My grandfather is a master of welding iron and writes compositions.

1. A person I admire writes a 600-word composition. The person I admire most is the cleaner. I have only met her once, but her image and spirit of serving the people are engraved in my heart like a sharp knife, which left a deep impression on me. In her, I realized a lot of life truths.

The first time I met her was at that time, on my way to school, when it was raining heavily. People on the road are all wearing raincoats and umbrellas and rushing home. At this moment, I saw a man cleaning up the garbage beside the garbage dump in front of my house. Who is there? This heavy rain shouldn't be a cleaner, should it? With questions, I went over. I saw a dusty aunt wearing a tattered raincoat (water came in from the hole in the raincoat). She cleans up the rubbish very carefully. I was very surprised. I've never seen a cleaner clean up our garbage in such a heavy rain since I was a child. He holds a shovel in his left hand and a broom in his right. He sweeps garbage into the shovel with a broom and holds the shovel with a broom. Then "send" the garbage into the garbage truck with a shovel. I can't help asking: "Auntie! Are you still cleaning up the garbage in such a heavy rain? Just come back tomorrow. " At this time, aunt wiped the rain on him. At that time, he could not tell whether it was rain or sweat. ) hit a "Haqiu". Ah! She caught a cold because she was caught in the rain! She picked up the broom again and told me in her hoarse voice, "No! If I don't clean up this rubbish as soon as possible today, there will be more bacteria breeding. At that time, the smell will float into the sky, so that you will be affected and the city will be affected! " After listening to her words, I asked again, "But you have a cold! I have to see a doctor! " After listening to my words, it seems that she just remembered her illness. Smiled and said: "Nothing! My cold is only related to my own health, but cleaning up the garbage is related to everyone's health. Do you think everyone's health is more important or your own health is more important? Of course, everyone's health is very important! So, I have to pick up some garbage and go to see a doctor! " With that, she picked up a broom and shovel and went on working.

At this moment, I froze. Some people look down on them because of their humble occupation and status, and avoid them everywhere because they are dirty. In fact, how great they have become. If there were no cleaners in the world, the streets and alleys would be full of rubbish. By that time, it will stink and the earth will be like a garbage dump. Is it beautiful? They contributed to the beauty of the earth. That cleaner just now was like that. When she has a cold, she thinks about everyone's health, not herself. Some people always look at them with discriminatory eyes and say that they are useless, but they still clean up the garbage for us seriously without complaining. In this rainy day, in this humble corner, almost no one will find this "city beautician", let alone come here to praise her, but she still makes extraordinary achievements in that ordinary post. Her spirit is admirable and worth learning.

I haven't seen her since, but his spirit inspired me. It tells me that people live in this world to make contributions to themselves and everyone.

The person I admire most is not a great man, rich man or dazzling star, but a simple cleaner.

Write a composition saying that Grandpa is a capable businessman. I have lived with my grandparents since I was a child. Grandpa is very kind to me. Let me choose a few things to say!

I remember one summer when I was a child, I was playing with water in the yard and suddenly felt a headache. I called my grandparents. My grandmother is taking a nap and my grandfather is reading the newspaper. Hearing this, grandpa went to the yard and asked me what was wrong. I said I had a headache. He touched my hot forehead, picked me up and ran to the hospital. When I arrived at the hospital, I prescribed more than 50 yuan of medicine and went home to eat.

This summer vacation, my grandfather and I played chess in the yard. I was about to win the game when a bee touched my face. Fortunately, I didn't bite me, so I won the game. After a while, I was about to eat grandpa's car when the damn bee came again. I ran back to the house to get the fly swatter. When I came out, it was gone. I don't know when a bee came and stung the middle finger of my right hand. Grandpa quickly patted it to death and wiped the stung place on my hand. It's okay now.

Another time, I made a mistake, and my grandfather called me aside to educate me, saying that what I did was wrong and I had to correct it. He also told me many reasons. He taught me never to hit me, and I made up my mind not to make mistakes again.

I am proud that I have such a grandfather. Grandpa loves me very much, and I am very proud.

My grandfather is a painter.

