My story composition with grandma.

In our daily life, everyone will often come into contact with composition, and people can achieve the purpose of cultural exchange through composition. So how to write a general composition? The following is the story composition of my grandmother and me, compiled for you, for reference only, I hope it will help you.

My grandmother's story composition 1 Grandma is a simple and frugal old man. Although she has passed away, her kind and kind appearance has echoed in my mind for a long time.

I remember it was when I was 7 years old. I was going to my grandmother's house with my father. At that time, when I took care of my grandmother, she was over 60 years old and still lived in a dilapidated house. She saw me, hugged me tightly and cried excitedly. I don't know why, but when I saw grandma crying, I cried with her. Grandma saw me crying and took out candy to coax me. I had a good time. Grandma saw me crying and laughing, and she laughed with me.

Since I came to my grandmother's house, my grandmother has taken me everywhere to buy this and that for me. I know grandma's money is hard to come by. One day at noon, the farmers' uncles all went home to rest. But grandma is still busy in hot weather. Even a young man can't stand this weather, let alone an old man in his sixties! I can't help thinking, "Grandma, you are so great!"

One day a few years later, all of us were suddenly informed that grandma was critically ill. Hearing the news, the family rushed to the hospital like a bolt from the blue. Grandma saw me coming and said to me, "Cheng Xiao, there are some of your favorite sweets in the drawer next to me. I can't move now Help yourself. " Hearing this, I cried, crying so sad.

Soon after, grandma still couldn't get rid of the call of death and left us. According to the people present, grandma kept calling my name before she died. How I wish my grandmother could come back to me, even if it is the last time to look at me, but I know all this is impossible.

This is the story of my grandmother and me that I remember in my heart.

My grandma's story composition 2 In my study and life, there is a person who always cares about me. She is my grandmother. She is a teacher in my study and a relative in my life. She and I often have some interesting stories, among which the flower rope left a deep impression on me.

On Friday, after I finished my homework, I suddenly remembered my classmates' favorite game-turning the flower rope. It takes two people to play with the flower rope. What should I do? My first one was like grandma. "Grandma, shall we play with flower ropes?" "ok!" Grandma readily agreed. I quickly found a cotton rope and tied it head to head. Then, I picked up the rope with my hand, with my left hand around the rope on the left and my right hand around the rope on the left. Then I lifted the rope from the palm of my other hand with the middle fingers of both hands, and finally it became a railing on the bridge. I proudly put the rope in front of grandma. "Grandma, turn it over!" "Grandma smiled." All right! "I saw grandma put her hands into the gap, and then mixed the ropes on both sides, which became another pattern." Ha! This is not simple? "I figured out the next pattern by dividing it by 3 times and 5 times ... in this way, we are neck and neck.

Suddenly, I thought: I must embarrass her and let him lose to me. So I tampered with the rope, and the pattern became difficult. Who knows that grandma turned over a difficult pattern at once, and I looked left and right, and there was no good way to turn it over. Ah, this is over! This is not eating chicken rice. "Ha, you this trick also want to beat me? No! " "ah? Grandma, have you seen it? " "Of course, I don't know how many flowers are in your stomach?" "Ha ha ha ....." We were both immersed in joy.

I know a little about checkers, but compared with my grandmother who has more practical experience, my "three-legged cat" kung fu is nothing.

Grandma and I went to war again today. In the first round, due to my inexperience, I was beaten out of the water by my grandmother. In the second round, under the guidance of my mother, things got a little better, and I got a little better. In the third round, after carefully summing up the previous experience, we began to fight independently.

Grandma and I are like two generals with troops, deploying troops according to their respective battle plans. I will try my best to use the "soldiers" in the rear to pave a "road of temptation" to lure "the enemy". After the "enemy" shipped two pieces from the "road of temptation", I immediately closed the road. This can make grandma anxious. Her soldier was blocked near that road, but there was no way out. This is exactly what I want! I took this opportunity to pave the way with my "soldiers" and slowly seized the occupied land of the "enemy" camp. Finally, my grandmother ended in defeat.

Through playing checkers this time, I understand: playing chess should also have the strategy of children! I used the "ecstasy solution" to distract my grandmother's "strength" and "sneak in" myself. This is the key to turning defeat into victory!

