Write a composition by imitating grandma's strange ears.

1. Who wrote that Ren Rongrong said that grandma's strange ears are not alarm clocks, but noisy, and noisy children. Go to bed too late at night and often oversleep in the morning.

But I have never been late for work. It's all jokes. The noise always wakes me up every morning.

First there was a "thump" sound from downstairs, and then he shouted from top to bottom, "I told you to change your shirt, how did you forget?" Check the hygiene today! Oh, look at your memory! What, it's not too late to change? If you don't change, if I say no, I just don't change ... "Claiming that' you',' you' and' you' are his grandmother. I looked at the clock. It was 7: 30, just right. I got up and went to work.

I work at home in the afternoon and keep writing and writing. At that time, you will naturally hear these "trilogy": "Knock, knock" footsteps upstairs; Then "crash", the sound of kicking the door; Then there was a loud cry: "I'm hungry, please give me a snack!" " ""Why, don't you have anything to eat? Come on, come on, give me a dime and buy two twists! "You said' you',' you' and' you' are of course his grandmother.

I looked at the clock, 4: 30, just right. I go out for a walk and write at night. I am the least noisy person, and I don't think anyone will make a noise, but if he wants to make a noise, you can't help it.

However, it's just right not to make trouble early and not to make trouble late, which is just right for me. How else can I say that there is a clock that can tell the time? But I'm confused these days. I always overslept in the morning, but these days I wake up and rest comfortably. It's still early anyway.

This is not right. Why did you wait for a long time and there was no sound? When I opened my eyes, it was quite bright. Look at the clock Oh, no, it's already 8: 06.

I get up a little slippery, so I have the ability. In five minutes, I got dressed, washed my face, brushed my teeth and walked out with my bag. I/kloc-came to the office in 0/9 minutes, exactly 8: 30.

I just missed breakfast and went to work hungry. Write at home in the afternoon, without looking at the clock. It's a noisy trilogy anyway.

But what happened today? I'm a little hungry and it's getting dark, but the trilogy hasn't started yet. Look at the clock, it's half past six.

A day like this. Two days like this.

Three days like this. Don't eat breakfast in the morning and take a walk in the afternoon, don't you have stomach trouble? I'd rather make trouble. If he doesn't make trouble, I can't live for days.

A day like this. Two days like this.

Three days like this. How many days has it been * * *? Let me count my fingers.

One day, two days, three days, four days, five days, six days, six days I'm in a hurry! Ok, I'll wait for you.

The seventh day, no, the seventh day is Sunday. I'm not waiting. It's the eighth day. On the afternoon of the eighth day, I couldn't write anything anyway Simply, at three o'clock, I took a chair and sat at the gate, waiting for the noisy school to go home.

You have to go through this door anyway. I sat and sat, really bored. I didn't sleep well in the morning, so I dozed off.

I don't know how long I slept, but suddenly I saw a figure walking silently. I quickly opened my eyes and looked: Isn't it just noisy? "make trouble, make trouble!" I quickly stopped him.

"Oh, grandpa, I'm sorry to wake you up!" "No, I didn't ask you to wake me up. I am waiting for you here. " "Grandpa, what can I do for you? ..... But I have to ask first, can you hear me? " "I'm not deaf, how can I hear you? You speak so politely now, I can hear every word clearly, but sometimes you shout loudly, and my ears are deaf ... "The noise turns red.

"I have something to ask you," I said. "Can you come to my house for a while?" "okay.

But let me go up and tell grandma so that she won't have to wait. "So he went upstairs ... but there was no" drumming "footsteps, no" crashing "kicking the door, and no crying. No wonder I can't hear him go to school and leave school.

In the blink of an eye, he was already sitting in front of me. I came straight to the point and asked my question: "Why don't you stop making trouble?" If you don't mess with me, it will be difficult! "I listened, my face turned red and blue, and finally I smiled." Grandpa, the problem is in my grandmother's ear. "

"What happened to your grandmother's ear?" "Her ears are strange. Sometimes she can hear and sometimes she can't hear." "This is called hard of hearing.

What's so strange about it? As you get older, your ears will go backwards. Even I'm starting to have this problem. "

"No, no, no, her ears are different …" So he told me the story of his grandmother's strange ears. It is said that when I came home from school that afternoon, I went upstairs (I told you, this was the first song), kicked the door open with a bang (I told you, this was the second song), threw my schoolbag on the table and shouted (thus the trilogy was completed): "Hungry, hungry, give me something to eat ..."

