My grandfather's 500-word composition in the fifth grade [five articles]

A 500-word composition written by my grandfather/kloc-grade 0/5.

It is no exaggeration to say that my grandfather is a chess fan because he is addicted to chess. In his words, "I was born for chess." You just need to look at the following example. Once, I went home and told my grandfather that I would take him to school to play. Grandpa listened, his nose shook and his eyebrows wrinkled. He was surprised and said, "Feifei, no, this chess game is grandpa's life!" " What if it breaks down? ""no, no, I want it, I want it! " I coquetry, "No, just no!" Grandpa said. So, I hurried to help grandma. Grandma said, "Is chess more important or is your granddaughter important?" Grandpa lowered his head, thought for a moment, then raised his head, looked at grandma firmly and said, "Chess is important." "What? ! Are you still my grandfather? " I opened my mouth in surprise and almost swallowed an egg. Grandma fainted on the spot.

Grandpa next door and Grandpa Liu are both checkers. As soon as they met, they immediately went to play chess under the buttonwood without saying anything. At lunch, grandma said, "Feifei, go and ask your grandfather who is anxious to watch chess to come back for dinner." "Yes!" I was ordered to call grandpa under the tree. Grandpa said "OK, got it" and lowered his head to play chess. I called twice and the result was still the same. After dinner and watching half an episode of TV series, grandpa came back. I asked, "Are you still eating?" "What?" "Still having lunch?" I asked again. "Forget it, don't eat." Grandpa hey hey smiled, "Feifei, I won today, won a lot of plates! I killed Liu, leaving none. " Grandpa was very happy, and he started chatting endlessly again.

Hey, look, this is my grandfather. He is a complete chess fan. Everyone who knows him in the community will say, "Look, that's a very powerful chess player!" " "It is precisely because of playing a lot of chess, winning more and losing less that Grandpa was called chess king by people in the community.

My grandfather is a chess fan anyway.

A 500-word composition written by my grandfather in the 25th grade.

My grandfather is a retired worker. Although he is ordinary, I admire him very much. Grandpa's hair is gray and he is dressed simply. Although he is almost seventy years old, he is good at cooking. That year, grandma was ill, very ill, and saved her life through the efforts of doctors. Grandpa is very anxious, guarding grandma day and night. In order to get better soon, grandpa took care of grandma wholeheartedly. Although grandma's illness is better, she has lost her language function, so it is difficult to eat and she can't even walk on the ground. Grandma was in a bad mood, and grandpa did not hesitate to take care of her. So, grandpa stayed at home day after day, year after year, and didn't even have time to go out. Grandma was also moved. Because of the loss of language function, grandma can only express what she wants to express with her hands. Every time we have to guess for a long time to understand, grandpa always patiently communicates with grandma bit by bit so that grandma doesn't feel bored. Neighbors, relatives and friends were all moved by what Grandpa had done. Although grandpa's salary is very high, he still scrimps and saves, buys medicine for grandma and makes grandma talk and walk in the fields. I was also moved by grandpa's spirit. Many people advised grandpa to give up. It's not gonna get better. Grandpa didn't listen, but he still took care of grandma as always. Many things happen. Under grandpa's careful care, grandma can speak some short languages. I made up my mind: I will study hard. When I grow up, I will make a lot of money, take my grandmother to the hospital for treatment, and let my grandfather realize his wish.

I admire my grandfather for his meticulous care and love for my grandmother, and his persistence in my grandmother. Perhaps this is what people often say: don't give up, don't give up!

A 500-word composition written by my grandfather in the third and fifth grades.

My grandfather is 65 years old this year, but he is still like an old urchin. Grandpa is a big man, with a height of 1.73 meters, generous shoulders, a straight back and a general's stomach in front. His red face was embedded with a pair of "squinting eyes" and he sat motionless in the chair as if he were asleep. As time goes on, grandpa's hair is getting less and less, so he often wears a hat.