I once had an amiable and respectable grandmother with rough hands, wrinkled face, bright eyes and silver hair. This is my first feeling for grandma. At that time, grandma would buy me a lot of 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, she is fearless. Once it rained heavily, my grandmother wanted to take me home, but I didn't see her. The more you wait, the more anxious you are, for fear that you can't go home. Suddenly, my grandmother's figure caught my eye. Grandma came in a hurry and asked, "Didn't get caught in the rain?"

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.

At that time, although the journey to and from school was not long every day, grandma still came to pick me up. After walking for a long time, her white hair will always be wet with sweat, and even a little sweat will drip down her neck. The sweat falling from her eyelids will make her barely squint. But at that time, these hard waiting always made me hard to see and understand, just jumping around in her huge shadow like beans, cheerful and eager. She is a joker and always has endless stories and jokes. She likes telling me jokes. Those jokes are actually a bit old-fashioned and light, but they are very interesting, and people can't help laughing at her moving face, not only because the story itself is interesting. Some laughter seems to be from the heart, but it seems to have sounded out of thin air in that hard past.

Now, these things have passed for a long time, and grandma has gone for a long time, but grandma's amiable and respectable will remain in my heart forever.

I grew up with my grandmother, who knows me best.

Grandma knows that I am in poor health, especially my spleen and stomach are weak. Grandma has always insisted on watching books and TV programs about health preservation. She bought a lot of health books, some of which were put in the bookcase and some were scattered on the bed. As long as she has time, she will not look at it. She read most of them. I often sit next to her and watch her wearing a pair of reading glasses, as if she were thinking about something. Grandma learned diet therapy from one book, and later learned to pinch muscles from another book. Grandma thinks the method of pinching muscles is more effective. Whenever there is an opportunity, she will discuss ways to pinch muscles with others. Grandma tried it for me for a while, and the effect was much better than diet therapy. Grandma was very happy and squeezed harder. Watching my body grow stronger every day, she persisted. As a result, this pinch is four years.

One day I came home from school, and the teacher didn't leave much homework that day. I finished my homework quickly. Just after dinner, my mother came back from work. I'm afraid my mother will review for me again. At this time, grandma asked me to pinch my muscles. I was so happy, but it saved me. I lay comfortably in bed and cocked my head to watch TV for a while. Muscles contract from the bottom of the body to the head. Grandma usually sits next to me and can touch my head as soon as she reaches out. This time grandma said, "Baby, step back, I can't reach it." Although this sentence is very light, it sounds like a bolt from the blue to me. I suddenly realized that as my figure grew taller and taller, my grandmother grew older day by day. I think: I am growing up day by day, but my grandmother is old. I can't keep pointing at her and pinching my muscles to live. I want to exercise myself and grow tall and strong. Grandma won't bother because she can't pinch my muscles.

I have never forgotten my grandmother's concern for me, and now I am strong, so I don't need her to bother.

My grandma's story composition 6 During the summer vacation, due to my vivid interpretation of "doing nothing", there was only one week left in the countdown to the start of school, so I finally stopped being calm and began to hurry up with my homework. ...

I finally finished most of it, even forgot to drink saliva, and quickly climbed the last five "composition waves and horse peaks" that made me very headache. I finally finished my fourth composition the day before school started, and my mood suddenly relaxed like a tight rubber band, with an indescribable ease. Only this last "mountain" remains. What should I write? How to write? Suddenly I caught a glimpse of my busy grandma, and I had an idea-why not have an essay contest with grandma to see who can improvise? How's it going?

So, after easily persuading grandma, we sat down at the desk-dad was the referee, and the competition lasted for 50 minutes. The topic of the composition was "Gleditsia sinensis".

At the command, the game begins!

To tell you the truth, my heart is a little hairy. In just 50 minutes, grandma, an "old writer", is enough. But for me, because I think slowly and write slowly, this period of time is probably only enough to "plug my teeth." Faced with this arduous task, I can only cheer myself up with lyrics such as "Come if you can" and "Strive for victory".

