Breakfast grandma's composition about grandma cooking breakfast for me every day.

Affection is like sending you a cotton-padded jacket in the cold wind to keep you warm; Affection is like giving you a cake when you are hungry, which makes you memorable; Affection is like sending you a bright light in the dark, so that you can get guidance ... It can be seen that affection is so important and indispensable in all life.

When I was in primary school, the school was far from home. Grandpa drives me to school every day on his broken bicycle from the 1980s. I sit on his bike every day, holding his waist, listening to the creaking sound of the bike, just like listening to songs, not to mention how comfortable it is.

My parents are busy at work, and almost all of them are taking care of me. She gets up early every day to cook for me and tie me a red scarf. She did the washing and mopping the floor. Although it is difficult, she never complains. At that time, I had a habit of eating freshly baked bread from a distant bakery every afternoon after school, insisting that my grandmother accompany me to buy it. My grandmother is not afraid of hard work and walks with me every day. But I was carried back by my grandmother, lying on my back, and I felt extremely happy.

Dad came home very late, but every day when he came home, before he had time to eat, I put a few problems that I couldn't solve in front of him and listened to him explain them many times before I understood. Listening to his lectures is the happiest thing in my study.

Mom gets off work later than dad. I was going to bed when she came home. She has to tell me a story. Listening to every word she said, I soon fell asleep. In the middle of the night, she had to drag herself out of bed and tuck me in. So I often kick off the quilt on purpose, waiting for the warm moment that my mother covers me.

Breakfast Grandma Mao Shihua's 800-word composition At 5 o'clock in the morning in deep winter, Huangtankou Village, Huangtankou Township, Qujiang District is filled with biting chill, and a grandmother with a hunchback and crooked neck will appear on the village bridge on time. For 23 years, she has set up a stall here every day except Sunday.

"A jiaozi costs 50 cents, an omelet costs 50 cents, a glutinous rice cake costs 50 cents, and a bag of soybean milk costs 50 cents ..." These are all made by old people who get up early, and soybean milk is also ground early in the morning. Some people say that this may be the cheapest breakfast in Zhejiang.

There are many small customers in front of the breakfast stall for the elderly.

The stall is close to the township central primary school, and the children coming and going affectionately call the old man "grandma for breakfast".

There is great love in the village, and the 83-year-old grandmother makes reporters feel the warmth of the morning.

My mother made a breakfast composition for me. In my memory, for many years, breakfast at home was the same every day: egg noodles. It has never been replaced. Eggs are ordinary eggs, and noodles are handfuls of dried noodles bought outside. The kind that is neither coarse nor fine.

It seems that my mother can only cook this kind of breakfast. Stir-fry chopped green onion, add water, add dried noodles when the water boils, and then beat in the whole eggs, one for each person. I don't know if I liked it when I was a child. I only know what adults do and eat, so every morning, the whole family eats the same breakfast. I used to think that everyone had breakfast like this.

Until the middle school lived on campus, I happened to find that there were porridge, pickles, fried dough sticks and oil cakes in Sacido. There were a few simple places in the school-actually not many, but they were rich enough to surprise me, which suddenly subverted my 10 concept of breakfast for many years. Since then, my desire for breakfast has been completely awakened, and I will go home on weekends. The noodles cooked by my mother are tasteless when eaten in my mouth.

After middle school, I began to refuse to eat breakfast cooked by my mother on the grounds that I had enough every morning. Then I asked my mother for money to go out for dinner. Of course, I also learned that there are all kinds of breakfasts in the street, which are far richer than the school cafeteria. I seldom eat breakfast cooked by my mother again, unless I am too lazy to go out and have a bite.

Later, when I went to college and went back on holiday, I found that my mother was still cooking egg noodles in the morning, the same method, the same procedure, the same noodles and a bowl with my father. There are poached eggs in the bowl with some chopped green onion floating on them.

That morning, I heated the milk in the microwave oven, opened the sandwich bread I bought from the supermarket the day before, sat next to them, joked with them while eating: "Mom, I really admire you, it's been decades …" and said to my father: "Dad, are you tired of eating it for so many years?"

"Tired of eating? Your mother will do the same. " The father smiled and said, "Your mother was so delicate when she was a child that she couldn't do anything. Just this egg noodles, or cramming before marriage. Now it is taught by your grandmother. " Father said, looking up to eat noodles-I didn't expect him to be tired of eating.

My mother poked me with chopsticks: "Little white-eyed wolf, you grew up eating this, and now you don't eat it at all." What happened to the egg noodles? " You have grown to one meter eight, and you are healthy and strong. "

Mom is telling the truth. I took a sip of milk and said, "If I drink milk every day, maybe I will play in the NBA ..."

