these athletes, it has brought many difficulties to the reception work of the volunteers. Special Olympics athletes do not know how to control themselves and often disregard their own safety for their own freedom and happiness.

Volunteers must not only give Special Olympics athletes a free and happy space, but also ensure their safety. Take watching a movie at Southwest Cinemas for example! Some athletes couldn't understand the plot of the movie while watching the movie and wanted to leave the movie theater privately to go out and play.

But they have no awareness of safety, do not know what harm it will bring to themselves, and they do not know what impact it will have on others. When they take such actions, volunteers patiently persuade them to stay with peace of mind.

There are many, many small examples like this... Whenever I am asleep, grandma quietly gets up and makes breakfast for our family. But almost every morning, she has no time to eat breakfast, so she wakes up. The taxi left. What particularly touched me was that her toes were inflamed and swollen, and she could hardly walk, but she still served and dedicated herself to the Special Olympics athletes in obscurity.

7. When writing about grandma, the first thing you want to do is to suppress it.

Grandma is far away from us.

In memory, only a vague back figure remains. The slightly rickety body reflects the vicissitudes of time, and the slightly slow footsteps reflect the ruthlessness of time. But that kind face cannot be buried by time.

Grandma has a beautiful smile. Her white front teeth make her smile more radiant and lively. Sometimes she does something stupid, such as locking a sheep in the toilet, and she won't get angry because we laugh. Instead, she laughs with us and locks a few ducks in the toilet the next day.

What’s interesting is that it’s grandma’s eyes. It is not as dark yellow and turbid as the eyes of other elderly people, but appears somewhat clear and bright, as well as surprisingly agile. Don't be surprised, grandma is so different. She likes to say one of her fashionable nicknames: Weird.

I have read a book called "Grandma on the Apple Tree". The grandmother in the book has great magical powers. She can go to Africa to catch horses, fight pirates, and is omnipotent. Although my grandma is not so capable, she can change. One day, she turns into an apple in the winter, and then turns into a banana in the winter. When I was a child, I didn't know anything except calling my grandma "the field magician". Grandma grinned after hearing this. So, grandma added another adjective: mysterious. Later, when I grew up, I learned that there is a magic prop called a greenhouse. Maybe it would be better not to grow up.

Later, I had forgotten most of my grandmother during my studies, and I was just thinking about when I could go back to my hometown. There are still hawthorn fruits sent to us by grandma in the refrigerator, and moxa leaf cake is also placed on the pot.

My hometown is like a treasure land with many treasures hidden inside. They are all waiting for me to discover and explore. I found bitter melons and brought back green vegetables. Whatever I found, Grandma would help me turn it into a big pot of delicious meals. Grandma's cooking skills are excellent, and she can make pumpkins delicious. Cut open the kernels and add handfuls of rice. Put it on the pot to steam for half a day, and it will be fragrant when taken out.

However, no matter how beautiful the memory is, there will be times when it is disconnected. Death's scythe cut off the memory and took away grandma's young life. On that black afternoon, grandma passed away.

It’s been one year since grandma left us, although she disappeared in our memory like wisps of smoke. But her face and her kind smile are like the clear sky in the rainy season. Although we have never seen it, it has always appeared in our hearts.

The grandma in my memory is a symbol of beauty and the most beautiful memory.

8. Please write a composition about my grandma

I have written about my grandma before, but I don’t think it is easy to write, so I will write a little by myself:

My grandma is over 80 years old this year. She has short hair, bright eyes and a mouth that can talk to me wholeheartedly. Don't think she's old yet, she's still in high spirits!

There was competition to do the work at home. I joked: "Grandma has become a nanny!" My mother hit me on the head angrily and told grandma not to mind. At this time, I saw my grandma's eyes filled with tears. Smile, I think grandma looks beautiful when she smiles. When she smiles, all the wrinkles on her face disappear, making her look much younger.

I like my grandma’s eyes because they can speak. It is full of joy when I am rewarded; it is full of reproach when I am proud. . I also like my grandma’s mouth, because when I am angry, her witty mouth makes me forget my worries; when I am frustrated, it makes me more confident.

I like my grandma. My grandmother was very hard-working, frugal, brave, and tenacious. She loved working, lived a careful life, and always put the younger generation first.

Grandma didn’t have much education and didn’t know a few words, but she was the one who had the deepest influence on me among the elders in the family.

... I wish you progress in your studies.

9. Essay about grandma

Sample essay: The love my grandma gave me.

As soon as grandma saw me, she held up the book in her hand and said excitedly: "I finally bought it." I hurriedly helped grandma back to bed, and then I realized that grandma had suffered from heat stroke, and my tears suddenly became wet. I hugged my grandma and said to her: "Thank you, grandma!" I later learned that because I spoke late, the bookstore had almost finished buying the book, and grandma had to go to four or five bookstores to buy it. of. I suddenly felt that the book in my hand became so heavy...