From time to time, I turned my head to look at the acacia tree outside the window. While trying to make words and sentences in my mind, I kept writing ... 10 minutes passed, and finally I finished writing a piece of grid paper-fortunately, my thinking was clear and my writing was smooth. I am very happy and look up at my grandmother-wow! I've already started writing the third side!

I suddenly panicked and my confidence was eaten by self-doubt. Can I finish it within the specified time? Are you satisfied when you finish writing? ... repeated rhetorical questions hit my heart, which was "ice on the cliff" I tried to calm myself down and continue to "work hard", but my mind was already in a mess, and I just wanted to catch up with my grandmother's progress quickly.

Forget it, whatever, I'm just scribbling! So, I muttered to myself, grabbed a pen and scribbled at random, with handwriting like "gobbledygook" ...

As time goes by, I write close-ups: abstract metaphors, childish personification, slow parallelism, embarrassing quotations ... really "hungry for food"

After emergency rescue, my composition was finally finished 15 minutes ahead of schedule! Grandma turned around and continued to write. I held my breath and stared at my messy "masterpiece", and suddenly I felt a "sentence-making impulse": "This" Gleditsia sinensis ",which condensed my sweat and wisdom, is like a bottle of mixed wine!"

After grandma finished her masterpiece, dad took the lead in picking up her article and reading it-I felt that this article was written in one go, with sophisticated and simple words, moderate rhythm and a calm and elegant throughout. Sure enough, ginger is still old and spicy. Compared with her, I am not even a "little witch"!

It's my turn. I volunteered to read aloud. ...

Unexpectedly, after reading it, my father praised my "five flavors powder" and said, "It seems that your speed is not a problem!" I don't know whether he is telling the truth or comforting me. However, I prefer to believe that I am a fan of the authorities and my father is a bystander-I can improvise this level in a hurry, so what if I write it carefully … I think the future is immeasurable! I know what I lack is courage and confidence.

On the whole, the game was a success. The final result: Grandma and I tied for the championship! We cheered and high-fived from the heart! I believe that this competition, which has benefited me a lot, will definitely become a precious memory for me and my grandmother!

My grandmother and I only have one baby grandson. She loves me very much and takes care of my life every day. Many interesting things have happened in life.

Lens 1:

One day, I saw grandma cooking, and I had a bad idea. I deliberately shouted, "Grandma, come here. I want to show you something. " Grandma heard my crying and quickly put down her work and came to see what I wanted her to see. I said with a wry smile, "Look at the air!" "

Grandma went her own way, so I quickly stopped her and frowned: "What's that smell? It won't be a burnt dish! " "Why can't I smell it?" Grandma asked doubtfully. "Maybe you have a cold!" I said it on purpose.

Grandma ran into the kitchen and saw that the food was not bad, so she turned around and smiled at me and went to work again.

Camera 2: When the meal is ready, I take a bite and pretend to shout, "Oh, my God! I'm choking on salt, grandma. Let me ask you a question. Is the salt used for cooking in our family free? " Grandma carefully tasted my cooking and said, "it's not salty, it's a little weak!" " ""hee hee! Am I kidding? " I said cheekily. Hearing this, grandma slapped me hard.

Scene 3: Another day, I wanted to show my little boy around, so I came home. I deliberately opened the rabbit cage, hid the rabbit in the room, and then pretended to panic and said, "Grandma, the rabbit ran away." Grandma didn't confirm it, so she started looking for rabbits in a panic. I searched for it for a long time but I couldn't find it. I smiled: "Grandma, you have been cheated!" " "

Through these little things, I understand that because I am grandma's grandson, she trusts me too much and thinks I am telling the truth, so I am so easily deceived. In the future, I will also get rid of the bad habit of playing pranks and be an honest and lovely child.

I remember when I was a child, I was very hungry when I came home from school every night, and I often couldn't help shouting twice in vain. Later, I don't know when it started. There is always 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.

Grandma loves me. Now that she is old, I have grown into a big girl. ...

One day, I was playing in my room and found my grandmother uncomfortable. I rushed over and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you?" Grandma leaned her hand on her head and replied feebly, "I just can't sleep these two days." It doesn't matter. " I was very anxious after listening, and hurriedly comforted my grandmother: "Don't worry, I will wash your feet, maybe you will fall asleep."

