Grandma's primary school composition is 500 words 1 It's a little late to go shopping with my mother. The wind is a little strong, as if it is going to rain. At this time, there are not many people who buy food, but all the sellers are full of seats waiting for customers, while some sellers will wait at the gate of the food market and wait in the wind.
I saw the two baskets of dark red cherries, which were so beautiful. I followed the cherry and saw the seller. An old lady, about 60 years old, doesn't have many wrinkles, but she always feels that her eyelids are drooping and her skin is brown. She is wearing a gray cloth coat, which contrasts with the red in the basket, as if she can only see the red in her eyes and hide in the dark.
I hurried by, only glancing at her gently, and saw her awkward and silently waiting in the wind.
After several rounds in the market, I came out again and saw that she was still there. But she seems to be asleep, someone is shrinking, and the body subconsciously leans against the cold wall. Maybe she didn't feel the cold of the wall? Because of fatigue? Because it's too cold?
As I approached, she heard my footsteps, and suddenly her back stood up and her eyes opened. I feel a little sorry. I think, maybe my own grandmother is lying on the sofa taking a nap, and where is her home? Is it comfortable? Or just shelter from the wind and rain? Maybe, will she be alone?
There was a flicker of hesitation in her eyes, but she still asked, ldqu, do you want to buy some cherries? As Amprdqu spoke, he immediately lowered his head and found a thin plastic bag, which stirred slightly in the wind. She quickly grabbed a handful of cherries, and her hands looked darker and drier, as thin as cherry stalks.
I shook my head. A little disappointed, but she didn't react more. Someone happened to pass by, heard her say this, came over, picked up a red cherry and stuffed it in her mouth. She said: & ldqu is really good. & amprdqu The man shook his head, too.
I walked out of the market and didn't go to see the cherry seller right away. It seems that I am afraid of red. It got dark quickly and the lights on the road came on. The golden light lit up some places. Then I looked back at her, only to find that the light had never illuminated her.
At this time, the wind became stronger and stronger, and it began to rain heavily. I walked home.
By the time I went downstairs, some water had accumulated on the road. The reflection of the lamp is in the middle, like the core of a cherry. And when I think of her again, I will probably be a little cold.
It is raining harder. I'm a little annoyed.
Grandma's primary school composition 500 words 2 Family is the cradle of our growth. Everyone in my family gave me a lot of love, but what impressed me the most was grandma's love for me.
Grandma is in her fifties, and her hair is almost white. She has bloodshot eyes under her pale eyebrows, a garlic-colored nose and a Zhang greatly's mouth under her nose. Grandma always likes to wear brown clothes, black trousers and a pair of black cloth shoes, which is the image of an old lady in China.
Grandma loves me very much and likes to make me happy. One summer vacation, I went back to my hometown and prepared to spend time with my grandmother. The next day, I finished my homework and went out to play, but I didn't find anything interesting after shopping around. I remembered the swing, so I ran into the house and shouted, "Grandma, grandma, will you make me a swing?" Grandma said, "How?" I replied, "No matter what you do, I'm going to play on the swing anyway!" " Grandma smiled and said, "I'll make one for you!" " "Grandma put down the bamboo basket she was knitting and went to find a big feed bag and two thick and long hemp ropes. Then quickly tie one end of the hemp rope to one side of the pocket, the other end to the other end of the pocket, and then tie the other two ends of the hemp rope to two big trees that are very close together, and a simple swing is made. Grandma said, "Yes, let's go up and play. We loved to play this when we were young, hehe. "I quickly sat on it, and my grandmother gave me a push, and the wind brushed my face. With grandma's help, I swing around happily. Grandma smiled happily when she saw me happy, and shouted, "My granddaughter flew! "My granddaughter flew!" Our laughter echoed in the yard. ...