Grandpa was born in 1954. I heard that many people couldn't eat at that time, so grandpa developed a good habit of thrift. He works hard. Although he is very old, he still helps in the restaurant run by his parents. The hotel didn't go to work until 9 o'clock in the morning according to the regulations, but he came to the store after 5 o'clock and began to be busy, picking vegetables, washing vegetables and boiling water ... By the time everyone arrived at 9 o'clock, grandpa had finished almost all the trivial things. Grandpa is not only diligent, but also agile. When busy at noon, grandpa also helps deliver meals. Once, he couldn't hold one hand and asked me to help him. Grandpa is carrying a big hot pot and runs as fast as a fly. I can hardly catch up with him.

My grandfather is also a famous cheapskate. I have hardly seen him buy himself new clothes and shoes. Every time I watch TV with him, he still won't let me turn on the light. I forgot to turn off the light when I went to the bathroom once. Grandpa who is watching TV quickly gets up and turns off the lights before watching. My grandfather is still very cute. Every time I tell him a joke, he laughs like a child.

I love my hardworking, thrifty and lovely grandfather. I wish him good health and a long life!

A 500-word composition by my grandfather in grade four or five.

My favorite is my grandfather. My grandfather has a head of half black and half white hair, a high nose, a pair of blurred eyes, a pair of ears with good hearing and a smiling mouth, which constitutes my present grandfather. He is walking towards the little me with old steps. When I was in the first grade, my grandfather came to pick me up from school. His eyesight seems to be clearer than that of any elder, and he can always recognize the little me standing in the queue. But now, my grandfather has to wear glasses and look down for a long time to read a newspaper clearly. He changed slowly, and he became old.

Grandpa used to be a junior high school teacher. He used to be a young and learned headmaster. When he lectures, his glib mouth often attracts the attention of many students. But now, when grandpa explained the topic to me, he began to pause, and his speech was no longer clear and fluent. He changed slowly, and he became old.

Grandpa used to eat, and when grandma called him, he immediately came to the table and stuttered. Some simple meals were treated as a hearty dinner, and he ate them with relish. But now, his grandmother called him three or four times, and his grandfather slowly rushed to the table to eat. He changed slowly, and he became old.

Grandpa's hair used to be dark and dense. Now, because of the hard work of junior high school students and the food in his home, he works day and night, and gradually, his black hair turns into white hair. He changed slowly, and he became old.

Nevertheless, my grandfather is still very young in my heart. He is still the most respected and beloved teacher of my classmates, even my favorite grandfather. No matter how old he becomes, he is too old to walk. I still love him, and I have loved to take care of my grandfather since I was a child.

Grandpa, I love you! Love your endless youth.

A 500-word composition written by grandpa in grade five or five.

My grandfather is over eighty years old and often does stupid things! Just like grandma named him "confused king"! I remember once, when my grandfather was going to ask Uncle Wang in the next building to go out to play chess after breakfast, he searched all his pockets and couldn't find his mobile phone. He began to worry-like "ants running around on hot bricks". He thought: I saw my mobile phone at breakfast today! Is it: the mobile phone "flew away"? Or did someone "steal" into the house? Grandpa is puzzled. Later, grandpa launched a "family mobilization", and mom searched every corner of the house: she took out all the clothes in the closet and put them underground, making the whole room a mess. Dad searched every corner of the living room: everything in the living room fell on the floor. In the end, nothing.

So I thought grandpa was not used to turning off his mobile phone, so I said to my mother, "Mom, I have an idea!" " ""you this wench will only make trouble, stand aside! "Mom said." If you can find a way to get everyone in the family to send a different set of dolls, grandpa will send you a story book! "Grandpa said." Very well, "I replied happily. So, I dialed my grandpa's phone. Suddenly, a sweet song came from the refrigerator. I found my mobile phone as soon as I opened the refrigerator. It turned out that grandpa put the rest of the food in the refrigerator after breakfast and put it in the refrigerator with his mobile phone. "Mom, dad and grandma each have a set of doll toys! Grandpa's set of books is not allowed to be less! "I am proud to say, of course, this is an encouragement! "

The whole family laughed, except grandpa.