Talking and laughing, my parents have finished eating eggs and noodles, and packed the dishes and chopsticks.

Grandma who sells breakfast in winter morning. Not far from the school, there is a grandmother who sells breakfast. There are many breakfasts in her family, besides steamed bread, steamed buns and Regan Noodles, there are my favorite fried sausages, potato cakes, freshly ground soybean milk and so on. I go to her place for breakfast every day.

One morning, I rushed to grandma's stall: "grandma, I want a cup of soybean milk and a ham sausage!" " Come on, come on, I'm going to be late! "I said to grandma out of breath." All right! I'll wrap it up for you Grandma handed me the wrapped breakfast as she said, and repeatedly said, "Slow down, slow down, don't burn!" "I grabbed the breakfast my grandmother handed me and ran away.

"Oh, I haven't given grandma money yet!" Just as I was eating sausage with relish, it suddenly occurred to me. "What should I do? School is about to start, and it is definitely too late to send money back. " "I think I'd better forget it, no one knows about it. And grandma didn't chase me for money. Maybe she forgot about the money a long time ago. Why don't I ... "The bell rang and I walked into the classroom with peace of mind.

The next day, I came to the intersection early, and I smelled an obvious smell of soybean milk from a distance. Grandma's soybean milk has just come out of the pot, so fresh! I hurried to my grandmother's stall and ordered a ham sausage and a cup of hot soybean milk as usual. When I was about to pay, I found that I really forgot to bring my money! I'm embarrassed to say it, but I'm afraid grandma will remember yesterday, so I have to pretend to touch it in my pocket and play for a long time.

"Forgot to bring money? Nothing, grandma will give it to you! " Grandma casually said to me while frying ham sausage. My face turns red when I brush it. "Grandma, I didn't give you money for breakfast yesterday!" I spoke loudly for fear that grandma could not hear me. "Nothing, just think of you as a grandmother!" After listening to grandma's words, I can't wait to find a crack in the ground.

"Grandma, I'm leaving and I'll be back soon!" I ran quickly in the direction of home.

Mao Shihua, the grandmother of Zhejiang Breakfast, wrote a composition at 5 am in late winter. There is a biting chill in Huangtankou Village, Huangtankou Township, qujiang district, and an old woman with a hunchback and crooked neck will appear on the village bridge on time. For 23 years, she has set up a stall here every day except Sunday.

"A jiaozi costs 50 cents, an omelet costs 50 cents, a glutinous rice cake costs 50 cents, and a bag of soybean milk costs 50 cents ..." These are all made by old people who get up early, and soybean milk is also ground early in the morning. Some people say that this may be the cheapest breakfast in Zhejiang.

There are many small customers in front of the breakfast stall for the elderly.

The stall is close to the township central primary school, and the children coming and going affectionately call the old man "grandma for breakfast".

There is great love in the village, and the 83-year-old grandmother makes reporters feel the warmth of the morning.

My grandmother's composition is an old man in his sixties. She is not tall, and her silver hair is tied in a bun. She is my grandmother, and she is a good cook at home.

Mom and dad work in the dark, who will do the housework at home? It's grandma. She can cook, wash clothes and clean everything. Grandma is especially concerned about my brother and me. She prepares a big breakfast for us in the morning and waits for us at the door after school in the evening. The naughty brother always doesn't do his homework carefully, so grandma has to take on the task of tutoring his brother's homework. Because grandma is only in the first grade, she knows nothing about many of his homework, so the task of tutoring grandma has to be given to me. Strange! Why don't I tutor my brother directly? One reason is that my brother doesn't listen to me, and helping him with tutoring is like casting pearls before swine; Another reason was put forward by grandma herself. Grandma said that she didn't know a few words and wanted to take this opportunity to learn a little. Therefore, every evening, you can always see the young and the old working hard.

On weekdays, grandma is a very healthy person and does things very neatly. But last week, grandma got sick, which made everyone worried. My uncle, aunt, aunt and aunt all went to the hospital to visit my grandmother. Watching her languish day by day, I don't know how uncomfortable it is. What should I do for her? Grandma's illness seems to make my brother understand a lot. That day, my brother packed his favorite snacks in his bag and wanted to go to the hospital with me to see his grandmother, saying that he would bring her food. Grandma was very happy and much better. I also asked my mother for cooking skills and made some dishes for my grandmother. My grandmother liked it very much and said it was the best dish she had ever eaten. My brother and I also made an appointment to see grandma after school every day and tell her stories to make her get better soon.