1949, grandpa, who just graduated from Changsha Chinese Art School, joined the revolutionary propaganda team, and used his paintings to draw various posters such as "reducing rent and opposing hegemony" and "returning to the land".

1952, grandpa was transferred to the newspaper office. For decades, grandpa has traveled all over the country with rich creations, which can be said to be "paintings and the like".

Grandpa's paintings are not only well-known in China. Last year, Hong Kong Ta Kung Pao published three full-page sketches of Grandpa's travels, Miao Village scenery paintings in western Hunan and Three Gorges scenery paintings, which also had strong repercussions overseas.

My grandfather made a lot of jokes when he was on a business trip, because he just wanted to paint.

Once, grandpa went to Gezhouba to sketch and lived in a small shop near the dam. The house was full, so grandpa had to sleep on a makeshift cold plate. In the middle of the night, the security personnel woke him up and looked at his wrinkled clothes and a pair of worn rubber shoes. The security personnel were full of doubts and questioned him closely. It was not until Grandpa took out his press card that the security personnel inexplicably asked, "Why don't you stay in a hotel?" "It's close to the dam, so it's easy to sketch." Grandpa said flatly.

On another occasion, grandpa went to a remote hut to sketch, climb mountains and paint all day, and returned to the store hungry and thirsty. But the waiter brought me a meal. Grandpa swallowed it to cope with his stomach. The story behind is that grandpa has diarrhea for three days. From then on, whenever grandpa went on a business trip, grandma always brought him antidiarrheal drugs.

Now, grandpa has retired. But he never stops, writing and drawing all day, which is busier than the last 8-hour class. Recently, Grandpa is going to co-write the book Tourism in China with Professor of Geography (Chinese American) of the University of Pittsburgh.

For decades, grandpa has devoted his love for art, the magnificent mountains and rivers of the motherland and life to painting. I admire grandpa's simplicity, diligence and willingness to endure hardships. I am determined to learn from my grandfather and become an accomplished "female painter" like him in the future!

4. My ideal is to be a welder and write a 300-word composition, which is the sun of life; Ideal is a bright light to illuminate the future; Ideal is everyone's best friend when growing up. And my ideal is to be an engineer of human soul-a teacher.

Teacher, this profession may be ordinary and ordinary in people's eyes, but in my eyes, it is extraordinary and sacred. Because it can teach people a lot of knowledge and contribute to the cultural construction of the motherland. So becoming a teacher is my greatest ideal.

When I was a child, I saw the teacher standing on the podium and giving us lessons, so I took us to read aloud with textbooks and taught us a lot of knowledge. How awesome! At that time, I had a great ideal in my heart-to be an excellent teacher. At that time, I probably just wanted to have fun, thinking it was easy to be a teacher. But as I grow up day by day, I also understand that being a teacher is not that easy. I need to have high education, courage and knowledge ... but no pains, no gains. I believe that if I work hard, I will succeed.

Therefore, for my ideal, I will try my best to realize and struggle. I want to absorb knowledge in my life. In my study, I should listen carefully and learn more knowledge; Think more, think more; Read more books and increase more knowledge for yourself; Enrich my knowledge and broaden my horizons ... In the future, I can teach more knowledge, more knowledge and more things to more people, and then I can contribute to the cultural construction of the motherland.

Maybe I will inevitably encounter some setbacks in the process of realizing my ideal, but as long as I think that if I have the opportunity to realize my ideal in the future, then I will persevere and strive to realize my ideal.

5. Write the composition of grandparents. My grandparents are very ordinary farmers. They treat people warmly and sincerely. My parents work in other places, and my grandparents take care of my life. They are the people who care about me the most and love me the most.

My health is not good. Every time I feel sick, they are extremely worried. I was ill in the hospital, and my grandmother couldn't sleep well and took good care of me. I was moved and distressed to see my grandmother wrinkled and exhausted. In those days, no matter whether it is windy or rainy, grandpa will go to school by bike, ask me for leave and ask for homework. In order to insure me, he ran between the school and the hospital several times, unable to sleep or eat well. How sad this makes my granddaughter! One day, it will rain. Grandpa rode his bike to the hospital to meet me, left me at home and hurried back to meet grandma. However, before my grandparents got home, it began to rain. It's all wet, and I cried with distress, grandparents! It's all my fault.

