Grandma's appearance composition is 5 words.

In my deep memory, there are many people worth remembering and remembering. Everyone is kept and accumulated in my mind like a short story. Slowly, these people and things are like a valuable story book, which is filled with deep affection and feeling the delicate care of their loved ones. They are often leafed through in my mind, which makes me always want to talk about my heart involuntarily. Today, I will talk about my grandmother.

My grandmother is a kind 75-year-old man. She is not tall, just like silver hair tied into a ball, and the wrinkles on her face are like deep grooves, indicating her vicissitudes.

When I was a child, my grandmother would cook noodles thinner than my hair for me every morning, and I would cook them five or six times in the morning. When I went to kindergarten, my grandmother bought me meat, spinach and fish every day, and I asked her to eat them first, but every time she didn't eat them, she only ate the leftovers in the refrigerator. Grandma usually works in the fields from 8 am to 4 pm, and only eats one or two cold steamed buns at noon. When I go to help her, she says, "No, this is an adult's job."

once my grandmother was hospitalized because of illness, but not long after she was hospitalized, I really wanted to eat the green balls made by my grandmother. In a chat, I accidentally said that I wanted to eat the green balls, and my grandmother said, "Do you want to eat the green balls? I'll go back and do it for you. " I quickly said, "No,no."

The next day, I went to grandma's house to play. As soon as I entered the door, I smelled a familiar fragrance. I hurried into the kitchen and saw grandma making a green ball. I asked my grandmother, "Grandma, why are you back?" Grandma said, "I'll come back after hearing you say you want to eat youth league!" " Grandma handed me a green ball as soon as she finished speaking, and I bit it down. Grandma kindly said, "Don't worry, there's more."

this is my grandmother.

I don't know when:

I'm always afraid to touch grandma's rough hands, to look at grandma's aging face and to comb grandma's pale hair

I've often thought of you since I left you to study in Chengdu.

When I was a child:

You would tell me stories, or put me to sleep or arouse my sensitivity to language until I could read and write.

I grew up:

You taught me how to be a man: to be a useful person and a civilized person.

Now I'm in middle school: I'm more sensible and you're older.

Although you're old, you're not old at heart.

on the phone, you often talk to me about some new topics to make me happy.

I will also make a face at you instinctively. Even if you can't see it, you will feel it and burst out laughing!