Writing the ending of the essay grandpa

1. Write a 400-word composition about my grandfather (the beginning and end should be exciting

My grandfather is over seventy years old, of medium height, with a straight back and a forehead full of wrinkles. , eyes always radiate a gentle light.

My grandfather is very frugal. One day, my grandfather and I felt that the room was unbearably hot, and there was a lot of sweat on my face, and there was a lump in my throat. I was on fire and very thirsty. The water in the cup seemed too hot to drink. I thought it would be great to have a bean paste popsicle now! I went to ask my grandpa for money, and he happily gave me two. Yuan. I went downstairs and bought two Oasis bean paste popsicles. I finished my one before I went upstairs. It was so thirsty! I walked in and handed Grandpa the popsicles, but he said, "You can eat it, Grandpa is not hot." Just drink some tea. You can eat it." I said, "Grandpa, you can't stand the heat anymore. It's so cool." Grandpa said with a smile, "You can eat it. I don't like it." "I don't believe it. Grandpa doesn't like eating popsicles in such hot weather. I said, "How about I buy another one?" Grandpa said, "I won't eat one." It's one yuan. You can eat it." I took the popsicle and whispered, "It's just one yuan. How stingy!" Grandpa said with a smile, "One yuan is money!" But think about it, I want it for grandpa. Grandpa never said he wouldn’t give me money to buy school supplies!

My grandpa is a lovely person. One day, a few friends came to my house to play, and grandpa cooked a meal for us. After dinner, grandpa played hide-and-seek with us. Grandpa would always hide in the corner and make faces to scare us when we appeared. When we played "123 Wooden Man", Grandpa would stay there like a wooden man, teasing us. Hahaha. When we were playing policeman catching thief, grandpa pretended to be a drunk policeman and made everyone laugh. Isn’t my grandpa cute?

My grandpa is kind. One morning, I overslept and my grandpa sent me to school. There was an uncle sitting on the ground with his teeth bared. The uncle said, "My foot is twisted." I held my uncle's feet, looked at them, and was silent for a while. I leaned into my grandfather's ear and said, "I'm going to be late for school." But my grandfather said, "Rirui, you go to school by yourself." This made me angry. What's bad, for an unrelated person, my grandfather actually left me and asked me to go to school by myself and be criticized by the teacher. I was so angry that I couldn't speak and walked to school alone.

In the evening, I came home and my grandpa happened to be at home. I went into my room without looking up. Grandpa came in with a smile and said, "Rirui, I delivered it to that uncle." Hospital, it’s okay. Don’t be angry with Grandpa, Grandpa is not good! Let’s eat quickly.” I turned around and just saw Grandpa’s smiling face, so I burst into tears and smiled.

This is my grandfather, a frugal, lovely and kind old man. Do you like it? 2. How to write the beginning and end of the essay "I admire my grandfather"

In the essay class, the teacher asked us to write about the celebrities around us. When I received this assignment, I suddenly felt stupid. Who should I write about, a singer, a movie star, a hero? Hollow. Suddenly, I thought of my grandfather - a man worthy of my admiration.

Grandpa is not a great person. He is not as respected as the people's police, nor is he like a big boss who lives a luxurious and enviable life all day long. He is just an ordinary doorman, with dark skin and piercing eyes. He does not look like an old man in his sixties at all. But I admire him because he has done extraordinary things in his position as a doorman.

When I was a kid, I hated my grandpa very much. I didn’t want to get too close to him because he was dirty and smelly. But, finally one day, I changed my view of grandpa.

One day when I was eight years old, my grandma went on a business trip. My parents wanted to go to my grandma’s house, but I didn’t want to go to my grandma’s house. My parents had no choice but to send me to where my grandfather worked.

When I was sending him off, my mother told me not to cry or quarrel with my grandfather, but to listen to my grandfather and not to be too alienated from my grandfather. I nodded reluctantly.

