My grandmother and I wrote a touching story.

My fifth grade composition grandma and I.

When I mention grandma, I always think of her weather-beaten face and rough hands. Grandma is a farmer and has been farming for most of her life. As far as I can remember, she was always busy in Tanaka. Whenever I pester her to come to the city on the other end of the phone, she comforts me on the other end of the phone: "In a few days, I am busy in the field and busy collecting rice. I will come on Monday."

I have followed my grandmother since I was a child. I was born in the countryside, and my parents are teachers. I go to work early every day. My grandmother carries a basket and carries me. At the edge of the field, grandma put me on the ground, said a few words to me, and went to work in the fields. At this time, I will run around in the fields, pick wild flowers, catch butterflies, and draw out the insects hidden in the soil with a grass stick ... When I enjoy playing, my grandmother, who is busy in the field, will look up from time to time to see me having a good time, and her eyes are full of smiles.

Every night, grandma will beat away her sore leg accumulated over the years. Grandma said that she got arthritis when she was a child, and her legs often hurt since then. In my family, there are all kinds of plasters, and whenever grandma encounters "special circumstances", she will put them on. I smell the medicine coming from grandma, which I think is her special sign.

Gradually, I grew up, from that ignorant child to a pupil. After school, I go home less and less, so winter vacation and summer vacation are what I look forward to most. This summer vacation, I made a special trip home to accompany my grandmother. It was already dark when I got home, and grandma didn't cook a big dinner to welcome me. Looking at the only dinner-corn porridge, I pouted. Grandma saw it, said nothing, got up and went to the neighbor's house to ask for two eggs, fried them for me, but the three of them could only drink corn porridge loudly. When I let my grandmother eat eggs, she smiled and said to me, "I would rather let myself be hungry than my baby granddaughter be hungry."

The next morning, I got up and smelled the fragrance coming from the kitchen. I took a quick look, only to find that my grandmother had made breakfast, a pot of soybean milk and a plate of pumpkin pie, which were my favorite. Grandma made it for me early in the morning. Grandma patted me on the head: "Eat quickly! It's still hot! " I picked up a bowl of soybean milk and smelled the fragrance of beans, which was very comfortable. Perhaps, grandma just put her love into food, and my best reward for grandma is to eat greedily and smile happily in his smiling eyes. ...

The most touching story between you and grandma

My grandparents brought me up when I was young. Because my parents have to work to earn money, only two old people take care of me, especially my grandmother. I heard that I cried when I was a child, and my grandmother always coaxed me into midnight. My grandmother's cervical spondylosis is caused by hugging me. My grandma likes me very much, and I like my grandma too.

Growth is not as colorful as the writer described, and the road to growth is not smooth. There is an intersection of sour, sweet, bitter and spicy in growth. I am looking for new sweetness in the alternation of these four intersections, and may also inject new bitterness at the same time, but we firmly believe that after I have tasted the ups and downs of the world, I will eventually come through thick and thin! On the road of life, each of us has left our own footprints.

Whether it is clear, vague or crooked, these are all records of our growth. However, each of us will leave a different footprint when we grow up. In these eleven years, I walked a hard road; There is also bitterness; There are tears and laughter.

The story of my grandmother and me, 500 words.

I remember when I was in the fifth grade, I was very hungry when I took the shuttle bus home every night, and sometimes I couldn't help shouting twice for nothing.

Later, I don't know when there will always be an extra steamed bun on the kitchen table. Steamed bread is black and white, and you can tell at a glance that it is made of miscellaneous grains. It's loose and soft in your hand, and it tastes a little hot. Needless to say, grandma must have prepared this for me.

In fact, in many people's eyes, steamed bread is just an ordinary food, but for a hungry person-for example, if I take a bite, there is a sweet and fragrant taste between my lips and teeth, and I take a few bites happily from time to time. People who don't know think I stole the queen mother's Xiantao!

I will savor this delicious steamed bread bit by bit every day, but I won't finish it. I will put the remaining half on the steamer to keep warm until my grandmother who works in the field comes back for dinner, which can replenish my strength. After all, grandma is over 60 years old. But many times, my grandmother always prevaricated and gave me steamed bread for some reason, but I turned my head and refused to eat it. Every time grandma can't help my stubbornness, she can only eat the remaining steamed bread with tears in her eyes.

It seems that eating a sweet steamed bun every night has become a common practice. The love hidden in steamed bread will stay in our hearts forever, accompanying grandma through spring, summer, autumn and winter. ...

I hope I can help you and adopt it. Thank you.

Ⅳ How to write grandma's touching composition?

