Some people say that maternal love is like running water, delicate and long, and father's love is like a mountain, silent and deep, but I say grandma's love is like a mountain, sometimes delicate and sometimes deep. With the growth of age, my relationship with my grandmother is no longer as close as before, and my dependence on my grandmother gradually fades with the maturity of my personality. I can't play as childish as before and rush into grandma's arms to find warmth and comfort when I am injured.
I seldom go back to my grandmother's house once, in her words, only a few times a year, even in the same neighborhood. So when I go in and out of the community, I often see my grandmother and my little sister playing together. When she saw me, she smiled and asked me if I wanted to sit up. Sometimes I nod my head slightly, and grandma laughs even harder. Sometimes she politely refuses, and grandma doesn't insist. She nodded and said, learning is important, learning is important. From grandma's kind face, I can't see too much regret, which is dull and seems to be used to it.
Every time I go to my grandmother's house, she always stays to have dinner with me and cook my favorite home cooking. When I am free, my grandmother will pull me to sit down and tell me the trivial things at home with a loving face. I also listened to grandma quietly and looked at her face full of joy. Suddenly, I found that the years left such a deep mark on my simple and kind grandmother. The gray hair on the temples and the weather-beaten and wrinkled face tell the rich life experience of the old man.
Grandma has worked hard all her life, and at this age, she is over 60 years old. But grandma is still busy doing housework and taking care of her sister who is not sensible. At home, I can always hear my grandmother calling my sister not to run around; Once I accidentally glanced downstairs, I caught a glimpse of grandma's chubby body, bent slightly, panting after her sister who didn't run too fast in front. Later, when she stopped because she couldn't run, she was already sweating and her sister had disappeared. Grandma began to be anxious and searched aimlessly. A man called his sister's name on the road. Although she is old, her voice is still loud. I can't bear to listen. Look into the square. This girl is very playful. I don't know where she went to play again. Then he ran away; Finally, menstruation found her sister who was running around. I looked at grandma's impatient face, and her eyes sparkled with tears besides harshness. I'm glad my uncle and aunt came back from work early, or I'll worry my grandmother for a long time alone!
Grandma is an ordinary person, but her ordinary face is deeply engraved in my mind, reminding me of her love and care.
Grandma's second-grade composition 2 leaves, perhaps forever spiritual reunion. My dear grandma, I am in heaven, and I really want to protect you forever. ...
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Today's wind is very warm, and the muddy air is mixed with a faint earthy smell. The sky is still clear, the thick earth is shining, and the sun is really dazzling. ...
But I am just a dream-woven body.
I still remember six months ago today, the gloomy sky enveloped the world, leaving no gap for the sun, so dark. Maybe God is silent, or is he lamenting what happened to me? Don't! No, I'm just a child forgotten by you. You never cared about me because you refused to give me a chance to protect my grandmother. To tell the truth, I hate you a little. ...
Ruthless rain and water poured down on the earth, making a "snapping" sound, which made me nervous. "I didn't bring an umbrella!" The classroom just after school is very lively, and everyone should be waiting for their parents to send umbrellas.
Not far away, a familiar outline appeared in front of my eyes, slowly approaching and gradually becoming clear ... grandma, my only relative. I grabbed my schoolbag and ran to my grandmother with joy, looking at her still kind smile and face. I am very happy!
Holding a transparent umbrella, I walked happily on my way home side by side with my grandmother ... When crossing the road, a big truck rushed at us like a madman. Just like a bull sees a red cloth, it runs recklessly.
"grandma!" I opened my eyes wide and pushed my grandmother away with all my strength. ...
Before I closed my eyes forever, I only heard a sudden brake, and then I heard an umbrella fall. I am in the dark, as if out of the bondage of the body, looking for something in the nothingness world. ...
