A better composition than that written by relatives.

Better than 500 words written by relatives.

In a beautiful small village, there lived a white-haired and wrinkled Miao grandmother. She has only one son, but he has been working outside all the year round and has never been heard from. Only grandma lives a helpless life.

Nearby neighbors all know that grandma is alone. Everyone comes to help her do some housework, chat with her and help her solve problems every day.

There lived a little girl of Han nationality in the village, named Xiaoqing, who was always ready to help others. Know that grandma is in trouble and often help her.

When winter came, Xiaoqing thought of grandma's house and changed clothes and sheets for several days. So not afraid of the cold, I went to grandma's house with a bamboo basket on my back, put on my clothes and ran to the river. She rolled up her sleeves, rolled up her trouser legs and washed clothes repeatedly. On this day when the cold wind is biting and the north wind is howling, Xiaoqing still wears thin clothes, although she is warm and sometimes shivering. Her face was red with cold and her little hands were stiff with cold; A strand of hair fell, and she didn't like to comb it; Her sleeves are wet, and she doesn't care to twist them; Don't wipe your shoes when they are wet. She just thinks about grandma wholeheartedly.

The clothes were finally washed, and Xiaoqing crept back to her grandmother's house to dry the clothes, hoping to give her a surprise. Unexpectedly, grandma got up and saw Xiaoqing wash the clothes and sheets cleanly, with a smile on her face. Say to her gently, "You are really a good boy." Say that finish, then put his arm around the small qing, face on her face, hand gently stroked her. Xiao Qing, who was praised, was very embarrassed and kept rubbing her apron. Grandma said, "You are really my good granddaughter!" " Xiaoqing also said: "In my eyes. You are my grandmother! '

They hugged each other tightly. Although they are not relatives, they are as close as relatives, and love their grandchildren more than relatives. They are really relatives! Hello!

The composition does not mean that relatives are better than relatives.

"As long as everyone gives a little love, the world will become a beautiful world!" I believe everyone can sing this song, but have you ever given your love to others? I have such a touching story.

Once, as soon as I reported my homework to the teacher's office, Xiaohong asked me to play with them. I said yes. Everyone unanimously decided to play basket knitting. With the password of "weave, weave, weave flower baskets", everyone plays and dances like light swallows. Suddenly, a big classmate rushed over and knocked us to pieces. I cut my head on the edge of a brick. At that time, I felt nothing, so I played with them again. At first, Xiaohong said, "Oh, Qin Xiao has a wound on his head. Help her to the office! " Everybody help me into the teacher's office quickly. The teacher saw it and immediately took out a paper towel and asked me to cover the wound. Then take me to the hospital. On the way to the hospital, the teacher called her mother and asked her to come quickly. When we walked into the hospital, the teacher signed me up and went directly to the operation. The doctor said to have a stitch. We went to the operating room again to get ready for stitches. When sewing, the teacher stood by me and encouraged me. I felt a warm current in my heart, and sewing became less painful. I have to get a tetanus shot after the injection. We went to the injection area. I've always felt that an injection hurts, but it doesn't hurt so much when there is a teacher around.

In the afternoon, when I came to school, my classmates kept asking me, "Does it hurt?" The teacher is also caring and attentive to me. My eyes are moist.

My teacher and I are really not relatives, but better than relatives!

300 words better than relatives.

In the suburb of a city, there lived a white-haired grandmother. All her children have gone to work in the city and seldom come home. Only grandma lives alone.

A little girl named Xiao Jing is grandma's neighbor. Xiaojing always feels sympathy when she sees grandma doing housework with crutches. She decided to help her grandmother with the housework. One day, Xiao Jing saw grandma struggling to wash clothes with a cane in one hand and a laundry stick in the other. Xiaojing ran to grandma and said to her affectionately, "grandma, let me help you wash it." Please have a rest! " Grandma immediately shook her hand and said, "No, no, I'll do it myself." . "But Xiao Jing said firmly," it doesn't matter. When I grow up, it is right to help you with the housework. "Hearing this, the grandmother had no choice but to let Xiao Jing do it. So Xiao Jing rubbed and beat, and one piece of dirty clothes was washed clean by Xiao Jing as if it had just been bought. Xiao Jing finished her work and was about to leave. But I was hugged by my grandmother. Her warm face clung to Xiao Jing, and she said, "Xiao Jing, you are great!" " "Xiaohong said shyly," Nothing, nothing. "

Since then, Xiao Jing has often helped her grandmother in her life. Xiao Jing and grandma are not relatives, but their love is deeper than relatives.

Better than relative components

In a small Miao village, there lived an 80-year-old grandmother. The grandmother has several children, but all her children work in other places and seldom come back once a year. Because grandma's legs and feet are inconvenient, housework can't be finished in time. Grandma's neighbor lives in a Han family. There is a kind little girl in this family. The little girl often does housework for her grandmother and reads newspapers or tells stories to her grandmother when she is free. Grandma doesn't feel lonely at all.

One day, the little girl came to grandma's house to help her with the housework. She found that grandma was not at home, and she thought grandma might have gone shopping. The little girl found a pile of dirty clothes in the yard at this moment, so she picked up the washboard, tied on an apron and washed the clothes. The little girl rubbed them hard, and soon all the clothes were washed and her eyes were clean. While the little girl was hanging clothes, the old woman came back on crutches. Grandma was moved to tears when she saw what she saw. Grandma hugged the little girl, put her wrinkled face on her body and said, "Although you are not my relative, you are better than my relative."

As the saying goes, "Give someone a rose, and it smells good." If each of us can help him as enthusiastically as a little girl, then the world will be full of love.