My grandmother is gentle, which often makes people suspect that she is a person without temper. Her parents are both people who have come out of a hard life, and always severely reprimand the leftovers of our brother and sister. Grandma will be poorer all her life. I don't know how many famines she has experienced in her life. I remember reading Liu Zhenyun's "Retrospect 1942", which described the great famine in the eastern Henan plain, which was shocking. I calculated it carefully. It was when grandma was young. However, the year she remembers most clearly was the famine in 1958, probably because she was the mother of five sons, so the suffering caused by the disaster was more profound, and the youngest son died in a fire. She said that at that time, all the bark was eaten up, and when someone in the East Village was starving, she found a dead mouse to save her life. Sometimes, she will talk about what happened in other famine years in confusion. She said that one spring, my uncles couldn't stand hunger, and they were caught stealing melons with some friends in the landlord's house. The cruel landlord let them eat melons and seedlings, so that later there was a jingle of "eat bark and chaff and forget about Lu". In fact, this was before the founding of the People's Republic of China. I just think it's fun to listen to her tell a long story, and I can't understand the hardships behind it and the meaning revealed in reality. Maybe it's because of the generation gap, which gives people such a gentle impression, but I always feel that she is a stubborn person subconsciously.

Of course, because childhood memories are connected in series. As far as I can remember, it snowed all night in winter. Grandma quarreled with my aunt behind my back at the knee-deep snow gate, and she never gave in. Aunt and grandma have been at odds, and the reason for this is still unknown. I heard it from my grandmother when I was older. She said that people will get old, and one day you will be a mother-in-law. Later, the aunt and daughter-in-law had more friction, and the relationship with grandma was greatly improved. I don't know if I have realized the bitterness, but this is another story.

My father is the third, and my brothers are honest, but my sister-in-law is not harmonious and my grandmother's life is not peaceful. Bo Er has been working in other places since he retired from the army. His family is well-off and enviable. His two sons also bought houses, got married and had children outside. Aunt Bo Er always complains that the roads at home are bumpy and difficult to walk, and there are no large supermarkets around to choose a wide range of goods for herself, so the number of times she goes home is getting less and less. Bo Er just took grandma to the city to enjoy her retirement. Two months later, grandma went home weakly. This is his insistence on Bo Er's wish. He has every reason to say that neighbors are obviously opposed to each other, but he doesn't say a word. He slammed the door, which was too obvious. He said that it is too difficult for many people to go out. The old lady in the park is really ugly and can't wriggle around in fancy clothes. She just stayed at home and looked after the yard for Bo Er. There is a flower bed with two thick vines on both sides of the door of Bo Er Hall. In summer, vines climb to the upper shelf and interweave together, so that sunlight can't get in, and grapes hang down from the vines one by one. We often can't stand the temptation to secretly pick them, and then eat them when they are mature. Grandma gently blames them. When they are really mature, Grandma picks them all, always full of baskets, and she distributes them equally from door to door.

Grandma is always puzzled by modern technology. She was puzzled and pointed to the TV and said that modern people can do it. Look at this man, he is still alive as before. She is already very confused, and always can't understand the disturbing plots on TV, but whenever the TV rings, she walks over with a cane and sits there watching together. Occasionally, I also express my understanding of what I have seen and heard, which is of course far from the plot. I will give her the simplest explanation. Sometimes when an actress appears, she will say, this girl is so strange and neat.

Yes, now she feels so gentle, I always feel that it is a kind of cheating, a feeling of being cheated. She is a stubborn and stubborn person. No one told me that everyone is concerned about their eyes and future. Who else will pay attention to an old man's past temperament? My grandfather is the host of other people's funerals. The elders said that it was a hot job in the old society, and you could have a delicious meal while others were in mourning. But as long as I can remember, my grandmother stopped talking to her grandfather. The reason seems to come from her grandfather. I don't know what caused her to accumulate so much hatred. I asked my father tentatively once. Seeing his angry expression, I quickly became silent and never dared to ask again. Grandpa was seriously ill when I was in primary school and has been bedridden ever since. When he died, he held the hands of his uncles and expressed his wishes. When he leaves, he wants to talk to his grandmother. At that time, grandma recovered from a serious illness, and several sons were concerned about the intertwined feelings behind her back, but no one dared to inform grandma, for fear that her abrupt behavior would bring discomfort to another old man, so grandpa died with regret.

Once when I came home, my mother, whose eyesight was always clear, brought reading glasses, which surprised me. Mother said that after the autumn harvest, she suddenly could not see clearly. At first she thought there was something wrong with her eyes, but later she had to admit that she was dizzy. Mother lamented that when people are old, their physical functions and temperament are quietly changing. This reminds me of my grandmother suddenly. Maybe her stubbornness is changing with time. After one illness, she was weak, and the impact of the illness on her body and mind was very obvious, even terrible, as if she had aged many years at once. Grandma, who has always insisted on independent cooking stoves, found that she really couldn't help but enjoy the care of her children. She often sighs that she is not far from the day of death, and she is afraid of death. Whenever she laments this matter, her loss is beyond words. Speaking of two children who don't come back to Bo Er's home all the year round, she always rambles on the phone that they miss her. When she is free, she goes home to see her and cries while chatting. Once, my second uncle called her to pay a New Year call, and she cried in front of the phone. She misses her uncle. She was afraid that if she really left, she would never see her relatives again. My mother said that it can't be like this during the New Year. When you cry, you don't know what happened there. You're worried. You feel that your children are not taking good care of you. In fact, we are really guilty, and we all know that grandma's life is hard like a mirror. My selfish and willful aunt often speaks ill of my mother. Not to mention an elderly man, she has been unable to refute as she did with her aunt in the past, silently enduring complaints.