His grandmother is not elsewhere, but in this room. She sat there listening to the radio with her back to the door.

Claiming to go upstairs, kicking the door and making such a "crash" sound, screaming, her body did not move, as if there was no such sound. The voice that can be heard on several floors, she is in the birthplace of this voice, but she can't hear it. What can I say that she is hard of hearing? Some people may say that this is all because her face is noisy and her ears are noisy, so she can't hear.

I don't care about her, the radio is light, and there are Shaoxing operas, but she listens with relish, just because her ears are facing the radio. If her face is noisy and her ears are noisy, then she must have heard it.

Not exactly. At dinner that night, she and the noisy two people were face to face, right? But her ears still don't work.

Make fun of the food on the table, be happy first. How can you not scramble eggs? He made a hullabaloo about in the morning and told his grandmother that she would eat scrambled eggs tonight.

So he threw away his chopsticks and shouted, "I want to eat scrambled eggs!" " I want to eat scrambled eggs! I want to eat scrambled eggs! "Grandma also stopped using chopsticks.

2. Grandpa's "weird" ear composition My grandfather is over 70 years old.

He is kind-hearted and decisive. But I have strange ears.

There are many interesting things about "strange" ears! One day, my grandparents and I went shopping. I asked, "Let's go to the bookstore …" Grandpa immediately interrupted me and said, "You are so old that you still want to eat potato chips. No! " "Let's go to the bookstore to read." I said loudly.

Grandpa suddenly realized, "I'm going to the bookstore. I thought you wanted potato chips! " "People on the side of the road have burst out laughing. Another time, I was sleeping and my grandfather was watching TV. My grandfather said, "Grandpa, help me turn off the electric blanket. "

Grandpa said angrily, "I watch TV, it's up to you!" " Grandma saw that the situation was not good, so she came in and explained loudly, "Jin Lu just said that he wanted you to help him turn off the electric blanket." "Ah, my hearing was eaten by the dog. "

Grandpa sighed and said. Do you think my grandpa's ears are weird? .

3. Grandma's strange feeling after reading Disciple's Rules taught us this way: Disciple, saint, first filial piety, second honesty.

Love others, but love others. Learn literature if you have spare time.

"Filial piety" shows that "filial piety" is very important to a person. As the old saying goes, "Filial piety is the first virtue".

If a person can't even respect his parents who gave birth to him, then he loses the foundation of being a man. But what is filial piety? In modern society, people are always busy pursuing their own goals. The passion for the pursuit of a house and a car makes us forget to think about our parents at home.

I once saw a public service advertisement on TV: the old man was alone at home and his children told him to go home for dinner. The old man happily prepared the table and waited patiently for the arrival of his children, but the old man waited until he fell asleep. When he woke up, the room was empty. At this moment, the phone rang, belonging to his child. They told him not to come back, and his granddaughter called. Seeing this scene, my heart was shocked. Someone once said: The older people get, the more afraid they are of loneliness.

Did you leave the old people at home alone? No matter how gorgeous a house has no home, it is just a house that can't be called home; A house with a home is a home no matter how shabby it is. What the old people want is not money or a gorgeous house, but a home with family.

Old people give everything for their children, but their hope is that their children can spend more time with them, care more about them and enjoy the most common family happiness together.

4. Grandma's weird ears make reading cards, introduce and edit the contents.

Selected Works of China's Contemporary Famous Fairy Tales Ren Rongrong Volume: Grandma's Strange Ears: The selected series of famous fairy tales seen by readers and friends now provides a set of valuable fairy tales for fairy tale and children's literature researchers, and the excellent works selected in each book are also excellent fairy tales that young readers can directly read and appreciate.

This volume is called "Ren Rongrong Volume" and "Grandma's Strange Ears", which are divided into fairy tales and fairy tales. There are stories with no brains and no hearts, talented acrobats and wonderful fairy tales told by my "mother"-doll.

