A 500-word composition about me and my grandfather.

A. My story with my grandparents 1700-word composition

I read a story at noon today. The name of the story is "Flying House". The story goes like this:

Grandma has always lived in a beautiful countryside, and she feels very happy to have someone to talk with her every day. But now that grandma is old, Tingting's parents have taken her to live in the city.

Tingting lives upstairs. Grandma thinks Tingting's home is like a small box, and it feels like a bird in a cage. It's boring. Mom and dad go to work, Tingting goes to kindergarten and grandma is at home. It's so boring. She wants to plant flowers, but the tall building blocks the sunshine, and flowers can't live without the sunshine. She wants to keep a cat, but she is afraid that the meowing cat will keep the whole family awake.

Grandma is bored. She wants to go back to her hometown in the countryside. Tingting told her many stories and said, "When I go to kindergarten, you will tell my story to the doll, so that I won't be lonely." Grandma likes listening to Tingting's story "Flying House" best. She thought: Let this small box house fly to her hometown in the countryside. As a result, the small box house really flew to her hometown in the countryside, where there were Woods, grasslands, wild flowers, pigs, kittens, puppies and chickens. Everybody come and talk to grandma. Grandma is very happy.

The sun is going down, and the little box flies back. Mom and dad came back from work, and Tingting kindergarten came back. Everyone ate and talked, and they had a good time.

After reading this story, I remembered my grandparents, who also had a bungalow with a big yard in their hometown. They said that jujube and pomegranate trees were planted in the yard, dogs and rabbits were raised, and garlic, vegetables and tomatoes were planted in the field. Very interesting! Grandparents like living in their hometown very much, because they say the air there is good, living there is particularly comfortable and it is particularly cool in summer. In the past, my grandparents often lived in my hometown when I was in kindergarten.

However, since I went to school, they have come back from their hometown to take care of me. They cook for me every day, send me to school, go to school and play with me. Very hard! I go to school every day and my grandparents are at home. In the evening, when my mother comes back, I will practice piano and write a blog with my mother. When dad comes back on Saturday, I play with dad. Now that I think about it, I really have too little time with my grandparents! They must be bored, too They must be very sad! If only my house could fly. My grandparents flew back to their hometown to play when I was at school, and I flew back after school.

Tingting is a sensible boy. Grandma is bored at home. She told her many beautiful stories. I also want to learn from Tingting.

Before going to school, I have no time to accompany my grandparents. Now, it is winter vacation, so I don't have to go to school. There will be a lot of time every day. I want to spend more time with my grandparents and tell them stories I read in books, because they like me best. When they are tired, I beat their backs. When they are bored, I will take them to play games and play the violin to make them happy every day!

B. the beginning of my story composition with grandpa.

My grandfather lives in his hometown Anjia Village. He loves me very much. He comes to see me every once in a while and brings me a lot of green food, all of which are native products of his hometown.

Today is Friday. Grandpa called to see me in the morning and will arrive in the afternoon. In the afternoon, I just entered the yellow belt of Taekwondo and did physical training all afternoon, which made me ache all over. After school, my mother told me that my grandfather was coming, and my pain immediately subsided a lot. I rushed home and saw grandpa smoking downstairs. I cried excitedly: "Grandpa!" Grandpa saw me and smiled kindly and said, "Good boy, school is over. Grandpa brought you delicious food! " "Say that finish, grandpa affectionately touched my head with his hand. I carefully observed my grandfather, and saw that he had silver hair, more and more wrinkles on his face, and his back was more bent. Grandpa was obviously aging. Time waits for no one! My nose is sour and tears are rolling in my eyes.

I helped my grandfather upstairs and told him that I had recently signed up for a guitar class. I took out my guitar and showed it to him. Grandpa smiled with relief and said, "I liked music very much when I was young. Music can cultivate people's sentiment and make people feel comfortable. You should study hard and teach me later. " "

"Good," I answered quickly, and then I taught my grandfather some basic fingering. Grandpa played very seriously, and his clumsy movements made me laugh.

In the evening, my mother killed a chicken for us to eat. I personally brought my grandfather a bowl of chicken soup and a bowl of chicken nuggets. Grandpa is busy praising me as a good boy. My heart is as sweet as honey.

After dinner, due to the sultry upstairs, I accompanied my grandfather downstairs to enjoy the cool. Grandpa told me interesting stories about my hometown and taught me a lot about being a man. I listened with relish and we had a good time.

