Grandpa's story composition

In daily study, work and life, we often see the figure of composition. The composition must be elaborated around the theme and the same theme. No rambling, lax theme or even no theme. I believe many people will find writing difficult. The following is my grandfather's story composition, I hope it will help you.

Grandpa's story composition 1 I like grandpa's story very much. Every story is so interesting. But I like grandpa's story about his childhood Spring Festival best.

At that time, my grandfather's family was poor. Every time the Chinese New Year is approaching, other people's families kill pigs and chickens, which is very lively. My grandfather just pickled a thin chicken in advance, so I simply prepared for the New Year.

According to my grandfather, he also looked forward to the Spring Festival when he was a child. During the Chinese New Year, there was a pot of chicken soup on the small table, and grandpa still ate it very well without any seasoning. When eating chicken, there is a rule that the boss must eat the head of the chicken, which means that the boss can lead his brothers and sisters in this new year. Chicken breast, the most tender lean meat, is for parents to eat, which means a good life this year. There are also two drumsticks for the youngest brother and sister, which means running as fast as a chicken. Every time he eats the head of a chicken, it gets better every day.

Grandpa likes it better during the Spring Festival. At 6 o'clock on the morning of the New Year's Day, grandparents will take their children to work in the fields. You have to choose a soft and fertile land first, free from weeds and insects. This job is not easy, but grandpa likes this activity best. Grandpa is always the first child to pick up a hoe and find a good place. At this time, grandma will take out the garlic seedlings prepared in advance and plant them. "You know, mins. I like my mother to grow garlic seedlings best, and these garlic seedlings have witnessed my growth. " Grandpa recalled, immersed in happiness. "Well, I know Grandpa likes planting garlic seedlings best."

The story goes on. "Dad will call our child's name, call a name, and mother will plant a garlic sprout, which will be planted in a short time. By the way, do you know why garlic seedlings should be planted instead of other seedlings? " "I don't know." "This is because garlic sprouts grow fast and grow tall. This garlic sprout is still meaningful. It represents the new year. Children grow fast, grow tall and grow healthy! " "This garlic seedling still has such great attention!" "Yes!" Grandpa scraped my nose and didn't go on.

The story is over, but I still can't forget it. Grandpa's Spring Festival is really interesting. It's interesting to drink chicken soup and plant garlic seedlings!

My grandfather's story composition 2 My grandfather is 78 years old. Because he seldom reads books, newspapers and watches TV, and lacks understanding of society, he has become a very backward person. There are many stories that make people laugh and cry in his life.

Story 1

Nowadays, KFC, a foreign fast food, is almost a household name, but my grandfather is an exception. Once, I bought a hamburger where to eat. He saw it and said to me, "If you eat bread, why do you have to put a piece of meat in it?" In addition, it is really unsanitary to eat the dishes in the middle if they are not cooked! " ……

Story 2

On the eve of the Spring Festival last year, my mother bought a zipper coat for grandpa, and grandpa smiled happily. After a while, when my mother went to see my grandfather, she found him wearing a button-down dress, which looked so familiar! He went up to him and asked, "Dad, did you buy this dress yourself or was it given by someone else?" "You bought this dress. Why can't people get out? " "I bought a zipper and you are wearing a button." Mom thinks it's strange. Grandpa looked at his mother's suspicious eyes and quickly explained, "Everything in this dress is fine, but I can't use this zipper, so I'll ask the tailor to remove that strange thing and replace it with a button." ...

Story 3

One day in the summer vacation, I went to my grandfather's house to play, and saw an uncle with glasses and a tie and a briefcase in his hand passing by in a hurry. As soon as he saw his grandfather, he asked politely, "Excuse me, old man, is there a bathroom near here?" Hearing this, Grandpa pointed to the pool in front of the door and said, "Wash it here. I also have soap here. " After listening to the donkey's wrong answer to the horse's mouth, the uncle said "excuse me, thank you" and left in a hurry. Grandpa looked at the man's distant back and said angrily, "that man is really, he obviously wants to wash his hands." There are ready-made ones that don't wash, and he has to find a bathroom. " ……

Because grandpa is behind the times, he often plays similar jokes in his life.