As soon as I spoke, I rushed into the kitchen and picked up the kettle to boil water. Time goes by. I kept rubbing my hands, which seemed very long. Finally, the water boiled. I poured it into the basin, tried the water temperature by hand, slowly adjusted the temperature with cold water, and then took it out. I carefully put grandma's feet into the water and cleaned them carefully. I lifted one of my grandmother's feet and gently stroked the wrinkled and weather-beaten foot. From the arch of the foot to the sole of the foot, from the toe to the heel, every tiny piece of garbage in the "whirlpool" can't escape my eyes. I gently picked up the garbage and chatted with my grandmother. After a while, one foot was washed. I quickly wrapped it in a towel to keep warm and began to wash the other foot. I repeated the action slowly, gently and carefully ... I washed my other foot. Finally, carefully help grandma wipe off the dew on her feet and put it on the bed. Soon, grandma's snoring came from the room. ...

I walked out of the door, poured foot washing water, and a gust of wind blew, feeling that I had grown taller.

My grandmother's story composition 9 is the annual Dragon Boat Festival. Looking at the colorful lines on the girls' slender wrists, and then at my empty wrists, the slightest affection between my grandmother and me reappeared in my heart. ...

That summer, my grandmother and I spent it in the hot Changsha. Maybe my arrival has added a little green to this small room. My grandmother's eyes always smile like her back, so kind.

The night before the Dragon Boat Festival, I went home after playing with my friends, and the washed glutinous rice and red dates were already lying in the corner. The door of my grandmother's room is unlocked. I wanted to open it to scare my grandmother, but the scene behind me scared me to death. My grandmother's back is more bent in the dim light. She has one leg on the bed and the other on the counter. Behind the big, round reading glasses are a pair of tightly narrowed eyes, and the thin lips seem to hold their breath and miss the relaxed appearance of the past. Her head is hooked back, and her trembling hands have been rubbing something. Suddenly, she stopped, took out rusty iron scissors and searched among the coils scattered all over the table. Suddenly, she smiled, like a child. Seeing this scene, a trace of tenderness slipped across my cheek. I turned away. I really didn't want my strong grandmother to know that I had seen all this. I saw her trying to find the monochromatic silk thread she wanted, and I saw her bony hands. The beauty of that moment and the faint light of love on her face were immediately fixed in my mind and lingering.

The next morning, the little sister next door knocked on the window to wake me up. I opened my sleepy eyes and saw her waving colorful wrists at me. I raised my arm and looked, a red wrist, a green wrist and a blue wrist. How nice!

After returning to Dalian, my grandmother gave me several colorful ropes every year, and I couldn't bear to wear them. Because it's gone when it rains. But last summer, I couldn't get any more colorful ropes, because grandma left us forever.

Time passed quietly, taking away the wind, the rain and grandma, leaving only the thin colored rope, telling the love between me and grandma.

I once had an amiable and respectable grandmother with rough hands, wrinkled face, bright eyes and silver hair. This is my first feeling for grandma. At that time, grandma would buy me a lot of delicious and fun things.

My grandmother loves me very much. She left 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, so 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, she is fearless. Once it rained heavily, my grandmother wanted to take me home, but I couldn't see her. The more you wait, the more anxious you are, for fear that you can't go home. Suddenly, my grandmother's figure caught my eye. My grandmother came in a hurry and asked, "You didn't get caught in the rain, did you?"

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.

At that time, although the journey to and from school was not long every day, my grandmother still came to pick me up. After walking for a long time, her white hair will always be wet with sweat, and even a little sweat will drip down her neck. The sweat falling from her eyelids will make her barely squint. But at that time, these hard waiting always made me hard to see and understand, just jumping around in her huge shadow like beans, cheerful and eager. She is a joker and always has endless stories and jokes. She likes telling me jokes. Those jokes are actually a bit old-fashioned and light, but they are very interesting, and people can't help laughing at her moving face, not only because the story itself is interesting. Some laughter seems to be from the heart, but it seems to have sounded out of thin air in that hard past.

Now, these things have passed for a long time, and my grandmother has been gone for a long time. However, my grandmother's amiable and respectable will remain in my heart forever.