Suddenly I found a small mouth on my grandmother's hand, dripping with blood! I quickly stopped to ask grandma what was going on. Grandma smiled and said, "Nothing. I just accidentally hung it on a branch. " Never mind, it will be fine in a few days. "I was very sad to hear that: if I hadn't shouted to play on the swing, how could grandma's hand be hung and broken? I gently blew my grandmother's hand with my mouth, but she held me in her arms and said excitedly, "My granddaughter has grown up, and everyone knows that she loves her grandmother. Grandma is so happy! "
I want to say: Grandma, I am really happy to have a grandmother like you! I will never forget the love you gave me. From today on, I will be a sensible child and make you happy every day!
Today, my parents took me to a lecture, which was taught by Grandma Lu Qin about educating children.
The lecture was held in an auditorium (the auditorium of the Ministry of Finance), which is really big! When we arrived, there were already many people in the auditorium. So, we have to go to the second floor to attend the class.
At half past nine, Grandma Lu Qin finally came on stage. Everyone applauded for grandma. Grandma Lu Qin kept standing and telling us that it was hard! Grandma Lu Qin told us many things, all of which were very interesting! For example, she worked in China Youth Daily for many years and did a lot of work. She often takes her younger brothers and sisters to winter camps and summer camps. I remember a little brother staying in a hotel. He didn't find a quilt when he slept, so he put his coat on his stomach. Later, grandma Lu Qin praised him and said that he was smart and covered the heaviest part of his body. I think this kind of activity is very exercise. Because at home, mom and dad take care of us. Outside, you have to take care of yourself Through this incident, I know that we should do things with wisdom and use our brains more. Later, Grandma Lu Qin told many interesting things, which I remember.
No one left after the lecture. Instead, I quickly lined up to buy a book written by Grandma Lu Qin. I also quickly went downstairs to participate. Dad bought me a book with great difficulty. So, I quickly dragged my mother to find grandma Lu Qin's signature. Hey! Now I can finally observe Grandma Lu Qin up close! She is wearing a red coat, a black T-shirt and a glittering crystal flower on her right chest. Grandma Lu Qin has short hair and is very energetic! She is 60 years old, but she looks very young.
I ran to grandma Lu Qin with a book and said, "Grandma, please sign your name for me!" Grandma Lu Qin smiled at me and signed it for me. Later, I took a photo with Grandma Lu Qin and gave her my address on Sohu blog, asking her to have time to read my blog and leave a message. Grandma Lu Qin hugged me happily and said, "You are such a small person, but you still open a blog?" ? ! Ok, I will definitely go! Ha ha! I have a mission! Ha ha! "Hearing this, the people around you also laughed happily.
I had a great time today! Great! Ha ha!
Grandma's primary school composition 500 words 4 On Sunday morning, the sky was clear and the sun was shining in Wan Li. Under the protection of the building, grandma is busy doing housework in her small yard. After some touching and wiping, the home suddenly took on a new look.
The fiery red sun once again surpassed the height of the building and warmed the yard. Smoke billowed from every chimney, and grandma was not idle, holding sauce and seasoning to make her famous soy bean curd.
A little lighter, grandma's sharp kitchen knife played a restaurant symphony on the chopping board, and pieces of tender tofu fell in its light. Red ketchup was poured from the bottle into the bowl. The color is really pleasing to the eye, which greatly increases people's appetite.
Pots and pans are jingling, soy sauce, balsamic vinegar, chicken essence, monosodium glutamate and salt. "Ten bags of assorted flavors are gathered in a bowl, and a pot of miscellaneous materials is fragrant" ... the iron pot was burned red. Grandma has answers, the oil pan gently nodded, and a slight hiss drifted away. As soon as leeks and garlic are put into the pot, there is a loud noise, and the fragrance drifts with the lampblack. As soon as the lid was covered, the potato chips were scattered, and the cooking was scratching, and a dazzling golden yellow came into view. Spice box flies, everything is a spoonful. However, in one minute, when the fragrance of the materials was slightly added and hot water was put into the pot, the "whole pot" was suddenly silent, and all kinds of preparations came in the wonderful hands of grandma. One moment the pot is full of bright red, the tofu floats around, and the seasoning rushes into the pot ... like a changeable picture, it brings enjoyment to people.