Grandma was finally discharged from the hospital the day before yesterday, but the doctor said to train more at home. But my grandmother is a very busy person, and when she feels a little refreshed, she starts to be busy again. Therefore, my mother gave my brother and me a glorious and arduous task, staring at grandma, only rest and no work. Hey! Don't say it, mom. It's really clever. My brother was spoiled, so my grandmother had no choice but to give up her job. But grandma is uncomfortable staying at home. What activities should be arranged for her? I want to teach grandma to play checkers, haha! As grandma wishes, you see, grandma has become a checkers fan. Grandma can't wait to play chess with me as soon as school is over. She also said enviously, "You are so happy. When we were young, we could do nothing but work. " "Grandma, we will teach you what you want to play in the future." My brother and I said in unison. Grandma smiled happily.

How does grandma write breakfast? My grandmother writes 300 words.

My grandma

Grandma is 63 years old this year, and the ruthless years have carved one trace after another on the old man's cheek. After spending most of her life in the countryside, she can finally go out and come to this big city where I live.

My father brought my grandmother here because he wanted her to enjoy retirement, but since she came to my home, she has taken care of almost all the work at home. Before 5 o'clock in the morning, grandma got up quietly, prepared breakfast for our family, and began to clean the room without a break. By the time we got up in twos and threes, grandma had eaten everything, sat at the table and waited for us to eat with a smile; Near noon, grandma braved the heat to go to the market to buy food. What about us? It was not until I finally remembered to eat that I found four dishes and one soup on the table, and grandma was still sitting at the table, smiling at people; In the blink of an eye, at night, grandma started to prepare dinner without saying a word, and sat quietly at the table waiting for us to eat ... In a blink of an eye, grandma has been in my house for almost two months, and day after day, she never complained, which made me deeply shocked.

Growing up, whenever I saw my grandmother, she always had a smile on her face, and she relied on me everywhere when she met things, but she just "stuck to the end" in her studies and turned to her father for help. Every time my father is giving me a lecture, my grandmother is doing "listening" and interrupting from time to time. When my father is away, my grandmother often moves out of my father's "lecture" to remind me to study hard at all times. Looking at grandma's serious and kind eyes, I had to accept it gladly.

Grandma's favorite is Yue Opera. Grandma knows almost everything about Yue Opera. She often can't help performing in front of us. She knows a thing or two about The West Chamber and A Tale of Two Cities, and she sings just right, which really smacks of Yuan Xuefen! Sometimes on a whim, she used many things around her as props: scarves, hats and, more importantly, clothes hangers! Every time grandma sings Yue Opera and looks at her like that, I deeply realize that "the old man is not old"!

For grandma, I have to admit that as a granddaughter, I still have a lot of incomprehension about her. Grandma, who just turned 30, began to visit the villagers on muddy country roads. If it is a neighboring village, or even a strange village farther away, grandma will still insist on seeing a doctor. In the old society, there were many doctors like grandma, and the medicines they used were also provided by the local government. However, many years have passed, most doctors have changed careers, and * * * no longer provides drugs. But grandma still insists on her "hobby of practicing medicine" and buys medicine for the villagers at her own expense, without charge or loss. Until now, grandma, who is old, still can't help treating her neighbors, but she is sick and ignores me, which has always puzzled me.

Every morning, my mother always gets up before dawn and cooks breakfast for me. It stands to reason that I am a very happy child, because I have something to eat as soon as I get up, but I am not satisfied. Every time my mother brings me breakfast, I look at it instead of saying, "Oh, I don't want to eat this." Or "tired of eating." Every time I whisper for a while, I bite the bullet and eat. Yesterday, my mother finally couldn't help it. She shouted loudly, "Since you don't want to eat, get up early tomorrow, buy it yourself and eat whatever you want!" I thought my mother was angry at first, but this morning my mother actually kept her word and gave me 5 yuan to go to school by herself. "My God!" I thought to myself, "How can this work!" But I knew from my mother's irresistible tone that she was serious this time, but it was too cheap for her to lose like this, so I replied in a confident tone: "I know!" " He put on his shoes, put on his schoolbag and flew out. When I arrived at the breakfast stall, I looked around, steamed buns, steamed buns, alas! I don't like them! After a long time, I had to go to the store where I bought the sauce-flavored cakes, and I really realized why my mother got up so hard to make breakfast for me. This is my mother's love for me! Not only does she have to get up early, she also has to watch what I like to eat before cooking for me. If she doesn't care about me, she can throw me a few dollars and then leave me alone, but … but she didn't! ..... After school, I went home and came to my mother. "Thank you, Mom. Will you make me breakfast later? " Mom smiled and nodded in agreement, and I smiled. At that moment, I deeply realized how much love was wrapped in my mother's breakfast!

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