A composition about grandma and grandma: The most beloved thing in the world is the deep love between grandparents and grandchildren.

A composition about grandma and grandma: The deepest love between ancestors and grandchildren

Author/Hubei Wang Daifu

Introduction

As the saying goes: "Kiss from another generation, kiss again and again." Family love is the most beloved thing in the world. "The feeling of licking calves" is innate. For the elderly, enjoying the family happiness between grandparents and grandchildren is a happiness that cannot be replaced by any material enjoyment. Whenever we see scenes of loving ancestors, filial piety, and joy, our hearts will be filled with infinite emotion.

Beautiful Essay 1

Grandma’s handprints

Li Hanrong

Grandma’s needlework is good, and people around her say: She The craftsmanship is good.

The clothes made by grandma are not only sacrificial, but also beautiful. Good-looking means aesthetic and artistic. However, the people in the countryside don’t say that, they only say it’s good-looking. Good-looking seems to be a simple statement, but in fact it is not easy to get this evaluation.

Grandma said that people are looking for the right clothes, and the clothes are also looking for the right person. Once they find it, the person is satisfied, the clothes are also satisfied, the person is good-looking, and the clothes are also good-looking.

She believes that turning a piece of cloth into a good piece of clothing is just like turning a person into a good person, and requires some effort. Whether making clothes or being a person, you must have a "style" in mind to do it well.

Grandma is very meticulous and patient in making clothes. From measuring to cutting to sewing, she seems to be carefully understanding the mood of the cloth. When a piece of cloth is turned into a piece of clothing, it must be exciting and full of expectations, and maybe even There is a bit of timidity and fear: if it becomes nondescript or even ugly, Bu's reputation and dignity will be ruined. At that time, Bu may be very sad.

In my memory, every time before sewing, my grandmother would wash her hands first, dress neatly, and sit as straightly as possible. Grandma always sits in a brightly lit place doing needlework. She especially liked to sit in the courtyard and make small clothes under the high sky. Her expression looked simple, pious, and somewhat solemn.

When I was a child, it was only possible to wear new clothes during the Spring Festival or birthdays. Old clothes and patched clothes are our daily clothing. We don’t feel aggrieved when we wear clothes that are fully patched. This is partly because people live a life of patching, and partly because grandma carefully matches the color and texture of each patch when patching our clothes. Shape, she made patchwork clothes into works of art.

Looking back now, in those patchy years, grandma still insisted on her simple aesthetics, and she patched up her life with the "style" in her mind.

In addition to sewing large clothes, grandma can also embroider. There are various patterns embroidered by grandma on insoles, pillowcases, quilt tops, sheets, and aprons.

Grandma’s “artistic inspiration” comes from her heart and from nature. Swallows and other birds flew overhead, and their cries and shadows would fall on grandma's heart and hands. Grandma would copy them with needle and thread. Grandma often stares at the clouds in the sky and is lost in thought. The needle and thread in her hand are motionless, cloth, waiting quietly. Suddenly there was a chirping of a bird or other sounds, and grandma looked back from the clouds as if awakening from a dream, and embroidered with fine needles and dense threads. After a while, the patterns in the sky reappeared in her hands. My uncle who went to middle school said that my grandmother’s craftsmanship was learned from heaven.

That autumn, when I was in elementary school, my grandmother gave me a pair of insoles and a pillowcase as gifts. There is a spring embroidered on the insole, with two small fish swimming in the spring and a cluster of daffodils growing beside the spring. I said, "Grandma, if my feet are soaked in the water, they will freeze." Grandma said, "My child, the spring water is warm in winter and cool in summer. In winter, there is warm water flowing under your feet, and in summer, there is coolness under your feet to protect you. Wherever you go, fish will accompany you, and where there are fish, you will not be thirsty."

There is a moon palace embroidered on the pillowcase. Under the osmanthus tree, there is a rabbit squatting in the moon palace. Inside, in the clouds, looking at the world, looking at me, at night, it guards my dreams.

Grandma used fine needles and dense threads to collect all the good things in heaven and earth and stick them close to my body. What sticks close to my body are my grandma’s dense handprints and her dense emotions.

To this day, I still have a pair of insoles from my childhood. That's my personal artifact. I kept them, I kept my grandma’s handprints. Unfortunately, due to the passage of time, they have become worn out and are as fragile as cultural relics. But the spring water is still rippling, and if you are close to it, you can seem to hear the faint sound of water; the two small fish have not grown up and have been swimming in the depths of the years; a few clumps of narcissus are still in bloom. This is how grandma kept a flower out of season.

I asked my wife to copy them with needlework and make several pairs. One pair will be kept as a family relic, and the others will be given to my daughter. But my wife has never used needlework, and there has been no needlework in the house for many years. The wife said: "There are many insoles in the store, and the computer drawings are also very beautiful. Who still does this kind of work now? This is already an outdated craft." The daughter echoed: "It is already outdated."

I buy back the needle and thread, and I want to "copy" our cultural relics with my own hands. I copied the pattern on the cloth and then embroidered it stitch by stitch. I calmed down and fell into the kind of state of mind my grandma might have had. Perhaps it is lonely and miserable. In the loneliness and misery, a kind of kindness, serenity and tranquility precipitate.

I copied my grandmother’s handprints and her state of mind stitch by stitch. The spring gushes out; the fish swims gently; the narcissus is about to bloom, holding eternal expectations. My hand lines try to be close to and overlap with my grandma’s hand lines. Her cold hand stretched out from afar and connected to the warmth of my hand. Is this craft, this hand pattern destined to be lost?