Growing up, I spent the most time with my grandma, so my grandma also gave me the most love.

In life, my grandma took good care of me. Every day, my grandma is always the first to get up. No matter whether it’s windy or rainy, as soon as she brushes her teeth and washes her face, she goes to the gate of the community to buy breakfast for me. Sometimes, in order to let me eat better, grandma has to bear the burden. Under the scorching sun, I ran to the market and queued for three-quarters of an hour to buy Xiaolong. Grandma not only took care of me meticulously in life, but also cared about me very much in my studies.

During the summer vacation, the sun was scorching the earth, and the cicadas on the tree probably disliked the hot weather and were screaming desperately. When we returned to school, the math teacher Liang asked us to buy "Daily Refinement" and do it at the beginning of school. But as soon as I got home, I forgot what the teacher said. I didn’t think of the teacher’s words until I was unpacking my schoolbag the day before school started. Now it's bad, my parents are at work, my grandma is sick again, and I don't know the way. I am really a dumb person eating yellow lotus - I can't express my suffering! Just when I was worried about this matter, my grandma came over and said to me: "Haohao, what happened?" "I forgot to buy "Daily Refinement"?" "Let me buy a book, learning is the most important thing. "No!" I said firmly, "Grandma, you're sick, it's not too late to wait until your parents come back to buy it." "No, the bookstore will be closed when your parents get off work, so be obedient." I'll be back soon." After saying that, grandma gave me a few copies of "The King of Composition" and left.

Time flies so fast! Three hours later, but grandma hasn't come back yet. Another half hour later, the doorbell rang, and grandma came back. I hurriedly ran to open the door and saw my grandma's face was red and she was breathing heavily. Her clothes were soaked with sweat, and the sweat on her cheeks was still flowing down. As soon as grandma saw me, she held up the book in her hand and said excitedly: "I finally bought it." I hurriedly helped grandma back to bed, and then I realized that grandma had suffered from heatstroke. My tears suddenly became wet. I hugged grandma and Said to her: "Thank you, Grandma!" I later learned that because I spoke late, the bookstore had almost finished buying the book, and Grandma had to go to four or five bookstores to buy it.

I suddenly felt that the book in my hand became so heavy...

I will always remember the love my grandma gave me, grandma, I love you!

You can write some stories between grandma and you. The wrong thing is to write regret at the end, but there is no need to teach the right thing. . . Use famous quotes appropriately.

10. A 600-word essay about a certain characteristic of grandma

The fast pace of life breaks the original peace. Pedestrians on the road come and go in a hurry, and life is like a tired and boring journey. The journey had to continue. The pressure of competition, repeated defeats... everything made me anxious and lost my previous patience. Facing my messy hair in the mirror, my eyes looked angry at myself, but more importantly, I felt helpless. Life is like a knot of hair. The harder I try to untie it, the tighter it becomes.

Suddenly, a wooden comb in front of the mirror made my heart calm down a little. The carvings on the wooden comb were unrecognizable, but they exuded a faint scent of sandalwood. This fragrance brings back my memories, the warmest picture deep in my heart.

In winter days, the sun always brings gentle warmth. Grandma always likes to comb my hair carefully with that exquisite and small wooden comb. Through the mirror on the dressing table, I saw the wooden comb sliding from one end of the hair to the knotted part, then slowing down, bit by bit, and finally slipped from the end of the hair. "It takes patience to comb your hair. Don't be irritated or impatient. If you comb it strand by strand, your hair will be smooth and your life will be smooth." I didn't understand at that time, but I only knew that my grandma would always grow my waist-length hair. Hair is left smooth and straight. Put it under your nose and take a deep breath. It has the elegant fragrance of sandalwood and the warm fragrance of sunshine. So I remembered it and the smell that only belonged to grandma.

How many times has it been my grandma who used a wooden comb to stroke my hair like a waterfall; how many times has it been my grandma who has guided me through the darkness with her smile; how many times has it been my grandma who has used her love to push me away. Let the warmest sunshine shine into my cold heart.

I held up this wooden comb and recalled every bit of my grandmother’s life. I immediately understood what my grandmother said back then and the love she never showed. In life, there are always ups and downs, and the road of life will not always be smooth sailing. In the face of pressure and challenges, I should treat it with a calm heart, accept it, and heal the ups and downs of life. Use a normal mind to untie the knot in your heart, little by little, just like my grandma combing my hair, and it will always be bright and clear.

Sitting in front of the dressing table again, I used the wooden comb to slowly straighten the messy hair. The rough wooden comb is like grandma's vicissitudes of hand, peaceful and warm.

Grandma, it is your smile that interprets the true meaning of life, and it is your warmth that interprets silent love.

The sun shines into the room through the wooden windows, and warmth arises from the bottom of my heart.

Thinking of grandma is very warm.