Today, my grandfather and I had the happiest time. I love my grandfather and hope he will live a long and healthy life. When I grow up, I will respect my grandfather.

C. a 350-word composition of my grandparents and me.

Me, my grandparents and my father. ! ,! ,,! In fact, the invasion has already taken place. I don't want to be fine-you don't even know if the law is right. You are my distressed love, a stock market, energy saving. I've read enough. I don't want to share information with anyone after reading America. It is true that it happened at once. Some of you either don't want you, or you can't educate yourself! That's all you have to do. 1. lime song: praise lime. Chant: chant. Refers to a name of the genre of ancient poetry (a form of ancient poetry).

2. Hammer Digging: Numerous hammer digs describe that it is very difficult to mine lime. One thousand, ten thousand: function words, describing a lot. Hammer: Hammer. Chisel: to cut.

3. If you are free: This seems very common. If: as if, as if; Leisure: normal and relaxed.

4. Xiongnu: All of them.

5. Innocence: refers to the pure white color of lime, and also refers to noble moral integrity. Humans: Humans.

It can only be extracted from the deep mountains after being struck by thousands of hammers. It regards the burning of the burning fire as a very common thing.

I'm not afraid of being smashed to pieces. I want to remain innocent in the world17416214992567492582 @ qqblade. I don't want to maliciously slander my face for a long time. I want to read the status bar directory reasonably on the spot. I don't want to go to class. The idea of a digital camera is as energetic as the Shanxi team doctor. My road is full of tears and stray dog bullshit. I don't want to go to work, I don't want to go to class. Happy Caen Day to housewives. Everything seems to be his localized author.

D. Story composition about my great-grandfather 500

Grandpa's name is Ren Fahua, and he is from Quxian County, Sichuan Province. 1933, Ren Jiaba, Yongxing.

1958, when grandpa was the eldest brother (23 years old), he joined the army in the northeast and worked as a company clerk. Perhaps it is because of those years of exercise that grandpa's body is so great!

From 65438 to 0976, Grandfather Tai went to Beijing to be the director of the political department of a military factory (faint at the name), aged 43. Grandpa engages in politics while engaging in education. Grandpa spent most of his thoughts here.

1990, Grandpa is 57 years old. Grandpa knows his fate. This year, grandpa retired gloriously. After grandpa retired, he immediately returned to Chengdu and went to Shuangliu to take care of his middle school sister.

Grandpa traveled all over the country and knew many dialects. So when you talk to us, your accent changes from the southern accent to the northern accent, and Sichuan dialect becomes Mandarin, which is seamless. Sometimes it's even more fun. Grandpa speaks dialect with the voice of Mandarin, and speaks Mandarin with the voice of dialect. After listening, you laughed until March.

Grandpa has only been in Chengdu for ten years, but he knows the local customs like the back of his hand. Why? Grandpa has a habit of walking the streets, watching, listening and asking questions. He knows a lot every day. But grandma thinks this is not a good habit, because grandpa often forgets to bring his mobile phone when he goes out. Even if he opens it, he may not open it. It's hard to reach grandpa. Is grandma worried? What if grandpa disappears? (Ha ha ha! )

Grandpa likes reading best. Yes, especially books about revolutionary traditions. Above all, he likes books. A wall is full of bookcases and books. When there were too many books, grandma had another opinion, and it was all over the house. For the elderly, reading for a long time will affect their health. So grandpa began a real life of collecting books. His books dare not be put in the bookcase, but stuffed under the pillow, in the bedside table, in the balcony closet and in my sister's desk. Grandma won't be angry. Grandpa's reading is always mysterious. Close the door and read quietly.

Great-grandfather is always affable and never loses his temper. When I am the most naughty, I won't yell at you. It's very cultured. In particular, I can risk being criticized by my grandmother at a critical moment to ease the atmosphere, prevent family disputes and get me out of danger.

Oh, this is my grandfather. He has an unusual appearance and unusual characteristics!

E.500 words 15 The story about me and the couplets.

The story of me and couplets

20 10 years, I was only eight years old. I am a hairy child, and I have an unpleasant smell of milk. Everything will make me feel very novel, and I snorted and smiled.

The Spring Festival was coming that year. Grandpa bought some couplets and firecrackers. He said, "The firecrackers will be set off in a few days. The important task now is-let's put up couplets together, shall we? "

Hearing this, I raised my hand and shouted, "I'll post it, too!" " But how do you paste these red papers? "

When the adults heard this, they laughed and glanced at me with their eyes: "If you can't post it, don't post it. Just watch us post it!"