The soul is superfluous to this world. I am wandering between the time difference between the two worlds, my tears have been crushed by the sun, but no one has noticed ... The scattered memories pieced together in my mind have taken me to the most concerned place, in the Woods on the hillside not far ahead, where there is a figure I am most familiar with. ...
Long time no see, grandma. You have suffered. Did you sleep well? Did you take your medicine on time? Seeing your thin back, I really want to hug you, but I seem to have lost such strength. I approached you step by step, and your kind back became clearer and clearer, but tears blurred my eyes: "Grandma ..."
"Little flocculant, you went to half a year! You love grandma so much, how can you leave me? Leave me a lonely old man ... in fact, it doesn't matter, I can go without care. Grandma will always be reunited with you. Little flocculant ... "My heart really hurts to hear grandma say these words in front of my grave!
Grandma made a sacrifice and stood up with difficulty. I looked at grandma's kind face full of years, and my eyes were no longer blurred, because I saw grandma coming to me. "Grandma ..." But I watched grandma pass through my body, and time stood still ... only the sound of leaves rubbing echoed. ...
I forgot, I'm just a soul ... the sky is getting brighter and brighter, and my body and heart are getting weaker and weaker. ...
I was lazy for a while, that's all. I turned around and followed grandma to see what I could do for you. In retrospect, I like sunshine so much, but now I'm afraid of your light.
On the way back, grandma walked silently. I'm not the same as before. I ... Oh, my God! There is a small stone not far in front of grandma. Grandma's eyes have been bad, something will happen! I hurried to grandma's side and picked up the small stone. I was just about to be glad that my grandmother was safe, but I accidentally ignored the road under my feet. I lost my center of gravity and fell violently.
I vaguely remember rolling down the hillside and finally waking up to find myself exposed to the sun. I lay on the grass feebly, and my whole body ached. ...
I tried my best to get up from the grass and look at the buildings under the hillside. Grandma smiled peacefully. I looked at grandma's smile, raised my mouth slightly and looked into the distance. ...
My eyes sparkled with hope, and the time I spent with my grandmother came to my mind. Actually, I am very satisfied. The sunshine makes my body disappear bit by bit, and the wind blows away my broken body and makes my soul return to the sky, but I miss my grandmother in the air and hope she can feel my unique taste.
Before sunset, my last smile turned into air and floated away. ...
If I can, I really want to protect you forever. ...
Lo Siento, Te Quiero ...
My grandmother died of cancer, and it was 10 years ago today, but I still remember it today, because my grandmother died in front of me that day.
Before grandma died, he often took me to play in Tianlong Mountain, which is a famous place in our local area. When I am tired of playing, there are many seats for people to rest. But every time grandma goes to Tianlong Mountain, she sits quietly and thinks like a thinker. We played in Tianlong Mountain for about an hour. It was raining in Mao Mao, but grandma urged me to hurry down the mountain. I have no choice but to go down with her. Just as she went down the mountain, grandma suddenly. Grandma said it was nothing but a headache, so I helped her home. When I got home, I told my parents about her fainting, and my parents said they would take her for a checkup tomorrow.
The next day, we went to the hospital to have a check-up for grandma, and the result was cancer. At that time, my parents told me not to tell my grandmother what his illness was. If grandma asked, she said it was a common cold, so I promised my parents that they would look around for the medicine they wanted to get back. If something was wrong, my mother asked me to take it to grandma, but grandma seemed very happy and rosy. So I thought grandma was well, so I went to ask my mother if she was well. My grandmother's face is red and bright. My mother said it was a dead end, and I don't believe in it. I thought my grandmother had recovered from her illness. I went to school the next day. When I came back in the afternoon, I didn't see my father pick me up, so I walked home slowly alone. As soon as I entered the door, I wondered if something would happen to my grandmother. I asked why I went back to my hometown. Mom said grandma wanted to bury herself in her hometown.