Grandpa's Story Composition 3 In daily study, work and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with or use composition. Writing a composition can exercise our habit of being alone, and let us calm down and think about our future direction. In order to facilitate your writing, the following is a story composition of me and my grandfather collected by Bian Xiao for your reference only. Let's have a look.

The love of spring rain has given the green grass boundless, making it grow rapidly; Love for the earth endows everything that grows in the world and makes the world extremely beautiful; The love for the river has given a steady stream, making the water gurgle forward; Grandpa's love gave me this carefree child and made me laugh and laugh every day.

Opening the door of memory, I came to grandpa's big garden. There are two numbers, one big and one small. They lay quietly in the sunset, laughing happily.

I remember when I was a child, I would go to my grandfather's house to live with him on holidays. Grandpa always greets me with a smile. And I asked grandpa to open the rusty iron gate noisily, because behind the iron gate is a brand-new world, my own little world. The fragrance of flowers smells good. I lay quietly on the soft land and looked at the blue sky. All my troubles will vanish, and the rest will be full of joy.

At this time, grandpa teased me and said, "Hey, slacker, it's better to water the flowers when you are free." I know, grandpa is working again. I ran to him. I can't weed grandpa, but I can tell him some funny jokes. I can't plant flowers for grandpa, but I can wipe his sweat with a towel; I won't dig a hole with a shovel, but I can give him a cup of green tea to quench his thirst. Grandpa will look at me from time to time and touch my head with rough but wide hands.

There are Bai Baihe as white as jade, fragrant and attractive roses and delicate and charming red peony in the garden. I am curious. Touch this, touch that. Sometimes you can spend a quiet day, or watch bees collect honey hard, or watch ants transport food hard, or have a good sleep.

At sunset, my grandfather and I will sit on a big stone and enjoy this spectacle leisurely. I always look at grandpa's pale beard and deep wrinkles and can't help saying, "Grandpa, I like you." Grandpa will also look at me gently and say with a smile, "silly child, grandpa loves you too!" " "

Grandpa's love grows in my heart like a flower. The fragrance permeates the heart, and finally it is full of beautiful memories.

Thank you for your love.

Grandpa's Story Composition 4 One day in the winter vacation, I was thinking about the composition topic at home alone. Suddenly, a quick ringing of the phone interrupted my thoughts, and grandma's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone. It turned out that my grandfather had a stroke and went to the hospital. My parents were not at home, so I had to go to the hospital alone.

I came to the ward and looked at my grandfather lying in bed weakly. I wanted to wave to me but couldn't lift my old hands. My very healthy grandfather disappeared completely and was replaced by an old man. This also reminds me of the past ... one day in the summer vacation, I dragged my body with a fever to school, but forgot to bring my medicine. Illness and hot weather torment me together. At noon, the weather is getting hotter and hotter. It's like a big oven outside, and there are few pedestrians on the road. Suddenly, my grandfather appeared at the door of the classroom. I ran forward in surprise. It turned out that he had come to deliver medicine to me. I was deeply moved by the sweat on my grandfather's face and the already soaked clothes. A 70-year-old man came to give me medicine in the scorching sun ... Grandpa's love for me deeply shocked me.

With this love, I looked at my grandfather in front of me and decided to do my best to thank him. So I persuaded my elderly grandmother to go home and take on the responsibility of staying in the hospital at night to take care of my grandfather. The next morning, I got up early and went outside to buy my grandfather's usual breakfast and wash his face. Although all this seems difficult in the cold winter, my gratitude to my grandfather has always supported me to overcome all difficulties. When the weather is fine, I will also push my car to accompany my grandfather for a walk in the garden. In the warm sunshine, it seems that all the sadness no longer exists, only the thick Qing Sun ripples in our hearts. More importantly, the love above all else is constantly intertwined in our hearts and plays the melody of love.