Since then, I have only one wish, I hope I won't get sick again. So grandparents don't have to work so hard. I don't want them to worry about me and work hard for me.

Now, my father took me to Beijing for treatment. I am happy, my parents are happy, and my grandparents are happier! I will study hard, think hard and have a good class in the future. I will never live up to my grandparents' expectations and their efforts for me! Grandparents can rest assured that granddaughter must work hard! Let me sincerely say to you here: thank you, grandparents!

6. Write a composition about "Grandpa is my role model" with the theme of "role model". I was born in a happy and colorful family. There are eight people from my grandparents' home to my uncle's, which is not a "big family"!

Among them, my favorite is my grandfather, and I like his kindness. Grandpa is nearly seventy years old, of medium build, and his face is ruddy and shiny. He can see at a glance that he is healthy, and his deep eyes seem to see everything. But when I laugh, my eyes turn into curved crescent, and I can't find them anymore. A head of gray hair is always neatly combed, especially energetic.

Grandpa is good at everything except being a little stingy. No, every time you eat, anyone who drops two grains of rice will always signal you to eat; Every time the vegetables are washed, the water is put in the bucket and reserved for recycling-flushing the toilet; As long as you walk out of the room, grandpa will click to turn off the lights. I said to myself, "Grandpa is so stingy!"

One day at noon, however, I changed my mind about grandpa. Hardly had we sat down to eat when the door was gently pushed open. Mom was just about to get up when an old man in rags with a sack in his hand leaned into the middle of his body and said with a strong foreign accent, "Brother, can I have some water to drink?" Say that finish, then back half a body, squatting outside the door. Grandpa shouted, "Come in, it's cold outside!" " Grandpa refused at first, but he couldn't help but persuade him. He came in and drank some hot tea, but his eyes glanced at the food on the table from time to time. Careful grandpa looked in his eyes and asked kindly, "haven't you eaten yet?" I will give you a bowl of rice! Hearing this, the old man waved his hand again and again, then opened his sack and said, "No, no! If you buy me a roll of silk, I will have money to eat. " Grandpa was busy eating and didn't answer.

Grandpa may be too hungry to refuse to work and wolf it down. Grandpa repeatedly said, "Eat slowly and stop choking!" " "Grandpa said, while put a few pieces of braised pork into the bowl. I muttered to myself: isn't grandpa usually very stingy? What a generous day! The grandfather who had eaten half his meal stopped his meal, slowly raised his head, but with tears in his eyes, he choked and said, "Thank you, thank you! "

Later, we heard from grandpa that his family was in Shanxi, and his son forced him to go out and sell silk rolls for nearly half a month. Grandpa's journey is dusty, similar to begging along the street. It doesn't seem to sell much. Grandpa was very angry and turned red. Then he took out 100 yuan and put it in grandpa's hand, saying, "No silk. This money will be used as your travel expenses. Go back to your hometown as soon as possible! " Grandpa's hand holding a hundred-dollar bill kept shaking. ...

I can't help but feel respect in my heart. It turns out that my grandfather is not stingy. I can't help but give grandpa a thumbs-up quietly. Dear grandpa, you are really my role model!

7. Seeking the role model in my mind at the beginning of the composition is about my grandfather. He should have a literary color, a head of silver hair, and a vicissitudes of life face engraved with traces of time.

He, working day and night for the happiness of his children and grandchildren, has quietly climbed up the corner of his eye. In his muddy eyes, he is calm and firm ... this is my grandfather.

Spring is coming again. Walking by the beautiful lake, the willows are slender and slender, and the slender leaves are glowing with little green light. From a distance, they look like a green gem. Willow branches are not inferior, with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, soft and soft, lingering, like a beautiful woman with outstanding charm.

At this time, I always think of my grandfather, the dazzling crown he knitted for me ... I still clearly remember that when I was five or six years old, I always took my grandfather's rough hand and asked him to take me to the sparkling stream to play. When I got to the stream, I stepped barefoot on the soft lawn, then did a somersault, and then pretended to fall.