So my mother asked the teacher for three days off, and our family went back to their hometown by my uncle and my father's car. When I got to my hometown, my grandmother said that she wanted to lie down. The adults discussed my grandmother in the living room, and our children were playing outside. Suddenly we heard her calling us, and we ran to her at once. My grandmother's voice was too small to hear, but her mouth was so sad. We didn't hear it, but we weren't sure what it was. As she spoke, she died inexplicably, and our children were crying beside her.
The picture of ten years ago is still in my memory. It was an unforgettable day for me, and I will never forget it. We should cherish the people we love, and don't wait until we lose them to know how to cherish them.
Grandma's second grade composition 4 is on holiday, and I am happy when I am happy. However, washing my mother's feet makes me feel helpless.
I really don't understand why teachers are always so traditional and like to imitate. To me, the word "washing feet" can only be used as a noun. If I want to be a verb, I think teachers should start to cultivate it from kindergarten, not now. Let me, as a junior high school student, take a piece of paper and act for my parents. For us students, the above words are homework-just an assignment given by the teacher. But you don't think so, teacher. In your opinion, this is a "filial piety" that children should do to their parents. ...
I remember the last time I watched Let the World Be Full of Love, Mr. Zou Yue told a story that he experienced personally. Their teacher also assigned homework and went home to wash their parents' feet. Being so big and taller than his parents, he is reluctant to wash his parents' feet. Are you kidding? However, he lowered his body and bowed his head. For the first time, he felt the hardships of his parents, only because of the cocoon and thinness on his feet and the veins stood out. He left tears of condemnation. I don't know if I can, but at least I know it's impossible to wash my parents' feet for 800 years. Since there is no beginning, how to complete the task assigned by the teacher? I don't know what to do, and I don't know how to face the teacher and do a good job.
This National Day holiday has seven days, 65438+10.6. How to finish it? ...
I began to think, either making up reasons or preparing for the worst-being scolded by the teacher. However, it is often that the ghosts and ghosts can't be saved. There is another village, so I remember it and really did it.
My grandmother raised me since I was a child. It is possible to do your best for grandma. So, after breakfast, I set off for my grandmother's house-holding a "filial piety passbook" and a black pen to do my "filial piety" for my grandmother.
It was already evening when I got to grandma's house, so I did two things according to the teacher's request. One is to clean the room for grandma. It took me nearly an hour to finish this basic task. However, it takes courage for me to wash my feet. In order to finish it smoothly, I went out and had a good time with my partner before I went home. Because of impatience, as soon as I got home, I filled a basin of warm water with a washbasin and waited for my grandmother. When I told grandma that I would help her wash her feet, grandma quickly said, "No, no, just study by yourself." I said, "This is the homework given by the teacher." Grandma said, "Oh ... then I'll say you're finished. If you want to sign it, I will sign it for you. " I said, "No, I'll do it myself." If it was before, I wish I had such a good thing, but now, I can't, because grandma's words are too familiar. Zou Yue's mother said the same thing at first, which forced me to refuse my grandmother's kindness. After all, I don't want a child on the baffle to let his parents lie for me and do my homework for me. I want to be an honest boy. I am no worse than Zou Yue. I put grandma's feet in the washbasin. Under the sunshine, grandma's feet were covered with countless wrinkles and veins stood out. Take a closer look at these feet ... remember accidentally splashing hot water on grandma's feet with a water bottle when I was a child. At that time, I was scared to cry, and my grandmother comforted me, regardless of the burns on my feet. Maybe it was very small at that time, but it is still fresh in my memory, which makes me regret it. When I washed my grandmother's feet, I found her eyes were red and swollen, and tears soaked her thighs. Maybe this is my grandmother's brand-new first time, and it's also my left back.
At nine o'clock in the evening, I wandered alone on the road, hoping that the next time I could help my grandmother wash her feet, I would wake up and scold myself. What am I thinking? Once is enough. Really, it's just a mission. Why are you so concerned? It is best not to do such physical homework.