I will always remember grandpa's love for me, and my relationship with grandpa will be a story I will always remember in my life.

2. Grandpa's Story Composition 5 On the day before the New Year's Eve, my parents went to my grandmother's house for the New Year and listened to Grandpa's story about his childhood.

When I came to my grandfather's house, I saw a small bench next to him. Looks like my grandpa is ready. I sat down and listened to his childhood stories with relish. "I was born in 194 1, and 1949 didn't go to school after liberation, so I can't read." Grandpa's eyes flashed a trace of regret.

"Grandpa, I started school at the age of seven. Are you too late? "

Grandpa replied: "Times are different! Once the PLA came to my house. At that time, because there was no liberation, they were illiterate and could not tell the good from the bad, and they were mistaken for bad people. At that time, your great-grandfather and great-grandmother were out, and my brothers and sisters were working in the fields. I am the only one at home. At that time, the stairs of the house were made of wood, and I sat on the top floor. It was hot in July and August, and the PLA was sitting there, and there was no water to drink, so an uncle came up and asked,' Kid, do you have a fan at home?' "I don't know," I waved. Because I haven't been to school and don't know Mandarin, I don't know what my uncle said, but I don't know. Uncle continued ... "

"Grandpa," I took over, "if you go to school earlier, you will understand what uncle PLA is saying." "Yes!" Grandpa's eyes showed regret.

"After reading a book for several years, I realized that they are good people and the People's Liberation Army does not take people's needles. It was not easy to go to school at that time, and the school was not in the village, "Grandpa said, pointing to the tallest one on the opposite mountain. "You must cross the field and climb the mountain. Get up in the morning and herd cattle before school. When I come back from school, I have to herd cattle, cut wood, and help me cook when I get home after these things. I didn't have time to do my homework until very late. At that time, the light was not so bright, it was a clear oil lamp. Clear oil is a kind of wild fruit collected from the mountains and then squeezed into oil. " I listened and said with emotion, "Grandpa, I will definitely study hard." "good! There will definitely be progress in future achievements. " Grandpa said.

In the past, the conditions were so bad that our elders never gave up the opportunity to learn. Now that the conditions are so good, study hard!

Grandpa's Story Composition 6 On Friday, Grandpa brought his cousin to our house to play.

When eating, my cousin thought the food was not delicious, and said it was not delicious. Grandpa was angry: "When we were young, how could we have such good conditions and such good meals?" You can have whatever you want. We only had white mud and leaves at that time, and you were picky! "I was surprised:" How can mud be eaten? "Speaking of which, Grandpa sighed and said," There was a serious natural disaster and all the crops dried up. We can only dig the white mud in the ground to satisfy our hunger. We call it' Guanyin soil', thinking that it is a treasure given to us by Guanyin in this famine year, which can keep us alive. Sometimes, it is good to find some loquat leaves, smash them with stones and cook them in Guanyin soil. Guanyin soil has no nutrition and can't eat too much, otherwise it will make you very painful, indigestion and may die. " "Nothing to eat. Why don't you farm? " "Well, the policy at that time was not good. If you farm privately, it is a' selfish act' and a' capitalist road'. Everything is open, and no one is allowed to move. If you move, the consequences will be unimaginable ... Now that the policy is good, the motherland has undergone earth-shaking changes in just a few decades, and now you can have whatever you want; What you want to wear can be bought or customized. How nice! "

Yes, from low adobe houses to high-rise buildings; From dirt road to clean asphalt road ... such a big change took less than thirty years! The motherland is like a waking lion, roaring and rushing to the forefront of the world. ...

After listening to grandpa, my cousin seems to understand a lot. She finished her meal early, and never complained that the food was terrible again.

Grandpa's Story Composition 7 Shortly after lunch, I, a greedy cat, searched Grandpa's house for something to eat. Suddenly, a black-and-white photo and a color photo came into my eyes.