Looking at my naughty appearance, grandpa will always be infected by my ignorance and innocence, laughing at the side. When I am tired of playing, Grandpa will tell me many interesting stories about his childhood, and I will listen carefully.

Sometimes, grandpa will show me his specialty-weaving crowns. I was so happy that grandpa broke a wicker from the willow tree and began to knit.

At this time, grandpa just like magic, put the wicker in his hand for seven turns and eight turns, and a beautiful corolla appeared. Grandpa picked some small flowers, put them in the corolla and put them on my head. I laughed and danced happily, and my grandfather and I were immersed in infinite joy ... However, the happy time with my grandfather did not last long. My parents left my hometown when I was young and came to work in the Soviet Union.

I still remember the bus ride eight years ago. I grabbed grandpa's clothes, crying and shouting, and didn't want to leave. In those years in my hometown, because my parents were busy with work, I lived behind my grandfather, and now we are going to separate. How can you forget your feelings with grandpa in recent years with this car?

"Go, son, although grandpa is very reluctant to part with you, you still have to stay with your parents!" Grandpa stroked my head and said. "No, Grandpa, I want to be with you."

"Son, listen, let's go." Grandpa let go of my hand pulling his clothes.

I had to turn away with tears in my eyes. When I left, I saw my grandfather's eyes glistening with tears. I have lived here for eight years, and gradually got used to the life here, and gradually alienated from my home.

However, in my hometown, I am most concerned about my grandfather. I heard that my parents are going home to visit relatives this year, and my smile has already permeated my face.

I excitedly called my grandfather many times to report the news of going home to visit relatives. From the other end of the phone, I seemed to see grandpa's beaming. The Spring Festival is coming, and along the way, I was so happy that I couldn't eat or sleep.

Although it is only a few short hours from here to home, it is extraordinarily long for me. Home, "Susan, Susan."

I heard grandpa calling my name in the distance. "Grandpa, I'm here."

I run as fast as grandpa. It turned out that grandpa knew that we were going home today and waited outside the door early.

I looked at grandpa's haggard face. He is getting old. He is really old. When I got home, grandpa asked me questions and I answered them all.

After all these years, grandpa still cares about me so much. Grandpa always puts delicious dishes in my bowl when eating.

My tears are spinning in my eyes. It's been eight years, and when I get home again, I feel an unparalleled sense of intimacy.

Grandpa helps me clean my parents' room every year and looks forward to our return at the door every year. Every year, I am disappointed ... time is short, and the days of going home pass quickly. Grandpa and I are very happy. I can think of parting soon, and my heart is full of infinite sadness. Yes, I don't know when we can meet again. But just a few months after the Spring Festival, the bad news of grandpa's death came from home. I am very sad, but I have to stay here because of the exam.

During the Spring Festival, I took a photo with my grandfather. In the photo, he smiled at me, so kind and peaceful. I looked at him silently, and a tear fell on the photo ... Grandpa, grandpa, you will live in my heart forever. I miss you deeply ... I hope I can help you.

8. Imitate the composition of Grandpa Qi Baishi who painted shrimp and write a short essay of about 200 words. Qi Baishi's paintings

I like painting very much at ordinary times. Today, I saw a painting by painting master Qi Baishi-shrimp. I have painted shrimps before, but compared with Grandpa Qi Baishi's shrimps, it is a far cry from each other.

The shrimps painted by Grandpa Qi Baishi are vivid and crystal clear. It seems that if you stir the water in the pool, the shrimp will be frightened and run away. According to my mother, Grandpa Qi Baishi painted this "shrimp" to paint it well, no matter how lucky he was to observe it for a long time. The same is true of other paintings, such as the grasshopper he painted. In order to make the painting better, Grandpa Qi Baishi chased the grasshopper vividly in the scorching sun. Others asked him to tie up the grasshopper for painting, but said that the tied grasshopper was unnatural. What a respectable old man this is!

When I grow up, I also want to learn from Grandpa Qi Baishi and his perseverance and never give up.