Grandma's composition on the second day of May 26 th in Mao Mao
I am very happy today, because I went to my grandparents' house. Long time no see.
When I arrived at my grandparents' house, my grandparents hurried out to meet me. Seeing the vicissitudes of grandparents' faces, I can't help feeling that people's lives are not easy.
At noon, my grandparents cooked a lot of delicious food for me. Grandma said to me; "You listen to grandma at home, don't fight with your brother. Your grandmother is not easy. It is not easy for her to be alone. Grandpa died young. It is not easy for her to plant so many fields by herself. Then listen to her and don't make her angry! Just wait for your parents to come back. "
I didn't listen to my grandmother before, but I cried after listening to her.
Here I want to say to grandma; "Grandma, I will definitely listen to you."
Grandma is a kind grandmother, a grandmother who loves me, a grandmother who has paid a lot for her son, and a lonely old man ~
It turned out that grandma was not lonely in junior high school because she was accompanied by her grandfather. Even in hard times, she will feel very happy. Soon after, grandpa abandoned her and left this place forever, leaving only tears of grandma's missing. For a long time, grandma always burst into tears every night, and my father couldn't comfort the old man who lost his shoulder, especially his mother. Father understood the pain in the old man's heart and sighed deeply from his heart. Grandma is a strong old man. She doesn't want to fall forever because of this. She stood up strongly. Grandpa left, but his heart didn't leave his grandmother and he didn't love his children. Grandpa's departure is a hard work for grandma day by day, and the children have not let her down. It's all good. They know what to do to call grandma back and let her not despair. Grandma is very strong. In the days after grandpa left, grandma certainly took on the heavy responsibility of taking care of all the children. Although it's heavy, it's worth her own efforts ~ ~
When the children raised by herself grow up, it will not be peaceful to repay her. They quarrel occasionally, and it is inevitable that they will blame their mother. then what Grandma always cries quietly in the empty corner. I finally realized that grandma used to be strong. Just to prevent their children from worrying about her, and now, their children have grown up, and themselves? However, it seems to be a burden for them. At this moment, grandma may only think that if grandpa is with her now, at least she has someone to rely on, someone to comfort herself, and maybe there will be happy moments. What about now? Grandpa is not here.
Grandma's tears are tears hidden for many years. She has given vent to too much dissatisfaction. This time, crying may make grandma feel better. After all, the grievances of those years have now turned into tears and flowed down her cheeks.
In grandma's life, we will experience many things, and some things and moments will touch the softest place in your heart and make you unforgettable all your life.
Because I have to stay in bed for two months after the operation, I can't leave someone to take care of me. After my parents came back from Beijing with me, they had to go to work to make a living, and they didn't have time to take care of me, so they sent me to my grandmother's house.
I was brought up by my grandmother. I had to leave her because I had to go to school. I have to come back to trouble my grandmother this time. This time is different from the past, one is a patient who needs careful care, and the other is an old lady who is over 60 years old and has inconvenient legs and feet. Only she knows the inconvenience of life, but grandma has promised me everything.
In order to take good care of me and make me recover soon, grandma took great pains.
Grandma is afraid that I am used to living in buildings and not used to the cold in the countryside. Every day, I heat the kang. The pile of firewood in the yard could have been used by grandparents for two winters, but when I came, I couldn't burn it all in one winter, so grandpa had to chop wood in the yard at grandma's urging.
Grandma is afraid that I will be hungry again because I am sick, and the recipe keeps changing every day. I knew my grandmother was not a good cook, so I asked my neighbors and came back to learn cooking for me. But I lie on the kang every day, don't exercise, I can't digest anything in my stomach, and I don't eat much at every meal. Every time my grandmother urges me to eat more, I can't help but protest. My poor grandmother throws away the hard-earned meals every day. In order not to let me eat leftovers, my grandparents eat them every day the next day. In order not to let my grandparents eat leftovers, I forced myself to eat more, making my stomach bitter.