2 The author introduces the editor

Ren Rongrong, whose real name is Ren Yiqi, is from Heshan, Guangdong, 1923. 1945 graduated from China Literature Department of Daxia University. After that, I worked as an editor and worked in Children's Publishing House and Shanghai Translation Publishing House for a long time. 194 1 translated the first Soviet novel. 1945 translated the first children's literature. Since then, he has regarded children's literature as his lifelong career. He has translated many foreign children's literature works, such as Pushkin's fairy tale poem, Yershoff's fairy tale Little Camel Horse, Italian fairy tale The Adventures of Pinocchio, English fairy tale Peter Pan, The Wind among the Willows, Aunt Poppins Gone with the Wind, Swedish fairy tale Pippi's stockings, Dumbo and so on. He also wrote fairy tales "Unhappy without brains", "A gifted acrobat" and some children's poems.

3 works catalog editing

Fairy tales are mindless and unhappy. 3 A gifted acrobat 13 Grandma's strange ears 20 goblin spells 30 troubled goblins 34 beware of your own goblins 40 adventures, big and small. 46 Fairy tales and children, kittens and adults' words 87 stories of my "mother"-stories told by dolls 89 each have its own beauty. 97 Wait, wait, wait, wait for an opportunity.

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5. My grandmother's 400-word composition (anything else is ok, as long as it is written by someone).

I have an amiable and respectable grandmother with rough hands, wrinkled face, bright eyes and silver hair. This is my first feeling for grandma. Grandma bought me many delicious and interesting things.

Grandma loves me very much, leaving me a piece of candy, a bag of melon seeds and canned fruit from others ... but I ate something I didn't like or dropped it on the table.

Sometimes, my parents are very busy, and my grandmother will take care of me, take me home and send me to school, whether it is hot and dry summer or cold winter. Once it rained heavily, my grandmother went to take me home. I haven't seen her for a long time. Suddenly, my grandmother's figure caught my eye. Grandma came in a hurry, and as soon as she saw me, she asked me, You didn't get caught in the rain, did you? Now, whenever I think of my troubles with my grandmother, I feel really guilty! I really want to say "sorry" to grandma now.

Occasionally, when someone drops a grain of rice while eating, she will pick it up and put it in a small basin and say, "This is very expensive. Be careful next time. " Eat the leftovers, not to mention, she ate before us.

Look, this is my amiable and respectable grandmother.

My grandmother is over 60 years old this year, but she still has a nickname "pistachio" in my family. Why is this? Next, I'll tell you about the episode of the ear.

Because grandma is a little old and hard of hearing, her voice is always vague and she makes some jokes.

I remember one time, my grandmother was watching TV and I was walking around the living room. Suddenly I wanted to ask her if she was hot, so I slapped her and asked her, "Grandma, are you hot?" Grandma replied, "Not hungry." "Are you hot?" I heard my grandmother turn heat into hunger, so this time I put the word "heat" in particular. "Not hungry." Grandma answered again. Grandpa sitting on the side said to me, "Tell your grandmother in Tianjin dialect, not in Mandarin, or you will be surprised if you don't listen." So, I told grandma again in Tianjin dialect. Grandma finally understood what I meant and smiled and said to me, "I heard my granddaughter make it clear this time." I just want to speak louder in the future. " As soon as I sat on the ground, I gasped and said, "That's not loud. My throat is almost broken. "

Grandma is the "pistachio" of our family. Grandma has been working hard for her family all her life. I love my grandma.

6. I admire my grandmother for writing a composition between 350 and 400-she works hard for this family every day and runs around for this family. She-regardless of fatigue, carefully guides the children's life direction every day and guides them to complete their homework. She is my mother.