Grandpa was very happy to see me coming, as excited as a child. He picked me up and said, "Hey, let's go to where grandpa sleeps to watch TV." I didn't say anything, and went in to watch TV. When I was thirsty, my grandpa would buy me a drink. When I was hungry, my grandpa would buy me snacks. My impression of grandpa gradually improved.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, I was woken up by the "rumbling" sound coming from outside. When I opened my eyes, I found that the room was bright, but my grandpa was gone. I went out to look for my grandpa. When I was sleepy, I suddenly found that my grandpa was moving things. Because it was the height of summer, big beads of sweat were streaming down his cheeks. I looked at it and stepped forward to persuade him: "Grandpa, you are just a janitor, you don't need to do so much." "Today, the warehouse keeper, Lao Zhang, was ill and no one moved the things, so I took over. Be good, Go back to bed." When I woke up in the morning, I found that my grandpa was gone again, but there was a constant "rustling" sound outside the window. I looked through the window and saw grandpa sweeping the floor. I quickly ran over and said to Grandpa: "Grandpa, why are you out again? You didn't sleep well last night. You should go back to sleep now, otherwise you will be exhausted..." "Aunt Zhou, the cleaner, is sick today. , I will sweep the floor for her. The weather is bad today, it will be windy soon, you come and help sweep it." I muttered: "This is the cleaner's job, why should I do it?" Even though I said so, But he picked up the broom in his hand and started sweeping with grandpa. On this day, grandpa worked as a cook to cook for us and as a water deliveryman to carry water. . .

After I returned home, I learned from my father that there was actually no Lao Zhang or Aunt Zhou in my grandfather’s house. Grandpa made all this up. The company leaders saw that my grandfather was a teacher and worked hard, and wanted to give him a salary increase many times, but my grandfather said: "I am an old man, and one thousand yuan is too much. Any more salary will be wasted, so I won't use it." . ”

When I learned all this, I was moved to tears, and my admiration for grandpa arose spontaneously. I regret why I hated grandpa so much in the first place. I shouldn't have thought he was dirty. From then on, when people asked me what my grandfather did, my face was always full of pride! 3. Learn the beginning and end of the composition from my grandfather, and give better examples

I have learned so many things from my grandfather in the past three years.

He is the cypress in my life, evergreen. ——Inscription In my memory, my grandfather’s shadow is like the starry sky covered by clouds, appearing and disappearing.

Like a dark slippery loach, whenever I want to catch his message, I never see his face clearly, and it disappears from the hazy dream river, not knowing where it is. In fact, I have known for a long time that unlimited imagination is not as good as limited memories, even though the memories about him are also so rare.

Because I work in a different place, my father is worried about my studies, so he has taken me with him since I was a child. I still study in the city and can only go back to my hometown once during the New Year. For this reason, my contact with my grandfather was very short, but every time I returned to my hometown, I could learn some truths from the peasant smell that exuded the earthy smell.

The year before last was the most distant year that I can remember, but that year contained my grandfather’s smile that I remember most clearly. Hearing the sound of "lululu" wheels coming from the woodshed, I immediately put on my shoes and ran downstairs. I saw my grandpa pushing the bucket truck out of the woodshed. I asked him: "Grandpa, where are you going?" ?" He looked at me and said, "Grind rice! Come and help me get these bags of grain into the car." Fukurodani picked up the bucket truck, which was the most common in the countryside.

"Rice milling" is really a new word to me, so I decided to go with my grandpa. Walking across the stone bridge, the river under the bridge roared fiercely, and the sound drowned out the sound of the bucket truck bumping on the uneven road.

"Grandpa, wasn't this bridge just repaired last year?" "Well, when the bridge was being repaired, you couldn't cross here. You could only cross the river by boat, which was quite troublesome. But the bridge was repaired The people are doing a great job, but there are too many people and cars every day, and the stone bridge is now in ruins.

Sigh..." Grandpa sighed. After listening to my grandfather's words, I looked up and saw his gray hair and his tall figure, and I felt a burst of bitterness in my heart.

"Grandpa, let me do it." "You are too young, can you push it?" I immediately got under his arm and got between grandpa and the truck, holding the handlebar in my hand, smiling. Said to the surprised grandpa behind him: "Just let me do it, you take a rest."