Black and white photos show that when I was a child, I was holding a small bowl of radish porridge, while color photos show that my adult grandfather was eating a bowl of braised pork. I wonder: What's wrong with taking such boring photos? I went to grandpa and asked him my own questions. Grandpa gently stroked these two yellowed photos and told me the story behind them. ...

"This black and white photo was taken when I was in primary school. At that time, the living conditions were poor and the lunch provided by the school was limited. If I'm late, I can't eat any more. Because I was on duty that day and went late, the people in the canteen only gave me a small bowl of carrot porridge. At that time, an old man happened to take pictures at school and took an inch of photos for us. By the way, he commemorated this forever. " Grandpa stared at the old photos as if immersed in the past.

Grandpa took a sip of water and began to say, "That color photo was taken when I won the' Big Cotton Family'. At that time, every household planted cotton, which was more expensive than others. My cotton harvest is the best. The village rewarded my family with a bicycle. After returning home, the whole family bought red meat to celebrate the harvest. Ha ha! Of course, living conditions were good at that time, and braised pork was eaten every few days. This is delicious! " Grandpa slurped, as if he was still reminiscing about the delicious braised pork of that year!

Listening to Grandpa's story, I can't help but feel deeply: from black-and-white photos to color photos, from carrot porridge to braised pork, China is constantly improving and growing, and the future will be better.

My grandfather's story composition 8 My grandfather is a retired teacher. Now let me tell the story of my grandfather when he was young!

Grandpa was born in the early days of liberation, when his family was very poor. My grandfather's father, that is, my wife, is a village cadre and works as the secretary of the township party Committee in a foreign village. My wife is definitely a good party member with integrity. Up to now, at the age of 87, others will still call him the old secretary, so my grandfather has to rely on himself since he was a child.

Grandpa worked in a big group after graduating from junior high school. At that time, because he was too poor to buy shoes, grandpa wore his own sandals to earn money. At that time, their backs and feet went to what is now Qiu Zi, which is hundreds of miles away from us. Grandpa can only earn five yuan every time he cheats with others. It takes three days to carry it back and forth, you have to bring your own food, and it costs twenty cents to stay at someone else's house for one night. Grandpa only recited 150 kg for the first time, and 180 kg for the second time, and then it got heavier and heavier.

Once, my grandfather was carrying 240 kilograms of glass, and the sky suddenly thundered. My grandfather's sandals were broken and had to be sent to a family in Mao Ping. The road was wet and slippery, and it kept raining. Grandpa walked barefoot to the top of the mountain in the downpour. On the way, he was cold and hungry, so he had to pick pepper to satisfy his hunger. What a pity! I asked my grandfather why he didn't buy a pair of sandals. Grandpa said that although sandals are not expensive, they are only 20 cents a pair, but there is no place to buy them.

Grandpa was later recommended to a normal school. All the expenses of the three-year normal school were earned by my grandfather on holiday. During the study period, grandpa will work as a porter from Yidu to my cousin's house in Changyang Grain Bureau every week, and the highest salary for a holiday is 20 yuan. Grandpa said it was hard at that time, so he developed a good habit of thrift from an early age. He studies physical education and works part-time, so he is very strong. I heard that he plays basketball and table tennis well, too!

Think about my grandfather at that time. Now we are really living a fairy-like life. I must study hard and try to be a hardworking and thrifty person like my grandfather.

Grandpa's Story Composition 9 It has been 30 years since the reform and opening up. During these 30 years, not only our living standards have been greatly improved, but also our concepts have changed greatly.

My grandfather is a retired teacher and has a lot of knowledge. Every summer vacation, he will stay in my house for dozens of days. Grandpa said: in the past, the country did not practice family planning. At that time, almost every family in the countryside preferred sons to daughters. Almost every family has five or six children in order to have boys. However, the living standard of farmers is very low, and their income is particularly limited. The cost of books and tuition for several children to go to school is a heavy burden for every family. As a result, children's schooling has become a problem. Some families didn't go to school for a day, and some families went to the fourth or fifth grade. After the reform and opening up, the state implemented the family planning policy, advocating that each family should have only one child, and the state also implemented nine-year compulsory education, exempting tuition and miscellaneous fees from primary school to junior high school. And our after-school life is also very colorful. Usually there are all kinds of interest classes. There are winter camps and summer camps to choose from every winter and summer vacation, and the educational conditions are getting better and better. That's really different!

