Grandpa is writing a composition with a hat in his hand.

1. Look at the picture and write the words. Monkeys and grandfathers grab hats. Look at the pictures and write words in grade two. 100 word: monkey imitation.

One day, an old man picked out his hat with a bamboo basket and went to the market to sell it. Walking, the old man is tired from walking. He lay under the tree for a while and fell asleep unconsciously. Grandpa woke up and said, "Hey? Where's my hat? " Grandpa heard the sound of laughing and slapping in the tree, looked up and said, "It turned out that a group of little monkeys took my hat one by one!" " "

The little monkey imitated the appearance of the grandfather and put a hat on his head. Grandpa said, "Give me my hat back quickly!" "The little monkeys obediently took out their hats one by one. Then, the little monkeys quickly threw their hats into the bamboo basket.

Then, grandpa took the bamboo basket to the market and sold it.

The old man picked up an excellent composition in the porcelain bowl. "Hey, little ancestor, this is not for you." "Well, that, that is not good. That's my baby. Don't fall and touch me. " He is nagging here again. He is an old man in our village, living with his wife, and his son is stumbling around outside.

The treasure among the old people was brought back by my son from an antique shop a few years ago. People in the village say that they are an eccentric couple, because the old man is kind to everyone, but his wife is just the opposite. On this day, he was cleaning his porcelain bowl again. The old man is full of white hair. After years of precipitation, he can no longer find the appearance of struggle when he was young, but his hair seems to stand on end, with his head held high and some dust flying and jumping on his head. "I told you not to touch these things!" To tell the truth, I was scared by him. He picked me up and I looked at his clothes. I remember the last time he wore it. Large and small patches piled up on it, lingering. "Old man, it's time to eat" and "Come, come". I haven't said goodbye to the old man, but his wife gave me a bad look. I know she's ordering us to leave. A table and two people form a lonely world. Silver, gray silver, a full moon hanging high on the branches, the Mid-Autumn Festival is here. Every time the old people in the village get together to drink and chat, the old people are no exception. They drink and eat meat under the tree. "Lao li, I heard that your son came back. Don't drink this wine. Your son must be anxious at home. " The old man said. "Ok, I'm sorry, I'll go first." How ironic and yearning Lao Li left with a smile on his face. "Lao Zhang, I heard that your family is in a hurry to use money. Don't say anything How much is it? " The old man said. "Really?" Lao Zhang said, "My gambler's son owes money again, hey." The old man smiled, sad and indifferent. Before long, everyone broke up except the old man. He looked up at the moon, and I knew he was thinking about his son again. Finally, he left, and a shadow walked alone on the ground, sad. I don't know when the old man's health is getting worse and worse. I often cough and sometimes I cough and bleed. Red and white, so enchanting. Every time, he would say with a smile that he was old and useless, and then continue to clean the porcelain bowls. "Pa" I don't know who said the old man was dead. I hurried to the old man's house. I don't know who came first. On the ground, I saw a broken porcelain bowl and bright red blood on the ground. I wonder who will answer it. For a long time, his son came.

Sweat hung on his face, big and small. When he saw the old man's closed eyes, those "sweat" could no longer support and fell down at will. He stepped forward and picked up the porcelain bowl trembling. The bright red blood dripped down his hand and merged with the previous blood. ...

Grandpa, who looks at pictures and writes humorous words in senior two, is very humorous. Today, he suddenly said, "Xinyu, will you braid your grandpa's hair?"

I listened and smiled. "Boys don't braid their hair," grandpa said solemnly. "Come on, stop nagging." I heard it and thought, it's true. What braid is it? It's ugly. But I still carefully separated a handful of hair and tied it with red rope, one, two and three. .. when I tied my grandfather's head into a braid, he picked up the mirror, looked left and right, and said, "How beautiful!" I said, "It's not pretty at all. Take it off. " Grandpa said, "Good-looking." When we went out, we all laughed in the room.

Grandpa went out to feed the dog and mixed it with the dog's favorite soup, but when the dog saw that Grandpa was busy, he ran to the kennel and pointed it at him. Grandpa said, "What happened to the dog today?" With that, he grabbed the dog and put his head on the soup. The dog got angry, barked "woof-woof" and jumped on grandpa. Grandpa left angrily, and the dog wolfed it down!

Grandpa went to feed the chickens again. When chickens see grandpa, they jump around and hide in the house. Grandpa was very surprised. He scattered rice on the ground and left. Look, the chickens are scrambling to eat. I burst out laughing.

Grandpa looked surprised and said, "What happened today?" I said loudly, "You scared me." Grandpa said, "Why are they all afraid?" I smiled and said, "You look so strange." Grandpa said, "Yes, people, if they are strange and wear strange clothes, will have such consequences."

Oh, I finally understand what grandpa means!

4. Look at the pictures and write words. Kind Grandpa Yesterday, a grandfather died not far from my home. Although I can't even name him, I know him well. Grandpa, who stayed in my mind, was thin and had big eyes. What impressed me most was his kind face. I was deeply saddened to learn of his death. Before long, the news spread all over the streets, and everyone's face showed a sad look, and his mouth kept saying "good man, good man." I heard that grandpa died of bronchitis. Grandpa is very kind. Although he is so old, he always helps others, and everyone he meets is amiable. Grandpa is very kind to everyone, and all the men, women and children in the street are also very kind and respect him. Grandpa loves children very much.

When I go out, I often put some sugar in my pocket. When I saw a child, I took out a few for him to eat, so the children in the street always looked very affectionate when they saw grandpa, and kept shouting "Grandpa". One time. Grandpa bought some, and when he passed by my house, he came in specially, took three peaches out of his bag and stuffed them into my hand. He smiled and said, "Take it, son!" " Grandpa has nothing good for you to eat. "I took the peach and felt very excited. I quickly said, "Thank you, Grandpa." Grandpa smiled and shook his head, staggered out of the door and staggered forward. I stood at the door, watching grandpa's back disappear at the end of the street. Now my grandfather has passed away, but his bent back will remain in my mind forever.