In 2007, I went to the south, and the boss who opened a new store kindly comforted us that we could not have a holiday. We struggled and finally protested. Then an unprecedented heavy snow prevented everyone from going home, and we all obeyed. On the second day of New Year's Day, it is a festival. My mother called and said that my grandmother had left. When others are decorating, we spend it in sadness.

Grandma's death didn't bring me that great pain. I am very ashamed of this. I can't prove how much I love her with tears, but I heard that the fiery little aunt cried loudly on the day when grandma died. In fact, how many times have I thought about her? When I raise my glass and drink, when I earn money and squander it, when I am bored, when I dial a friend I don't know very well, I never think about her. I just say hello to her every time I go home and bring something ordinary. I am really satisfied and happy to see her. This is my grandmother. There are no glorious deeds and noble feelings in her life, including the most sincere love she gave me, which is fragmentary and unforgettable. Many times, when I travel far away, she will bring me her homemade soy beans or some boiled salted duck eggs. Actually, I really don't like these, but I always accept them.

Now that she's gone, she always feels that she left something behind. I think that Xi Murong's description of love before giving an example is a kind of melancholy, and she always thinks it is an appropriate description of her feelings of losing her loved ones. And that's all I remember about her.

Four compositions "My Grandma and I"

Come down quickly! "Oh, grandpa and I wrote a composition. Then I jumped down from the wooden chair, picked up a big wooden chair heavier than me, and staggered back to the house. Because I am short, I have been lying on the table by the big wooden chair. That's a wooden chair made by grandpa, with scarlet paint on it, but I knelt on it for a long time and a lot of paint was worn off by me. However, grandpa has been gone for five years! Now, I have grown up. There is no platform for me to lie down in the corridor, and there is no big wooden chair painted with scarlet paint. Sometimes, I will sit on that big wooden table and look at the sky from the window, thinking about my grandfather, but the sky is always caught by the protective cover of the window. I will squint and think, "Can I fly? "My mind keeps flying, I really want to go back to the past! Grandpa has been in the country since he was a child, but he has three sons and two daughters, most of whom live in the city. It can be said that dad is the pride of grandpa, and I am also the pride of grandpa! I am the most beloved of my grandchildren. Grandpa often says to others, "My second son's daughter is Ye Maoqing, and she is a promising child! She has ideals that hurt us old couple. Every time her parents write to us, she always writes two pieces of paper! "When I was a child, I always heard my mother say how my grandparents received my letter. I didn't understand it at that time, but I was happy to know that they were happy, so I was also very happy. Sometimes my eyes get wet when I think about it, and then I don't think about it soon, because I have a little hazy memory. Grandpa once told me to be strong and not to cry easily. My grandfather and I don't have many memories. The most profound one is to spend the New Year in my hometown. I have chicken pox, which is a strange infectious disease that is very afflictive. I got that disease, and I got a lot of acne, which was very itchy. When I catch it, it will break and flow out like water. If not treated in time, it will leave scars, which will be transmitted to children and not to adults. So, I can't play with my sister. Very boring. My grandfather saw all this. Grandpa quickly put down his work, told me the story of cocoon from ear to ear, and fried Chinese medicine for me. Because of the bitterness, I was coaxed to drink in various ways. The composition "My Composition with Grandpa" was written in the fourth grade of primary school. However, I just don't live up to expectations and throw up as soon as I drink it. That uncomfortable feeling can be described as unforgettable. So, I remember it very clearly, and I know that everyone is in a hurry. The next day, grandpa made an unexpected decision and took me to see a doctor one kilometer away. Although it is winter, the sun is so strong that I can't open my eyes. Grandpa rides a bike very fast and the wind is naughty. I am very happy! I vaguely remember grandpa singing and coaxing me on the muddy road. When I got home, I had dinner. Grandpa let me take medicine first. I don't remember how much I took, but it seems that the medicine is white and small, wrapped in paper. Then I got better and better. In this way, year after year, I can't remember how many letters I wrote to my grandfather, how many phone calls I made and how many times I went to the bus station ... One day, my grandfather finally came to Changsha to "enjoy his old age"! However, things are not as simple as I thought! Grandpa lives in my house. As far as I can remember, grandpa stayed in bed and went to the hospital. My mother often went to the hospital and took me there several times, but I only have few memories of it. There are two beds, like a TV, white sheets, bedding and curtains. However, grandpa went to heaven after all, the mysterious and happy world. I didn't see grandpa for the last time, and I can't remember the scene at that time, but I have a little impression. After grandpa left, I went to my hometown with my parents and uncle and attended his funeral. Grandpa's last wish is to be buried in the land where he has lived for decades. I didn't cry when I knelt in front of my grandfather's portrait. I thought to myself, "Grandpa, I will be strong. "However, after getting on the bus, tears still flowed out and kept flowing." Grandpa can't see! ""grandma said grandpa was taken away by an ambulance. Grandma once said it for five years. I didn't understand it then, but now I understand it, so as soon as I hear the sound of an ambulance, my heart will hurt badly. Grandpa's face is a little vague in my mind, but what is not vague is his unchanging smile. Grandpa must be an angel in heaven, so I want to be an angel. Me and my grandfather Me and my grandfather