Grandma wiped the sweat from her forehead and sat down to drink water, only to hear whispers in the pot. The fire burned more and more brightly, and the pot burned more and more boiling, which became a roar and dispute. But grandma, she's still closing her eyes. 10 second However, as soon as the pot rang, grandma quickly opened the lid and put the tofu on the plate. A column of steam rose, and the whole room echoed with a fragrance. Tofu is still as white as jade, but the soup is as red as fire. A piece of tofu is like lava from a volcano, and a warm current gushes out. ...
Grandma's primary school composition 500 words 5 "eat quickly" I heard grandma hurry me to eat. Although the rice was sent into the mouth, it always lingered between the lips and teeth and could not be eaten.
What attracted me most was the color of pea rice, green and delicious peas, sticky and fragrant glutinous rice and oily sausages. I couldn't help watching the pea rice go into the pot. I will pester my grandmother to give me the pot anyway, and then I will pretend to control the heat like an adult. In the end, I was either too baked to eat or fired half-baked. Looking at the pea rice with burnt black spots in the pot, the color looks good, and the pot still emits burnt gas from time to time. Looking at grandma, I am even more angry. At the moment, I can only stay honestly and wait for the pea rice to come out.
Once the pea rice is cooked, its fragrance will not only make people intoxicated, but also make people feel sorry if they don't eat it. Fine workmanship, superb cooking skills, even my mother's cooking skills will be lost to my grandmother. Sending a bowl of pea rice before the exam filled my heart with countless gratitude, which was enough to give full play to my best performance in the exam. Send a bowl of pea rice when you are sick. The fragrant smell is enough to drive away all fatigue in your body. Sending a bowl of pea rice when sharing happiness with others will double the happiness and vitality. The smell of pea rice is full of home and childhood. Chewing happy rice in my mouth, I have seen scenes of my childhood in my heart. My grandmother's kind words echoed in my ears and my heart was full of gratitude.
Grandma's pea rice, pea rice when I was a child. I cherish the beauty in my heart, sow the seedlings of love, grandma, pea rice, childhood, that ignorant me ... every time I see pea rice, my heart is full of childhood memories. I miss my grandma's pea rice and my happy childhood.
Grandma's primary school composition is 500 words. I took a look at it from a distance. Hey, who is that person in front? She really looks like grandma, but that person has curly hair, so she can't have a perm. Take a closer look, ah! It's really grandma. I look carefully: curly hair is ear-long, like waves in the sea, like instant noodles. Grandma seems to be much younger after perm. Grandma has a perm, which is a new thing.
My grandmother is 67 years old. She always dresses simply and never pursues fashion beauty. She used to hate people perm and dye their hair. I remember one day a few years ago, my mother followed Korean Wave to get a perm and dyed it golden yellow. Grandma saw it, took a look and said, "Is it nice to have a perm?" Then there is nagging. Now grandma also goes to have a perm to pursue fashion beauty! I can't figure anything out, so I have to get to the bottom of it.
I ran to ask my grandfather, "Grandpa, grandma always hates dyeing hair and perming hair, but why did grandma get a perm today?" Grandpa smiled and said, "In the past, your grandmother had your father, uncle, uncle, second aunt and five children. Your great-grandfather and great-grandmother are both dumb, and their families are poor, so it is difficult to maintain three meals a day. She has to look after your father and four other children every day, do housework, and earn money to feed and clothe herself. At that time, she didn't have enough food and clothes, let alone leisure time to pursue beauty. Your grandmother naturally lost her love of beauty. Nowadays, the spring breeze of reform and opening up has spread all over the country, earth-shaking changes have taken place in the countryside, and people are heading for a well-off life. In a blink of an eye, more than 30 years have passed, and all five children in those years are married, but we are old. Now your uncle, uncle and father have all built new houses, and their lives are rich and happy. Grandma and I are carefree and can enjoy our old age. As the saying goes,' everyone loves beauty'. Your grandmother watched all her peers in the village get perms, and they were all as beautiful as blooming flowers. She also tried it. " It suddenly dawned on me that it was like this.