A short story five minutes before class Long ago, there lived an old man at the foot of the mountain. He knits his own hat for a living. One day, an old man went to the market to sell a basket of hats he had worked so hard to knit. To go to the market, you must pass a hill where many little monkeys live.

Grandpa walked and walked. When he reached the foot of the mountain, he was really tired. He went to a big tree and sat down to have a rest. Because the sun shines through the cracks in the leaves from time to time, grandpa picks up a hat and covers his face.

At that time, there was a naughty little monkey. He saw grandpa covering his face with a hat, which was very interesting. He jumped down from the tree, took a hat and put it on to cover his face. Other monkeys saw it and jumped down from the tree one after another, imitating his appearance, holding it one by one, learning the appearance of grandpa and wearing it on their heads. I am having a swell time.

Soon, grandpa woke up. However, when he stood up and looked into the basket, hey, where's my hat? He looked around, but why didn't he see anything? Strange, did a thief steal my hat? Suddenly, he heard a strange noise in the tree and looked up. Hey, why are all my hats on the monkey's head? He said, "monkeys, give me my hat back quickly." Who knows, the little monkeys simply don't understand grandpa's words and play harder.

Now the old man is in a hurry, what should he do? Suddenly, grandpa had a brainwave. Don't monkeys like to learn from others? So grandpa came up with an idea. He holds a hat in his left hand and pretends to tickle in his right. He looked up and sure enough. The monkeys were still holding a hat in their left hand, and their right hand began to tickle. Grandpa smiled. Throw the hat into the basket and clap your hands. As a result, the monkeys in the tree also threw their hats into the basket one by one and clapped their hands.

Grandpa was so happy that he tidied up his hat and went to the market to sell it. Good audio version of bedtime stories: listening to stories since childhood and sleeping with your baby every night ~

6. In the first grade, I read the picture and wrote a message to bring tea to my grandfather. My grandfather is over 60 years old. He is over 60 years old. His white-haired face is full of wrinkles, and his kind eyes make people feel warm.

Grandpa likes me best, and I am close to him. Recalling that my grandfather used to send me to school and home every day, I felt very uncomfortable.

I made up my mind to do something for grandpa. On this day, I came home from school and saw my grandfather trimming flowers and plants in the yard. I was so tired that I couldn't keep back.

I was so distressed that I quickly brought a small bench to my grandfather and shouted, "Grandpa, sit down and rest for a while." Grandpa said, "Well, thank you, my lovely granddaughter."

I saw a thick layer of tiny sweat on grandpa's face, so I quickly brought him a glass of water and let him drink some water to moisten his throat. Then I walked behind my grandfather, clenched my fists and patted him on the back. I slapped grandpa's stiff shoulder and was in no hurry to relax his back.

Grandpa turned his head and smiled and said to me, "Good boy, thank you. My back is much more comfortable. " I smiled happily.

7. Look at the picture and write about an old man's sunny day. I followed my parents up the hill.

You can smell the local flavor from a distance, and you can see the sweaty work of farmers' uncles on the road. Some are driving cattle to hold plows in farmland, and some are carrying pesticide boxes to spray herbicides on the ground.

Halfway up the mountain, the grass buds have just drilled out of the ground and the leaves on the tree have just stretched out. Everything looks so fresh and gentle. I got off the bus happily. There are so many bugs! Spiders, butterflies, beetles suddenly, I heard the engine buzzing. Turned out to be a "monster"-a fly. I was scared and thought, will I get lost? Will it be bitten by insects? These questions slowed me down.

My mother seemed to read my mind and deliberately said to my father, "Look at this little root vegetable, come and dig it." I also went over curiously and asked, "What, what?" I see it has a long green tail and a big round white head. It is a small root vegetable.

Dad walked down the path from the tea ceremony and let me go when he found bracken. I walked carefully, the cat was hunched, wearing a hat and waving a small shovel. It was really harmful at first, but picking vegetables was very interesting, and I slowly forgot my fear. I also found a plant with dark red color, sparse hair and curly hair, which grows in piles like bracken. I squatted down and compared this plant with the bracken in my hand. No, Pteridium aquilinum is green, smooth and hairless, slightly curved with three claws, while this plant has only one claw. Mom came to tell me that this is a "monkey leg" and can also be eaten.

This time I went up the mountain, not only let me know a lot of dishes, but also learned the truth that "there is no dung smell, so it brings me five grains"!

8. In the first grade, I read the picture and wrote a message to bring tea to my grandfather. My grandfather is over 60 years old. He is over 60 years old. His white-haired face is full of wrinkles, and his kind eyes make people feel warm. Grandpa likes me best, and I am close to him. Recalling that my grandfather used to send me to school and home every day, I felt very uncomfortable. I made up my mind to do something for grandpa.

On this day, I came home from school and saw my grandfather trimming flowers and plants in the yard. I was so tired that I couldn't keep back. I was so distressed that I quickly brought a small bench to my grandfather and shouted, "Grandpa, sit down and rest for a while." Grandpa said, "Well, thank you, my lovely granddaughter." I saw a thick layer of tiny sweat on grandpa's face, so I quickly brought him a glass of water and let him drink some water to moisten his throat. Then I walked behind my grandfather, clenched my fists and patted him on the back. I slapped grandpa's stiff shoulder and was in no hurry to relax his back. Grandpa turned his head and smiled and said to me, "Good boy, thank you. My back is much more comfortable. " I smiled happily.