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My grandmother wrote a story about her love for me, which should be touching and rewarding if necessary.

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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.

Ⅶ touching composition about me and grandma together.

I have a good grandmother. She has white hair, eyes that always smile, and a mouth that smiles at me every day is embedded under her eyes. She is very kind.

Grandma is a very thrifty person. Once, my grandmother and I went shopping. I saw grandma's leather shoes were quite worn, so I told her. "Grandma, your shoes are too worn. Let me accompany you to buy a pair. " I thought grandma had gone back to the supermarket or shoe store, but she took my little hand to the stall selling shoes. Grandma took a fancy to a pair of black leather shoes. Ask the stall owner: "How much are these leather shoes?" "Sell 10 yuan." The seller said. "Is it 8 yuan?" "Grandpa, I can't earn a penny for selling 8 yuan." "Then give me a pair." Grandma said. Grandma took out 10 yuan from her pocket and paid it to the seller.

Later, grandma took my little hand and walked to the supermarket. I asked on the road; "Grandma, what are you doing there?" Grandma replied, "You'll know when you get there." Grandma took me to the supermarket to the place where walnuts were sold. Grandma went in and took a look. I asked,' Grandma, do you want to buy walnuts? Grandma said, "You have to recite words again. The exam is coming soon. I'll buy you some walnuts to replenish your brain." I looked at the bid price, 39 yuan 1 kg. Grandma packed the bag, and the seller weighed it and said; "A 98 yuan." Grandma didn't hesitate to take out 100 yuan from her pocket, and the seller changed two yuan. You see, grandma is so hard on herself and so generous to me.

Another time, I didn't do well in the English exam and went home dejectedly. Grandma guessed that I didn't do well in the exam and said, "How many points did I get in the exam?" I said hesitantly, "Eight ... Ten." Grandma hugged me and smiled. "It doesn't matter if you don't do well in the exam. As long as you are serious, I believe you will do well in the next exam. " After listening to grandma's encouragement, I have confidence again.

My good grandma, thank you for your love!

ⅷ touching story My grandmother wrote 600 words.

My grandmother has a pair of calloused hands. Dad often says that he likes grandma's hands very much.

My grandmother has a pair of dexterous hands. Grandma likes knitting sweaters. She can embroider the famous fable fairy tale "The Race between the Tortoise and the Rabbit" on her hand, and she can also "give birth" to a newly hatched chicken. The chicken looks furry and very cute! When winter came, grandma carefully knitted me a beautiful wool hat to keep me from getting sick. I took my hat to school and took it out when I got home from school. Many students can't help asking me, "Liu, your hat is really beautiful." Where did you buy it? " How much did it cost? "I proudly told them," it wasn't bought, it was knitted by my grandmother. "

My grandmother also has a pair of magical hands. Grandma's hands can make things that others don't like to eat, so my brother and I both like to eat grandma's cooking. On Dragon Boat Festival, grandma got up early and bought some red beans, red dates and meat. From the market. Grandma mixed the glutinous rice and prepared to make zongzi. Grandma's jiaozi is so exciting. It's all tight and triangular, like pieces of dark green triangular building blocks. It's especially beautiful. When the delicious zongzi came out of the pot, my brother and I couldn't wait to catch it and eat it. I peeled a red bean zongzi, ah! It smells good! It smells like red beans, glutinous rice and Zongye ... I don't know how many flavors there are. I couldn't bear it any longer, so I quickly took a big bite. It tastes great! Jiaozi wrapped by grandma is not as soft and firm as the one bought on the street, which makes people feel chewy. When I finish eating a zongzi, I will look at my brother. He has eaten three big meat dumplings.

My grandmother has a pair of hardworking hands. She has done a lot for us. My family and I are very grateful for these hands.