After listening to my grandfather's words, I jumped beside my grandmother, touched her curly hair and said, "Grandma, you are young and beautiful!" " Grandma smiled and said, "You are such a glib child! Uncle and aunt also echoed: "Mom, it's very hot." When I was young, I worked hard for my children. Now that life is good, you should dress up! "Enjoy yourself!" Everyone said a word, I said a word, and laughter echoed in the room.
Grandma's primary school composition 500 words 7 In this summer vacation, our family returned to Nandan, our hometown in Guangxi. I haven't come back to see my grandmother for about four years, and I miss her very much. Although we sometimes meet in QQ videos, I still want to go back to my hometown to see my grandmother in person. Grandma's home is in a mountain in Nandan County, and the house is built on a hillside. Look, this is my grandmother's home, a small house with two and a half floors (see the latest photos of the space), not bad, right?
Grandma was so happy that she didn't sleep for several days when she saw our family coming back. When she saw me, she kept holding my hand and her eyes were full of tears. This makes me feel very sad. Grandma is 86 years old, but she is still full of energy! In the yard, grandma keeps chickens, ducks and mules. These chickens and ducks are very skillful. They are not afraid of people and dare to grab food around you. They may be affected by the environment. These chickens can fly. They can fly more than 50 centimeters high. I really don't know. I was shocked at first sight. I hear the cooing of chickens every morning. Ducks must go to the river every day and come back by themselves at night. Mules are put on the hills or on the slopes by the river every day.
Behind grandma's house is Castle Peak, and it happened to be the rainy season when we went back. I think only in this way can we reflect the beauty of this mountain. Rain washed the leaves of chestnut, banana and persimmon trees on this hillside green, and the blue sky really looked like a beautiful landscape painting. I am breathing fresh air here, and my mood is indescribable. This kind of scenery is invisible in our city. It's a fairyland on earth! Look at the photos I took below, and everyone feels the same way.
In front of grandma's house, there is a river. Dad took us to the river to play. The water in the river is crystal clear and looks like transparent blue silk from a distance, lying quietly in the embrace of the earth. This mountain and water are a combination of static and dynamic, and the combination of monotony and wonderful constitutes the most beautiful scenery. Small fish swim happily in the water from time to time. How beautiful it is for us to swim in the shallows and feel the beautiful scenery between green mountains and green waters!
Grandma's primary school composition 500 words 8 Grandma has a pair of warm hands, which are wrinkled by the rings of years, as rough as old bark and as chapped. But under this rough and cracked surface, there is a warm current that makes me feel kind and comfortable.
I remember when I was in kindergarten, my grandmother held my little hand tightly with her warm big hand every day, accompanied me on the way to and from school, talking and laughing, and spent my wonderful childhood!
When I can go to school independently, my grandmother helps me hang my bag on my shoulder with both hands, so I go to school happily; When I came home from school, my stomach was flat and I was hungry. My grandmother's hand helped me unload the heavy schoolbag on my shoulder as always, and then I hurried into the kitchen. Soon, delicious food appeared before my eyes. When I was wronged, grandma's hands gently took me into her arms, gently stroked my head, comforted my young and injured heart, and encouraged me to do better and work harder next time. ...
In life, sometimes you accidentally get your clothes dirty. Grandma's hands always rub clothes skillfully until the stains disappear. What impressed me most was that my grandmother helped me wash clothes. It was a bitterly cold morning. I climbed out of the warm bed and hurried to the bathroom, only to find that grandma was going to wash my clothes again. As soon as her hand touched the cold water, it suddenly shrank back, and then tried several times, until the temperature of her hand adapted to the cold water, she began to rub it. Those red and purple hands are sliding and rubbing rhythmically in soap bubbles. I saw it, and I cried out in distress, "Grandma, you can't do this! Use the washing machine! " She casually said, "If the washing machine can't be cleaned, my grandson won't look beautiful in dirty clothes." Say that finish, she "bitter" dry up again. Seeing this scene, I secretly made up my mind that I must study hard and be filial to my grandmother when I grow up.
Grandma's hands are warm and kind. It is the propeller on my way forward and the ladder on my way up.