I nunu mouth: "no, no, it's not fair!" " "

Grandpa smiled and picked up a pair of couplets for me to see: "Look, that's it! If you don't try, one more person will have more strength! "

I carefully watched my grandfather post one and stubbornly said, "Then I'll try. There is always a first time! " "

I picked up a piece of "looking up at happiness" and asked my grandfather, "Where is it posted?"

Grandpa dragged me to the back kiln and pointed to the wall beside the kang and said to me, "Come, here it is!" " ! Let's go first, and you stick it slowly. "

I looked carefully, and someone was sleeping on the kang! "Who could it be?" I thought, "everyone is busy, but he sleeps so soundly!" " "I quickly pulled the quilt, trying to see the man's true colors. When I saw his face clearly, I was shocked-how could it be his mother!

I didn't wake my mother, because she was very tired during the day, so it is reasonable not to post couplets.

I crept with a picture of "looking up at happiness" and posted it on the wall behind my mother. However, mom woke up. She gave me a look, smiled and fell asleep again.

I gently labeled "Looking at Happiness", put on my shoes and went out. Ah, mom looks really tired. She, after a hard day, was awakened by me again.

Later, my mother woke up, and I proudly pointed to the picture of "looking up to see happiness" and said to her, "Mom, look, I can post couplets!" Mom smiled: "well, you posted it really well!" " "

The Chinese New Year is coming, and I said to my grandfather, "Either buy red paper this year and write couplets for yourself."

Grandpa said, "OK, I'll buy red paper to write on!" " ! But what if I don't know what to write? "

I said, "Check the information!"

Grandpa is very happy: "OK, you can post it with us this year!" " "

I nodded: "I still want to stick my head on it and see that happiness!" " "

F. Write the story of me and ()

The story of me and my little dog

I remember when I was a child, my home was in the country. The house built by my family is two or three stories high with a big yard in front. Since I was three or four years old, I have known a local dog who has been in my house. My grandfather said it was his father, my great-grandfather, a local dog that he brought home before I was born. "Black hair, green eyes at night ..."

My great-grandfather died less than two years after I was born, at the age of 84. I was born in February, 65438+ 1984. The local dog had been in my house for three months before I was born. I have been a single parent since I was a child, and my mother left after I was born. My father has been dead for many years, and the responsibility of taking care of me falls on my grandfather, grandmother and great-grandfather who are still alive. Listen to my grandfather. Because we are in the countryside, we often have one boiled egg for each person during the Spring Festival, and grandpa's eggs are often ground, half for me and the other half for the dog. Later, my grandfather left, and I slowly grew from an infant to a delicate girl who could babble and walk, and gradually had my own thoughts and sporadic memories. Sometimes I find that what my grandmother gave me is different from what she gave my dog. I will grab two in the dog basin and put them in my mouth when no one is around. Because of this, I got stuck in the bone several times, hehe. Every time I play hide-and-seek with the children around me, I always hide in my kennel and have never been found. Once I ate hot pot at home in winter, I took a large piece of meat from the pot for my dog to eat, but this time he didn't dispose of it as soon as usual, but sniffed it and fell down. I asked my grandfather what was going on, and he told me, "This is a dog hot pot. Dogs don't eat dog meat." As soon as I heard it, I said to my grandfather, "Then I will never eat dog meat again!" " "Dogs don't like to run, and they don't like to rub me. Their bodies have also changed a little. I asked my grandmother what happened to the dog, and she told me that the dog was a mother. I was so excited that I couldn't sleep for several nights. I've been clamoring for my grandmother to take me to see a dog giving birth, but she wouldn't let me see it, so I got the first litter of dogs in a daze (I really don't remember the specific ones), and my curiosity came all over. How did it come into being? Why don't you see "dog eggs" and puppies? Grandma told me that "dogs don't have eggs like chickens (many chickens and ducks in my family at that time), but they just gave birth to babies." "I listened to ask, where did they come from? How was it born? Grandma told me with a smile: "that was spit out from the dog's mouth!" "At that time, I believed my grandmother's words. I didn't know until I was fourteen that dogs wouldn't spit babies out of their mouths. ) ................................................................................................................................................................................