That day, grandma asked grandpa to go to the supermarket to buy big bones to make soup for me, but grandpa left soon, and I suddenly wanted to eat snacks, but grandpa didn't bring his mobile phone. In order not to let my wish fail, grandma put on her coat and went out with crutches in the strong wind.
Grandparents have gone out, and I'm the only one left at home. I am bored at home and want to secretly try to get up. It's a pity that the blade of disappointment hasn't grown up yet. Just when I was trying hard, my back ached violently, and I had to lie down again, and my mood became depressed. Just when I got up and wanted to find something to vent, grandma came back with an extra bag in her hand.
After entering the door, grandma took a few pictures of the clothes that had been covered with snow. Before she could take it off, she hurried to the back room and handed me the bag.
I opened the bag, which contained many kinds of snacks. Grandma took off her coat and said to me, "I don't know which one you like, so I bought some for you on the recommendation of the shopkeeper." Look, do you like it? " When I saw the chicken nuggets, I whispered, "Really, I wonder if patients can't eat such spicy food?" "It's all because grandma can't read. I don't eat this. " Grandma said, reaching for it. I suddenly realized that I had said something wrong. I looked up and saw grandma's face full of expectation and embarrassed smile, and her cheeks were red and cold because of the cold outside. Then I looked at her hair wet by melting snow, and tears suddenly flowed out uncontrollably.
I looked at grandma's face. Every year, more wrinkles and more white hair remind me that my grandmother is getting older day by day, and I still ... my tears are increasing. On the other hand, grandma looked blank. "What's the matter?" "Grandma," I sobbed, "I'm sorry to bother you every year and ask you to buy me snacks in such a cold snowy day." "Hey, I thought it was something big, my granddaughter. I don't care who you hurt! " This sentence made me cry even more. Grandma quickly comforted me: "Don't cry, it won't look good if you cry again, and your illness will be relieved." I listened to grandma's words, dried my tears, and then shared those snacks with grandma. The laughter of our grandparents and grandchildren gradually rang out in the room.
Time with grandma always passes quickly. In a blink of an eye, two months have passed and I can try to walk in the field. My parents also came to take me home to school.
Don't give up parting, but this parting is only for a better meeting next time. In a few months, after the holiday, I can skip back to grandma's house!
Grandma's second day composition 8 raindrops fell gently on my shoulders, and I slowly reached out to experience the coolness of raindrops touching my hands. I looked up at the sky and found it was getting late, but the bus was late, which made me a little fidgety.
Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in my sight. It's grandma. I ran to grandma and grabbed the basket. "School is over!" "hmm!" After chatting for a while, the bus arrived, and we got on the bus together.
When I got home, I threw my schoolbag aside as usual, and then casually sat on the sofa and played with my mobile phone. After a while, I vaguely heard footsteps outside the door. Looking around, I saw grandma dragging a mop and stumbling towards my room at the corner. I couldn't help shivering in my heart. Since junior high school, I have paid little attention to my grandmother. I haven't seen her for a week. My grandmother looks much older, and there are a lot of silver wires between her temples, which is more difficult to get used to than before. I hurried forward, grabbed the mop from my grandmother and said softly, "I'll do it, grandma." Grandma replied, "Well, my granddaughter has grown up."
After mopping the floor, I threw the dirty clothes into the basin, soaked them, rubbed them, rubbed them ... The wind was blowing gently, and grandma sat by and looked at me, laughing like a chrysanthemum. Looking at grandma's happy appearance, my heart is at sixes and sevens.
In retrospect, after school, I either lie in bed and play with my mobile phone, or just mind my own business. I never thought about grandma's hard work in washing and cooking for this family. This time I helped my grandmother share the housework, and I realized that the best love in the world is companionship and sharing! Helping your family share some housework every day can make you feel the beauty of the world!
Grandma grew up with her when she was young.
The most unforgettable thing is her back.
Every morning, as soon as I open my eyes, I see grandma's old back.