I also heard my grandfather say that when I was a child, his life was very poor. He works hard to grow crops every year. When the autumn harvest comes, he must pay the agricultural tax. There was no money at home, so he had to use food to offset the pressure. After such a year, there are few achievements left, and the family can't even solve the problem of food and clothing. Even my favorite potato grandpa dismissed it, saying that he was afraid of eating enough when he was young. I find it incomprehensible. Grandpa said: Now farmers not only don't have to pay taxes to the state, but the state also subsidizes farmers according to the amount of land. When the country is rich, there are more large companies and enterprises, and taxpayers and individuals have solved the country's tax problems. For example, the famous Samsung Electronics, Haier Company and some foreign companies are all taxpayers, and athletes, actors and singers are all taxpayers.

After 30 years of reform and opening up, our road is getting wider and wider, our buildings are getting higher and higher, and our mental outlook is getting better and better. More importantly, our government thinks of people everywhere. Can such a country not be strong?

Grandpa's story composition 10 says it is difficult to save water. Indeed, it is really difficult to give up smoking. However, this does not mean that it is impossible to quit smoking. Next, let grandma tell the story of my grandfather quitting smoking.

My grandfather used to smoke a lot. I used to be very young, and my grandfather used to hold me and smoke. At first, I thought the "smoke" from grandpa's mouth was fun and enjoyable. Later, I hated cigarettes because they smelled so bad. I often ask grandpa to give up smoking, but he says to me, "Silly boy, what do you know?"? Smoking is very enjoyable, you don't know. " Say that finish, he exhaled smoke, and sprayed me with that hateful "smoke bomb". Because of this, my relationship with grandpa is getting more and more alienated. I seldom come to my grandfather's house.

Later, grandpa always felt lung pain and went to the hospital for examination. The doctor said, "Grandpa has something in his lungs, which must be removed as soon as possible and needs surgery." After the operation, grandpa also thoroughly knew the disadvantages of cigarettes and made up his mind to give up smoking. We are very happy and constantly encourage him.

At first, grandpa stayed away from cigarettes. Finally, I couldn't help smoking again. We have to help grandpa quit smoking together. After two months of hard work, we finally helped grandpa quit smoking!

Grandpa has become very energetic since he gave up smoking. He also felt that he should do so. Now he repents and turns over a new leaf. I'm really proud of grandpa. Grandpa who quit smoking goes to the park to run and do morning exercises every day. Others say it is difficult to quit smoking, but it is not difficult. It's easy to quit smoking as long as you make up your mind. Like grandpa, he can quit smoking successfully, not only because of our efforts, but also because of grandpa's determination!

This is the story of my grandfather quitting smoking. I hope all smokers understand that quitting smoking requires not only perseverance, but also time. However, as long as you persist, the benefits of quitting smoking will be very obvious.

4. Grandpa's story composition 1 1 Grandpa is a professor of mathematics and a special consultant of Polytechnic University. Although he is respected and famous outside, I can't spare him if he doesn't follow me at home

I have been bullying my grandfather since I was a child. I remember when I was five years old, I once went to the nursery to pick me up. On the way, I said to him, "Grandpa, you must be tired from walking. Let me hit you on the back. " Grandpa didn't say anything, so he squatted down and waited for me to rub his back.

At first, I didn't hit him a few times, so I lay on his back and played dumb. I said, "Grandpa, I'm tired. Please carry me, just 10 seconds. " As I spoke, I clung to his back. Grandpa was so embarrassed by me that he had to bend down and carry me on his back. "Little girl, if you want to keep your word, just recite 10 seconds and start counting down."