... Later, we finally came to the rice milling shop. I was about to stop the car and have a rest when I heard grandpa coming. Someone from behind shouted happily: "Brother Zheng, we are grinding rice, haha..." I turned around in surprise, and was finally lucky enough to see my grandpa's smile, that joyful smile, so bright that his eyes narrowed to a slit. Smiling, holding a straw hat in his right hand, fanning it, the sun danced happily on his black and white hair, white cloth jacket, black trousers, and brown skin. This is the most beautiful image of grandpa in my heart.

I still think it was my grandfather who was pleased to see me growing up. Maybe there are other reasons that can make an old man who guards an old house happy. Grandpa is often the only one in the old house.

After I followed my parents to the city, I left my sister to be raised by him. At first, my grandfather was willing to amuse the child, but gradually my sister grew up and went to boarding school. To pay the tuition, you still have to endure the loneliness of being alone. Later, that happened.

Last year, on the morning of the Spring Festival, the news of my grandmother’s death spread. My grandmother did not pass away for no reason. She contracted cold a month before her death and stayed in the hospital for nearly two weeks. I and other family members also went to the hospital to visit her.

The person who takes the best care of my grandmother is my grandfather. Since my grandmother was admitted to the hospital, he rarely went home. When I went to the ward, he was busy wiping the old woman's face and giving her medicine. Rarely talks to us.

Later, for some unknown reason, the old man simply moved home and lived there for a week. Then on the morning of the Spring Festival, the old man was lying on the bed, closing his eyes peacefully, and seemed to never wake up again. Grandma's funeral diluted the excitement of the Spring Festival. The lion dance team patrolling the streets did not come to my house to celebrate the New Year. The red firecrackers on the wall were not lit. Grandpa removed them with scissors. The old house seemed to be in a world of red and white. Shaking, grandpa wondered whether he should also tear off the newly attached door god and hang up the white sheet.

The funeral ceremony had to be arranged in the old tile-roofed house. The whole family knelt in front of the grandmother's spiritual tablet, the ignorant children sat and played, and some uncles and aunts burst into tears. Only grandpa remained silent. What was surprising was that his eyes were so deep and filled with bottomless sadness. Or is it another forcibly suppressed emotion? This year I was facing the college entrance examination, and I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to take time out from my busy study schedule, so I told my grandpa about this on the phone and said that I couldn’t spend the New Year with him. There was a period of silence from the old man on the other end of the phone. During the mutual silence, I couldn't figure out the old man's mood.

Finally, he spoke: "Study hard." This sentence shocked me deeply: Studying, can you learn the nobility of the old man in the sea of ??books? No one has ever taught me such important truths about struggling in poverty, bearing responsibility in sadness, and enduring in loneliness, except my dear grandpa! I think back on the things I got to do with my grandfather: we went to the fields to harvest, grow vegetables, and drive ducks together, we ate the bananas he grew personally, we hung clothes and dried radishes on the roof, and he would buy me a bottle of Coke on festive days... …In the past three years, I have learned so many things from my grandfather.

He is the cypress in my life, evergreen. So, in the helpless search, I put away the network cable, stopped imagining, and returned to the sea of ????my heart. Although it was indescribably vast, the memory let me know so clearly that my grandfather was no stranger. .

4. Composition "Respectable Grandpa" Beginning and Ending

Beginning:

I have a big and warm family. In this big happy family, I like my grandfather very much. During my childhood, he stayed with me most of the time. He cared and loved me very much and taught me many principles. The person I respect the most is my grandfather who is eager to help others. Because his spirit taught me a lesson. On the one hand, it taught me how to behave and deal with things. On the other hand, it also allowed my little mind to sow the seeds of happiness in helping others. Therefore, I deeply admire and learn from my grandfather’s teachings.

Ending:

Ever since I became sensible, things like this have happened to my grandfather countless times. As I grow older, my grandfather's respectable image grows taller and taller day by day. oh! Respectable grandpa, your selfless spirit will always linger in my heart. Although his appearance is getting older day by day, in my mind, grandpa will never grow old, because I grow up day by day, and I can see the shadow of my grandpa in my body. I am the continuation of his life.

Hope you will adopt it, thank you! ~