Pancakes and porridge seem to be common breakfasts in the morning. The moist and warm air is full of mellow rice fragrance and oil fragrance. The rising sun shed sunlight, one by one, through the window frame and onto grandma's half-white hair. A motley color outlined a dazzling white circle on grandma's rickety old man. The floating dust in the air dances with the airflow brought by the action, dispersing and gathering. My ears echoed with the crunchy crash of a spatula, and the picture was deeply integrated into my childhood.
When I was a child, I was very naughty. My friends and I touched crabs and fished small fish in the river. I played all day and still didn't come home at dusk. Grandma often comes to me with her little feet in her arms, and then goes home with her. Along the way, I stopped and went, picking some wild flowers and catching a cricket. Maybe grandma got used to my fun and ignored me. She just walked forward trembling, looked back at me after a while, and I ran towards the rickety figure with a smile. I often look at the figure heading for the sunset and wonder how those little feet and two thin legs support that fat body. Looking up again, the afterglow of the sunset dyed grandma's hair golden yellow and covered her back with a layer of golden light. Year after year, the back seems to be hunched a lot, but the smile at that moment is still so warm.
At night, a person is destined to sleep. Grandma always comes to the bedside to tell me stories. After telling the story, I feel a little sleepy, often sleepy, watching grandma's vague back, warm into orange light, and then the door is gently closed. Seeing that the last ray of light outside the door became thin and disappeared, I felt sleepy and fell asleep.
I was separated from my grandmother at school. Only occasionally, I will think of the back under the light and the smiling face at that moment.
Grandma's second grade composition 10 early autumn. The morning light is accompanied by a breeze, like a lyric melody in the fresh air. The bustling city of Changsha, like a smooth chariot, carries busy people to a brand-new day.
I was in a hurry on my way to school with my schoolbag on my back. The head teacher's words rang in my ear again: the new semester has begun, and students should have stronger discipline ... I looked at my wrist and accelerated my pace.
Cross this zebra crossing and you will see our school. Ah! It's a red light! When my heart tightens, it seems that there is a crater in front. I quickly stopped and stood under the lamppost, quietly looking at the flashing little red man under the opposite light, still full of vitality and insisting on the silent beat.
There seems to be a figure shaking under the lamppost. That's you, grandma! You look around, and that anxious look caught my attention.
Grandma, you are so fashionable! The breeze will raise your shiny black hair high and roll it up like a beautiful wave. A red skirt reflects your fair skin, just like the rosy light on the horizon. Red leather bag and red high heels look exquisite and foreign. If it weren't for that slightly slow symbolic action, I thought you were an aunt!
As the saying goes, "a big family makes a teenager", rich living conditions and scientific health care concept make people seem to be "frozen" one by one. Especially a beautiful woman like you, it's hard to be beautiful or not.
Just as I was praising your beautiful image, you looked at the camera wittily and then slipped away. ...
"grandma! No! " I waved and shouted at you. However, I don't know if you didn't hear or what, but you just rushed over. At this moment, the air seems to have solidified.
"Oh, my God! That was close! Grandma, what if the high-speed car comes? "
"Son, it's okay. There is no car at both ends, and there is no traffic police. What are you afraid of? "
Grandma, it's easy for you to say! Traffic accidents are like ticking time bombs. If you are not careful, a bloody tragedy will break out at any time. It's a good thing you're okay. Once you are "nothing", it will be a big deal! All happy and beautiful things will leave you forever, and your descendants will fall into deep remorse and pain because of your misfortune. Do you have the heart?
Grandma, I was so nervous that I really wanted to rush over and pull you back to the red light, but in that case, I really didn't dare to take a step. If something happens to you, I'll be bored for life.
Although it has been so long, every time I think of that scene, I will be in shock. Today, I specially wrote this article for you. I want to write down what I didn't have time to tell you that day-
Grandma! Please use rules to make your happiness last forever!