Grandpa came over on the swing behind my back. I put my arm around his neck and started for a few seconds: "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 ..." After reading 9, 10 was dragged until I was carried to the door.

Now, whenever I think of my childhood pranks, I can't help laughing. I was so good at playing tricks on grandpa when I was a child.

Although grandpa dotes on me very much, there is only one thing that he always refuses to learn from me, and that is to cultivate me into a math head from an early age for a simple reason: Xiao Yuhui is the granddaughter of a math professor!

He took me to buy vegetables, so I had to practice oral arithmetic from time to time; He took me to the stock market, so I have to know a little about what a bear market is and what a bull market is.

Soon, my grandfather trained my problem-solving ability formally, and a set of math exercises, The Golden Key, became my first textbook in kindergarten. He planned it like this: I am in a small class in kindergarten, and I have to be able to do the questions in the first and second grades of primary school; In the middle class of kindergarten, you should be able to do the questions in the third and fourth grades of primary school; Kindergarten class, primary school grade five or six questions should be ok!

I never thought that under the guidance of my grandfather, my little brain cell princesses were activated day by day. These lively little brain cell princesses love mathematics so much that they seem to shout every day: "We want to do problems, we want to do the most difficult math problems!" "

In this way, in less than 10 years, the extremely clever little princesses with brain cells helped me win several math prizes and took part in a math competition in Japan!

Say, can I not like my math professor's grandfather?

Grandpa's Story Composition 12 When Grandpa fell in love with jade, I was already confused. I heard that he liked jade before I was born. According to my grandmother, at first my grandfather just chose a few pieces of jade to play in his spare time, and then it got out of hand.

Since it is a "corn (jade fan)", you should buy a set of professional appreciation equipment to avoid being cheated by jade merchants. This is not a problem. Grandpa saved a large pension and was worried that there was nowhere to spend it. After picking and choosing, he came back from shopping. Hey, that's a lot of stuff! What fake lights, what maintenance brushes, what magnifying glasses ... a big box of odds and ends tools is really like that. Since then, "Corn" has been officially employed, and the wonderful story about corn has begun.

What impressed me was that noon. Grandma was not at home that day, and grandpa personally cooked, washed and cooked for me. After busy for a while, I left a pot of rice unfinished. My grandfather plugged in the power plug of the rice cooker and while cooking, he quickly came to the study to play with a newly bought piece of jade.

Grandpa put thick reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, holding jade carefully in both hands, as if holding a tender chicken. He put the jade under the desk lamp, carefully examined the texture of the jade with strong light, and observed the defects. Sometimes I feel that the light is not bright enough, so I take out a professional fake lamp and shine it on the jade, and seriously study the authenticity. After checking the texture, he took out the fine wool and gently wiped the inner and outer corners of the jade. From time to time, he took a few breaths at the jade, then shone a few times at the lamp, admiring it intoxicated. ...

After finishing my homework, I'm hungry, but I haven't eaten yet. Ask grandpa. He went out and took a look at the rice cooker and said, "The rice is not fragrant yet. What's the hurry? " After that, I continued to see his baby, so I had to watch it for a while. In a blink of an eye, a quarter of an hour passed and something happened. I went straight to the kitchen and turned on the rice cooker. A heat wave rolled in, and there was nothing in the pot except water. Looking around, a pot of rice is lying quietly! Forget it without food, the rice cooker is almost burnt out! Grandpa, grandpa, you are so crazy about jade that you forget to put rice when cooking! Grandpa looked at the rice cooker at the bottom of the dark pot, stuck out his tongue at me awkwardly, like a child who did something wrong, and finally ordered me to keep this shameful secret from grandma. ...

The story of Grandpa and Jade is not finished yet, and the interesting story of "Corn" is still being staged at Grandpa's house.