Once, I was ill and caught a bad cold. My head was very hot and my ears hurt badly. It was already four o'clock in the morning. When my mother found out, she dragged her tired body and drove me to see a doctor. After seeing a doctor, the doctor told my mother that my condition was very serious, which would affect my ears and cause severe pain in my ears, and said that a few bottles of infusion would be fine. Reluctantly, I asked the doctor, "How many bottles should I hang?" "Not much, just three bottles." The doctor replied. I thought to myself, "You are really joking. You don't say much about hanging three bottles. At least you won't be finished until nine tomorrow. You have to go home and change after hanging clothes. I don't think there will be a class tomorrow morning. " I thought about it, and my mother patted me on the shoulder: "What's the point of staying?" Without saying anything, I followed my mother to a room with many small beds and chairs. Then we went to the injection room for an injection and got the bed. I lay on the bed and waited for the nurse to help me with the infusion bag. The nurse came and told me to clench my fist first, then tie a thick yellow belt on my hand, and then stick a needle with a tube into my blood vessel. I suddenly feel a pain in my hand. I was lying in bed, screaming repeatedly that my ears hurt, I couldn't sleep, and I was sleepy. Mom had no choice but to help me * * *, and even lied to me to sleep, saying that it wouldn't hurt when I fell asleep. Sure enough, I fell asleep, probably because of the infusion bag or bottle, and my ears didn't hurt so much. Wake up in the morning and ask mom what time it is. Have you finished the infusion bottle? My mother said wearily, "Oh, you are awake. It's already seven o'clock and the infusion bottle has been finished. Come, go home and change clothes and go to school. " I wanted to say that I had to pull out the needle before I could leave, but I found that the needle had been pulled out. It turns out that my mother stayed up all night and has been waiting for me. The nurse pulled out the needle as soon as the infusion bag was finished.

My good mother, you stayed up all night waiting for me, and you made me feel maternal love all the time. You are really a good role model for me.

Imitate the green stars on your ears and write a composition of at least 100 words. Tonight, a concert will be held in Meng Tong Forest. Little squirrels have to perform singing, and they always dress up beautifully when they perform on stage. How does the squirrel dress up?

Woven a hat with straw, it must look good on your head. The little squirrel was just about to pick grass when the grass cried, "Don't pick me, don't pick me, I hurt!" " "The little squirrel walked away without picking the grass. The little squirrel sees another red rose. The little squirrel thought, "It must be beautiful to weave a necklace around the neck with petals." "He was about to pick roses when the flowers said," Don't pick me, don't pick me, it hurts! ""The little squirrel didn't pick any more flowers, but walked away.

At this time, two fireflies saw it. They said, "Grass is where we play and flowers are where we sleep." . Little squirrels don't pick grass or flowers. How nice of him! "

The moon comes out at night. The squirrel went to the concert without dressing up. He passed by the grass and roses. Two fireflies flew gently and followed the little squirrel.

The performance began, and the first one was the little squirrel. As soon as the curtain was opened, all the audience in the audience were shocked: "The little squirrel is so beautiful tonight! There are two little green stars on his two pointed ears! "

The little squirrel sings so beautifully that all the stars in the sky come out. No one can see that the green stars in the little squirrel's ears are two fireflies.

8. Grandma's jiaozi composition is 600 words, imitating Grandma's zongzi. Grandma's jiaozi is the best jiaozi.

When I was a child, I lived in my grandmother's house. If you eat jiaozi in the morning, grandma will get up early and go out to buy the freshest meat and the best stuffing.

Most of me also get up early, because when I hear that I want to eat jiaozi, I will be extremely excited. The sun just jumps out of a naughty little foot and gets up early. I walked very lightly for fear of disturbing my grandmother (grandmother's mother) who was still sleeping.

Grandma was already in her eighties and her hearing was poor. Supposedly, she couldn't hear any little movements, but what puzzled me when I was a child was that every time I stood quietly in front of my grandmother's house, I found that she had got up. Grandma is holding a claw comb in her hand and slowly combs it down from the top of her hair.

Instead of looking in the mirror, she combed her hair, sat in an old elm chair by the window and looked out sideways. I didn't know what she was looking at, so I asked, "Grandma, what are you looking at?" Grandma sipped her mouth gently and tugged at the corners of her mouth slightly without saying a word.

I looked out of the window, just a few passers-by, a few young people who were in a hurry and were afraid of being late for work, and a few old people with a bunch of fresh vegetables in their hands. Oh, I think I know what grandma is looking at.

Grandma came in, tired and sweating, sitting on the red oak sofa to have a rest. Grandma saw that I got up early and cleaned it up again, so she wiped the broken hair back and looked at me with a grin.

She laughed and said, "You wait, grandma will give you a good sip!" " "I nodded hard, and my two braids drew a happy track in the air." Go and call grandma. "

Grandma said as she walked to the kitchen, and I jumped up and down and shouted, "grandma-grandma is back!" " "As soon as I walked out of the living room, I saw grandma's skinny hands clutching at the door. I can only see grandma's eyes in my field of vision, but I feel that these eyes are very different.