Slowly, when I grew up, I began to feel that my dog was not as beautiful as my classmate's, and I began to proudly ask my father to buy a famous dog. I also moved from the countryside to the city and went back to see my grandparents and dogs once a week. I am not as enthusiastic about dogs as I used to be, because I don't like why he is not a German shepherd or a hunting dog, so imposing, but a native dog. I used to like dogs jumping on me best, but when I grow up, I hate it because its paws are too dirty, which will stain my new clothes. Grandma called and said that the dog had another baby. I said, "So what? Just keep a few more local dogs." When I went back to see my grandparents, I found the room door open and the dog was on my bed. I was so angry that I "k" the dog. (I hit the dog for the first time) And the dog didn't run when it was hit, just curled up and made a little noise. From then on, every time the dog saw me coming home, he just walked around me happily and barked. He never dared to go to my room again, and never dared to come near me again. In the later days, because my father loved me and met my requirements, he bought me a Bassett. Dad didn't know what kind of dog it was when he bought it, so he bought it because he liked it. I said that I often told my father that it was a French dog (grandpa always told me that my mother was in France), so I named the dog "Miss France" (it seems really funny now). With miss France, I always go home. This dog really knows what I mean. From then on, every time I went home, it didn't bite Miss France. For me, it just looked at me with sincere eyes and then wagged its tail desperately. Just as I was enjoying the happy time with Miss France and enjoying the envious eyes of my classmates and neighbors, time flew by secretly ... When I was fifteen, there were many guests at home. In the past, when we ate, dogs always walked around the table. But that year, I locked my dog out of my house because I was afraid that my dog and Miss France would grab something to eat. There was a heavy snow in Hangzhou during the Spring Festival that year ... At this time, an uncle asked me, "Why don't you eat dog hot pot?" Very warm. "A flash in my mind reminded me of my childhood and my dog. I opened the door and saw the dog lying on the snow with green eyes. The snow was particularly bright under the moonlight. I watched the dog wag its tail weakly and said, "Come in!" " But the dog didn't get up, but still lay there slowly wagging its tail. I chose the biggest piece of chicken in the bowl and threw it in front of him. He just looked at it and licked my hand. At this time, my tears flowed down, because I seemed to know what would happen next ... I went to the house to call my father and grandfather, and they helped me carry the dog into the house and held it by the fire, while I kept crying. The dog's tail is getting weaker and weaker, but it is still shaking there. It takes a long time to open your eyes, but it seems so reluctant to close them every time. I cried and asked grandpa and dad, what happened to the dog? Grandpa said: "The dog is old, so stay with grandpa!"! "When I said this, I found my grandfather crying and my father's eyes were red. I looked at grandpa's photo and said, "Grandpa, I know I was wrong. I used to treat it badly. I will change it later. Don't take it away. Please, grandpa! "The great grandfather in the photo has been smiling at me and saying nothing. I have cried for the fourth time since I wrote this. Seeing the dog getting weaker and weaker, I can't erase the scene of opening the door and seeing the dog in the snow. I've been crying. Finally, the dog's eyes are closed forever, and there are two drops of wet tears and two drops of clear tears on both sides of the eyes. At that time, I didn't know what words to use to express my feelings at that time. ...

Dad and grandpa buried the dog under the camphor tree in front of our house. I close my eyes and pray, so go all the way!

Year after year, the old camphor tree is still doing its simple life cycle, sprouting and growing leaves. As a result, it left ... and the small mound below it was still so calm. In autumn, there is always a thick layer of fallen leaves on the mound, which makes it soft ... and the "dog closest to me in the world" is also under this mound. ......

Now, every winter solstice, I will cook a lot of delicious food for him and put it in front of a small mound ... This dog's name is "Husai", which was taken by grandpa, because his skin was wrinkled like a little black tiger when he brought it back, so grandpa named him "Husai"!

The story above is absolutely true. Recall my childhood, my love and my dog with people who love dogs! )

I didn't write it myself, but you seem in a hurry.

I wish I could help you,

G. Write a composition with my grandfather's story as the topic, within 400 words.

Grandpa's love

"Love" is everywhere. We love others every day and are loved by others every day. Love fills the world, and it is all around us. Love, like the sun, always warms us and makes us thrive.

However, among all kinds of love in Qian Qian, grandpa gave me the deepest and most selfless love. Grandpa is 65 years old this year. He is a healthy and happy old man. He is very concerned about my study and life. Every time I finish my composition, he always reads it carefully, points out my advantages and disadvantages, and teaches me some writing skills, which obviously improves my writing level. In addition, grandpa ordered a lot of newspapers for me and told me that reading more, observing more and accumulating more are the secrets of writing a good composition. Grandpa's teaching has benefited me a lot so far.