Grandpa's story composition 13 Life is full of strange colors, and it is precisely because of these colors that life becomes colorful. Sixty-nine years ago, New China was founded, and my grandfather was born. A new beginning, a new hope, a new future, in the ups and downs of grandpa's growth experience, he really found that the love of the motherland has been deeply rooted in people's hearts, and the strength of the motherland has been inspiring the world. He always talks about Kan Kan: I was born in such a country, which is the happiness and glory of my life.

Grandma Yi has five children, and Grandpa is the eldest. The young grandfather took on family responsibilities early, and he also had to take care of his younger brothers and sisters. Poor days are like a stone mill under a pear tree, slowly crushing grandpa's body and mind, but life is full of sunshine and hope. The fiery red policy has always inspired people, made my grandfather stronger, and strengthened my grandfather's belief: I will forge ahead with the motherland and grow together with the motherland.

The stone mill under the pear tree has been ringing for 60 years. A flood in 60 years has spared no one in the country. The flood flooded crops and washed away roads, making it impossible to produce grain and roads impassable. Hunger, like a flood, washed away the doors of every household in that era. Many children, natural disasters and poverty make people breathless. There is no food, so we have to go up the mountain to dig wild vegetables and peel the bark. The young grandfather watched Grandma sitting under a pear tree full of white flowers, beating wild vegetables and bark with a wooden stick, and the green wild vegetable juice splashed on the thin Grandma, and the air was filled with the unique bitterness of that era. Although bitter, but with the country * * * in trouble, * * * poor, * * * forge ahead. For the sake of a small family, the state dedicated everyone's elegant demeanour, set up a big dining hall, cooked porridge in a cauldron, and boiled the hope of the people of Qian Qian. Everyone is carrying pots and barrels, giving each other humility, encouraging each other and maintaining each other: two spoonfuls for one person and one spoon for two people. Dig out people's hearts with a spoon and fill the country with a spoon. My heart is my dear motherland, and my heart is my dear motherland.

Grandpa was still at school at that time, and he came back from vacation to work with everyone. Work hard every day, others work hard for socialism, and grandpa is more direct than that to save work points and eat enough. At night, the stars or the moon were on the roof, and several young people fell asleep on the kang. Snoring shakes the outdoor fields, but it cannot break the quiet night. In winter, when the snow is several feet deep and the wind is cold, there will always be a few young men nesting on the kang, just to seek a little warmth. It's cold outside, but my heart is warm. I just feel that fate and the country have always been there.

Grandpa's Story Composition 14 In dark bridge opening, bits and pieces of rice are scattered on the ground, a group of cooing chickens and an old man with pale temples and a slight hunchback. Rice and the old man have traces of mercerization in the hole.

In my impression, grandpa is a kind but slightly strict old man. We only go back once a year, which is rare, so our impression of grandpa is very vague.

With the growth of age, people will naturally think more. Grandpa got up before dawn, was busy raising chickens and driving ducks, and went upstairs to practice calligraphy and read books when he was idle.

According to my grandfather, when I was a child, my family was poor and I couldn't afford his education. If it weren't for my thirst for knowledge, he would sit at home holding a book and teach himself every day. If not, he will ask. Grandpa's calligraphy is also self-taught, according to the book word by word scrutiny. Grandpa's handwriting is very delicate and particularly neat. At first glance, I thought he was a scholar.

Although grandpa is so carefree and elegant, he is actually very lonely.

My mother told me that my grandfather had been guarding a dozen chickens at home for some time, because there were so many thieves during that time, and my grandfather was very worried. So he has been staying in bridge opening, where he has three meals a day. I froze. Grandpa is a caring person. Mom said grandpa kept it for a month.

A gray-haired old man sat on rice with a handful of millet in his hand and sprinkled it on the ground from time to time to feed the chickens. Sit like this all day. You can imagine that the old man's eyes are full of helplessness. I always thought grandpa was too persistent, but then I thought that all the eggs we usually eat were born by our own chickens. After all this time, we will still have feelings.

There are few memories about grandpa. A lonely old man, an old man who loves knowledge and a persistent old man, these are my grandfathers.