Grandma's jiaozi is out. Give me a bowl first, pour hot soup and sprinkle some chopped green onion. This made my mouth water, so I started eating jiaozi with chopsticks.

Grandma gave grandma another bowl, six jiaozi. Grandma eats slowly and chews for a long time, but after swallowing it, she laughs and laughs so happily, as if she has never eaten anything better in her life.

I also think this is the most delicious food. Grandma's jiaozi is thin and thick, and it is pure salted meat.

Onions and garlic are embedded in it, and the fragrance is delicious and penetrates into the wrapped meat, and the taste is perfect. Grandma's soup is made in another way. The taste matches the taste of jiaozi, which makes me wish I had two stomachs and poured all the soup into my body.

I asked my grandmother, what does jiaozi do? I also want to be a spoiled brat! Grandma smiled brightly and said, "Good, good! Good girl, you should learn to make jiaozi when you are older, and then cook it for grandma and grandma! " Later, time took away my memory and my childhood. I also began to learn to be a spoiled brat, so I can be decent.

Wash your hands first, carefully spread the dumpling skin on your palm, then dip your forefinger and middle finger in some water to wet the outer ring of the dumpling skin, slowly squeeze out a long dumpling skin in the middle, and finally curl your hands slightly, gently pinch the edge of the dumpling skin and fold out several wrinkles. When I make a pot full of jiaozi, my grandma will pack jiaozi.

She still goes to grandma and me first. "Go and give it to grandma."

She packed six jiaozi and asked me to take them to my room. I put it on the nanmu table in grandma's room and said to grandma's portrait, "Grandma, take a sip of jiaozi."

I knelt down and kowtowed three times. The ponytail was stuck on the wooden floor, and many previous things flashed in my heart.

I turned my head to look at the scenery outside the window. Sanitation workers are walking back and forth on the road, people rushing to work are driving, and they are eagerly honking their horns at intersections. Old people are very critical of what they didn't build. They are pushing shopping carts with dishes and snacks that their grandchildren like. I got up, wiped the last bit of moisture from my eyes, and still pretended to be light and jumped out to eat hot jiaozi.

Jiaozi is not purely delicious, but also mixed with the joy of experience and nostalgia for time. I eat slowly, and feel the taste inside is a little sweet and salty.

Grandma turned off the old range hood, the fan stopped whirring, and the room suddenly became quiet. I picked up the bowl and took a sip of hot soup. At that moment, the childhood memories that were pressed at the bottom of the box were revived. I looked at my grandmother and said, Grandma, my jiaozi is so delicious that even my grandmother will be happy! Grandma smiled brightly, slowly turned her eyes to the distance and said, "Good girl, grandma has ascended to heaven and become an immortal.

She knows how good you are to her, and she will bless you. "Those betting eyes, in the long river of time, never go with the flow. I made it into a boat and sailed steadily on it, heading for the beautiful other shore, but I was far away from home without paying attention.

I've only been back to grandma's house for a long time now. For more than ten years, I have eaten many kinds of jiaozi: frozen jiaozi in the supermarket, fried jiaozi in the breakfast shop, jiaozi stuffed with pork and cabbage in the north, and shrimp dumplings in the streets of Hong Kong ... but I think they all lack a flavor, but I don't know what it is. Go back to grandma's house on Saturday. She has already lived in the new yard.

This is a room. My grandparents thought about it for many years and finally decided to decorate it. Grandma worked hard all her life, worked as a teacher when she was young, was criticized during the Cultural Revolution, and became an accountant after the reform and opening up.

She worked hard to support her family, supported her mother who always missed her children, raised a pair of children, and took good care of her grandchildren in her later years, telling the truth of being a man and making her granddaughter grow up too much! My granddaughter does too little. So as soon as I got off the bus, I rushed to my grandmother who was walking in the small garden and gave her a big hug.

Before saying a few words, he quickly said, "Grandma, will you eat jiaozi tomorrow morning? ! "Grandma nodded without hesitation. I took her in and sat on the leather sofa chatting. The next day, I slept until eight or nine o'clock, and the sun was shining brightly all over the room. My family has finished breakfast, and my grandmother is still cooking jiaozi for me in the kitchen.

After washing, I casually put my hair over my shoulders and dressed up as a beautiful girl that young girls like now. Only then did I realize that I was too far away from my naive self, and my grandmother had left life for several years.

I'm covered in it. Anything else?