Grandpa is not careless about my study. I remember, once, I saw an interesting extracurricular problem in my exercise book and did it. But the harder you do it, the more confused you look at it. Half an hour has passed, and there is still nothing to make. I showed this question to grandpa. Grandpa took a look and took out a pen and paper to do it. Five minutes have passed. Grandpa's expression has now changed from a smile to a frown, and he keeps saying, "It's a little difficult, you need to think!" " "When I saw grandpa in trouble, I said," Grandpa, forget it. The topic is extracurricular. Don't do this. "Grandpa shook his head and just laughed.

A week passed and I forgot all about it. One day, however, my grandfather called me to him and took out a small note and a piece of manuscript paper, which puzzled me. It turned out that he was going to tell me how to do that problem. I got excited at once and listened attentively to grandpa's explanation. Grandpa took out the manuscript paper, read the above ideas and operation steps, represented the box in the question with a small piece of paper next to it, and spoke seriously, although the steps of this question were complicated and difficult to understand. Grandpa still explains it with what we already know. I listened with rapt attention, and as my grandfather's thoughts advanced step by step, I was suddenly enlightened.

It turned out that this question was not difficult for grandpa, and he worked out the answer in a moment. The difficulty is how to say it so that I can understand it. He first consulted the professor on the website "Whiteness Know" and got a small lesson plan. He also did it himself, calculated it carefully step by step, and showed his thoughts beside the formula. He also made some small pieces of paper to help me understand with vivid things. Grandpa is so earnest and tireless in my study. Can I afford him if I don't study hard?

Grandpa seems to be a selfless flower sender, sending me fragrant roses, warming me, influencing me and inspiring me.

H. The story of my grandfather and me is 500 words.

In my memory, some unhappy things in the past will not stay in my mind, and most of them are happy things in my mind.

Speaking of happy things, I think of two short stories about the name wine. This is a short story between my family and me, which fully shows that I am a happy fruit in our family. In other words, when I was young, I didn't know a few words, but I knew some simple words. One day, dad brought back a bottle of wine, saying it was for grandpa. I didn't know what it was at that time, so I asked my father. Father said, "This is a kind of wine called Coconut Island Deer Turtle Wine". I didn't know what the word was, and I couldn't hear it clearly, so I said doubtfully, "Degenerate deer turtle wine"? My grandfather didn't fall down and drink any' deer turtle wine'. Besides, is' Degenerate Deer Turtle Wine' for people who have fallen? Is this wine made of fallen deer and turtles? "After this series of questions were asked, the whole family was puzzled and said a lot of messy words. Soon, I only heard the whole family laughing, and I couldn't help laughing. It was a burst of laughter. Ha ha. In this way, every time I buy' Coconut Island Deer Turtle Wine', I will bring up this joke. But' Coconut Island Deer Turtle Wine' was not often bought, so it soon began to fade.

Two short stories about wine names, that's another story. Not long ago, it became a little slippery because of years of pouring water on the road. Grandma accidentally slipped and fell to the ground. I didn't know at first, but grandma told us at the dinner table, so I chimed in and said, "Grandma, you should drink the deer turtle wine now, hehe." Dad suddenly realized, and repeatedly replied: "People who fall like this will definitely not drink any more." That's the story. In retrospect, it's really hard to forget.

First, the story composition of my relatives and me

I was born not long ago, about five months. My mother left me for Suzhou to do business. I will live with my grandparents until I go to school. They provided me with food and shelter and tried to bring me up.

One summer, I may be only 9 years old. It was a frolic time. My sister and I went to the park near my home to play. This is a small park, but there are memories of childhood. My sister and I go to the park whenever we are free. Every time we go to the park, we have to cross the country road with little traffic. I was behind my sister when suddenly a tractor came and ran over me. My grandparents took me to the hospital in a hurry, and the doctor said, "Only filming can't be seen." One film came down and the result was an ankle fracture. I reported that I had rested at home in a plaster for two months. As a result, since then, my feet have left sequelae. As long as you run or walk for too long, your feet will hurt.

At the beginning of school, my classmates went to school in a good mood, but I was not happy at all. Because my feet are not completely. Every time I go home on holiday, grandpa buys me a lot of delicious food. After I finished my homework, grandpa rubbed my legs. Day after day, my legs are completely healed, and I can move freely as before. I like grandpa's loving eyes, which are full of love for me.

Family love is the happiest thing in the world, and everyone has stories with their families. Being with family is real and warm. I love my family.