I saw clouds and moonlight in the sky that will never be lost.

I saw fish swimming over in the water, and the daffodils were about to bloom.

I faintly touched my grandma’s hand. The warmth of your hands that will never be lost.

(Selected from the 12th issue of "Wenyuan·Classic Essays" in 2011)

Appreciation

The literary boy used his grandmother's needlework as a clue to praise his grandmother. The author's ingenuity, hard work, simplicity, and love for life express the author's sincere feelings for his grandmother.

First of all, write about grandma’s psychology and habits when making clothes. This habit reflects grandma’s love for life and the characteristics of being a “serious” person. Then, write about "I"'s mood when wearing new clothes and old clothes. Although writing "I" wearing clothes actually highlights grandma's mending clothes. Next, the inspiration for grandma's embroidery comes from life and nature, which further expresses grandma's love for life. Finally, write "I" to copy my grandmother's hand lines and her state of mind stitch by stitch, so that the virtues of my grandmother will not be lost.

The author carefully observes life and discovers the truth, goodness and beauty of human nature. Through the most typical details and vivid descriptions, it stirs up waves of emotions in readers.

Essay 2

The war between grandma and grandma

Guo Aiping

Grandma is 90 years old this year, and grandma is 80 years old.

I was raised by my grandma. When I was a child, I had no special memories of my grandma.

Grandma doesn’t like Northeastern people, and my mother is her only Northeastern daughter-in-law. I don’t remember her hugging us. I just feel that her bound feet are far less cute than the dentures in my grandma’s enamel jar. Compared with grandma's innate kindness, we are more in awe of grandma.

After my grandfather died of illness, my grandma was taken to my home by my father. Perhaps from then on, the family affection that is thicker than water began to slowly penetrate. When I finally understood my grandma's Shandong dialect, I was already studying abroad and had no time to understand her preferences. Every time I went back, although there were two copies of the same thing, my grandma also liked it.

Grandma never eats at my house. She says she doesn’t take care of other people’s jobs.

Every time I see my grandma sitting upright on the head of the kang, she will whisper in a low voice: "Your grandma

This old Shandong stick with little feet,

has quite a lot of confidence."

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When I went back that year, I bought a box of cakes for my grandma. Grandma liked sweets, but grandma was just the opposite. But grandma just couldn’t tolerate grandma’s proud look, as if she had worked hard

The fruit of the tree was easily picked by others. Grandma pouted like a child and called me a white-eyed wolf.

Later, I learned my lesson and simply gave them money. When I came back, I found that the money was still intact in my bag. I knew that what they wanted was actually not money or things, but something that I could always do. Just go back and take a look.

This year’s ninth day of the first lunar month is my grandma’s 90th birthday. Grandma asked me to pick her up, but she refused to come. She said that grandma was taking the opportunity to show off that she has been living for five generations, and she just Four generations live under one roof, and then she loudly complained that the photos I took of her were not as clear as her grandma’s, and she even put her grandma’s photo at the bottom of the frame out of anger. The next day, grandma stood on tiptoe to take it back, and grandma sealed the photo frame with tape. The two of them argued like children, which made us dumbfounded. Later, grandma said that she was going back to Shandong, and she would leave the photo as a souvenir. After hearing this, grandma was silent for a long time and said: "You are old and scumbag. You can't even get on the train. Besides, there is no place where people are buried in the loess." , just throw your old bones away to the northeast."

"That's not possible, I'll go back to my roots if I'm not allowed to take the train," grandma immediately retorted.

"Then you are really the oldest migratory bird in the world. If you really want to go back, you have to wait until one day we go to town together and buy a new set of clothes. The previous ones are out of date." After saying that, neither of them spoke anymore. The mother whispered on the side: "When you were not at home, the two of them chatted together every day. It's great, but as soon as you came back, they started to fight openly and secretly."

In fact, we know that they want to use This method attracts our attention and attention, and I hope they really become two old children, so that after working hard all their lives, they no longer have to worry about those grandchildren.

When I left, I kissed the wrinkled cheeks of my grandma and grandma respectively.

After I came back, I kept looking for clothes for the elderly on Taobao, but sadly I found that there were very few. Occasionally there were a few pieces, but they were rarely the same, which prompted a series of suspicious questions from the shopkeeper: Why do you have to be exactly the same? Little do they know that if they are different, it will cause a war between two old children. In my heart, they are the same, regardless of whether they are dear or dear to me. Although grandma was absent from my childhood, I cannot miss her old age. I thank God for allowing me to live a long life and allowing me to see the same loving gaze in her eyes as my grandma when I reach middle age. At the end of my life, all I can do is go back often to see them. Even if they provoke a war, it is a happy thing.

There are no two identical leaves in this world, but I must buy exactly the same thing to give to them who still care about me in this world.

(Selected from the 2010 Issue 5 of "Reader·Native Humanities Edition")

Appreciation

The article writes about the "overt and covert struggle" between grandma and grandma. But this "war" is not fought for power or hurting feelings. It is just a special way of expressing their deepest hope that their children and grandchildren will pay more attention to them and value them. Instead of hurting family ties, their fights add warmth and joy to family life.

The author is good at capturing details and discovering beauty. The trivial daily words and deeds of the two old people reflect the value and true beauty of family ties.