Chongai composition 800 words

In study, work or life, everyone inevitably touches or uses composition, which is a narrative way that people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is my 800-word favorite composition carefully arranged for reference only, hoping to help everyone.

From small to large, my grandfather loved me the most and often made me encounter various "bans".

Grandpa loves my mother very much. Maybe he loves me too. Probably because I was obedient when I was a child and I was willing to help my grandparents. It may also be that grandpa often worked in other places at that time, and I missed him very much. As soon as my grandfather came back, I asked him, "How are you? Please stay at home for a few more days next time. " Probably because my grandfather is a senior engineer and can play erhu, violin, harmonica and so on. The music he played blew away my unhappiness like a ray of sunshine, so I often regard my grandfather as my pride outside. When my grandfather heard my story from my little friend, he was very happy and loved me more.

Once, my grandfather and I passed a stall and saw steaming food. I sniffed, and the fragrance caught me like an invisible hand. Grandpa saw my mouth watering all over the floor and said, "Do you want to eat some kebabs? I kept nodding like a chicken pecking at rice, but grandpa asked me, "Do you want to buy some kebabs?" I shook my head and drum. Because I really know that my mother doesn't allow me to eat roadside snacks.

Grandpa seemed to understand my mind and said, "Nothing, just eat and go home." So I ate a barbecue happily and walked on my way home. I didn't expect it to be seen by my mother. My mother saw it and said angrily, "You asked my grandfather to buy food for you again. Do you think my grandfather's money was washed away by the flood, and the food on the stall was hygienic? " I lowered my head and silently threw the mutton string into the trash can. There was no noise this day, but there was obviously a storm.

At this time, my rescuer came, and my grandfather pulled me over and said, "I bought it for him myself." Besides, eating for a long time is nothing. " My mother glared at me and left. I breathed a long sigh of relief and thought, "It's a good thing Grandpa helped me, otherwise I would be finished." At this time, my grandfather whispered to me, "I can protect you this time, but I may not be able to protect you next time. I'd better eat less of this three-no-food!" " "I nodded, still sighing for the barbecue lying in the trash can.

On another occasion, grandpa came back from other places and brought back a bag of coins the size of a schoolbag. I looked at such a big bag of coins and jumped up and down on the bed with joy, making the coins make a crisp sound. I shouted happily: "I have money, haha!" " "Grandpa smiled and said nothing. But greedy, I still want more. Grandpa saw through my heart and took out a big leather bag from under the bed, which contained 1 cent and 5 cents of old money. Grandpa took some to me and smiled and said to me, "You are a money maniac. I'll give you the rest when you grow up. "My mother tried to stop me, but my grandfather's eyes stopped me. I thought it would be nice to have grandpa in my heart.

As the days go by, grandpa is getting old. The only constant is his love for me!