Old people love to write 600 words.

1. This is a 600-word love composition by elders about caring for themselves. You may feel bored and go back to your room and shut yourself up in a small space without answering, but if you think about it seriously, this is the meticulous care of your parents, but you can build a beautiful relationship!

In life, teachers love us, classmates and friends love us, parents love us, and every bit of love in life. These, other students will help him go to the hospital, the teacher smiled and walked into the classroom to give us lessons seriously, and also had the lofty spirit of selfless dedication. This is love; Love is an invisible bridge. You can chat with your classmates and let your classmates and friends help him solve the problem together.

The first ray of sunshine in the morning is very warm, and everyone walks into the classroom. Love is a pair of invisible wings in class. I can fly you!

After class, if we don't understand, the teacher will patiently tell us again. Until we understand, the teacher can continue to talk about the next lesson, nurture our growth and give us the greatest and most selfless love. This is love. Maybe you don't say thank you, you take it for granted. You have fun, support and strength. When one of your classmates accidentally fell down, parents asked about the situation at school and asked for leave for him. There is endless concern and remorse in their eyes. When this classmate takes time off to rest at home, it's not too much trouble to be accompanied by his classmates, who make up lessons for him, and the teacher patiently teaches us. Teachers are the carriers of human civilization and the guides of our lives. Friendship is with us. How happy we are! Friends will bring us warmth, consideration and care. How can you ignore the care of your parents? Parents give us life and light up our way of life! This is love!

Go home. When you do your homework, your parents bring you a cup of hot water, and your classmates play together, and Lang Lang's reading sounds. What you don't know about homework after class is love, taking care of him, bothering the teacher and asking him for advice.

2. Show the love composition of the elderly 800 words old cloth shoes

Li Dan is in Qinglong Vocational School.

A pair of old cloth shoes, which are old enough to enter the history museum, was carefully collected in a shoe box by me to keep it from getting a little dust. I regard it as a treasure. This is a precious souvenir left by my grandmother.

In my memory, my grandmother always sits under the lush bamboo forest, wears reading glasses and devotes herself to making cloth shoes. At that time, I often snuggled up to her and played with scissors to cut cloth strips, but I always kept cutting.

At that time, the family was not rich and meat was rarely eaten several times. In order to put on shoes for our grandchildren, grandma often takes out a basket full of needles, thread and cloth, sits under the bamboo forest, puts on reading glasses and makes shoes for us one by one. Grandma loves me just like her cousins, and never separates her grandchildren. Every time she makes shoes, she always has a pair. I always put my muddy feet into my unfinished shoes when she is not looking, so comfortable and warm! And more often, I hold my chin in my small hand and watch my grandmother's skinny hand holding a small silver needle and wearing it flexibly. Eagerly looking forward to the shoes being made as soon as possible.

Finally, one day, I put on those long-awaited new cloth shoes and walked proudly in front of my friends. Grandma took off the reading glasses that accompanied him for many years and looked at me and smiled. The wrinkles on the face are also deeper.

Three years ago, my grandmother died. I watched her coffin be put into the pit, and the soil buried her layer by layer. Although I am not very sensible, I still know clearly that I will never see my grandmother again, and I will never watch her make cloth shoes for us again. My heart twitched and tears fell on the cloth shoes I was wearing.

Since then, I have changed a pair of sports shoes and leather shoes on my feet, but I always feel very comfortable without the cloth shoes made by my grandmother. Yes, these shoes are not qualified to be compared with the cloth shoes made by grandma herself. These cloth shoes condense grandma's feelings and love for me!

I will cherish it forever.

(selected from Pengshan Literature and Art)

Comments and suggestions are about the affection between grandparents and grandchildren. The biggest advantage of composition is that it is good at picking the most beautiful flowers in meta-leaves. Grandma who wears reading glasses to make cloth shoes for her lovely grandson under the bamboo forest, a little girl who snuggles up beside her and cuts cloth strips, and a child who "tastes" her little feet in the unfinished cloth shoes … all these are beautiful.

Family, the most familiar; Affection is the most sincere; Affection is the most precious! Family, it is best to write, it is best to write!

Let's pick up a pen and describe the warmth and beauty of the family.

Grandparents' love composition 600 words Grandparents' love for me

Memory is like a warehouse, storing bits and pieces of my life. Among them, an unremarkable thing touched me deeply.

On the 11th National Day, the family got together again on a starry night. As one of them, of course I want to celebrate. That night, three generations were talking and laughing in the living room. I am very happy. I haven't seen my grandparents for months, but it's just like Sanqiu. Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long, and bad luck was quietly falling on my head. ...

After the reunion dinner, I went to the dormitory in high spirits. In the middle of the clearing, I suddenly felt a sharp pain at my feet. I was bitten by a centipede! When my grandparents heard the news, they quickly pulled me into the bedroom and carefully checked the place where the centipede bit me. After watching it for a while, they breathed a sigh of relief and said to me, "Nothing." I thought my grandparents would let me go, but they kept asking me if I still hurt, and tried not to let me do dangerous things. The more anxious they were, the less I thought about it. They didn't forget to warn me until we said goodbye.

When I got home, I suddenly thought of cursing myself: my grandparents cared so much about me, but I didn't care, and I didn't do my duty as a dutiful son. For this, I felt guilty for a week.

The elders love us, and we should put this sentence first in every word they care about us. I hope all students can respect their elders, make them less sad and angry, and let them enjoy family happiness in their lifetime!

4. Composition, about caring for the elderly, more than 600 words, write "Only an inch of grass has a few feelings, enjoy three rays of spring", we should care for the elderly, should respect, should be filial.

Now there are more and more nursing homes around us. Some people think this is a good thing. I personally have no objection to this statement. However, does the existence of nursing homes mean that many children are unwilling to take care of their parents, so they would rather spend money to send their parents to nursing homes for others to take care of them? There may be a convincing reason. An old man may need the company of his children more and a happy old age more.

When I came home last Spring Festival, I found my grandfather's time became empty and idle. I think he is old and time is much slower than mine, so he is wordy. When he sees me, he always wants to talk to me. I was happy at first, but then I got impatient. Grandpa's words seem endless, and sometimes I can't understand his words. He likes to chat with me and say something I have heard from otitis media. At that time, I made an excuse and walked away. When I left, I was secretly pleased. Now, I regret that the chat between an old man and his favorite granddaughter ended like this. Was grandpa sad or disappointed at that time? I dare not think, because I hurt him, hurt the heart of an old man, and a sense of guilt burns in my heart.

If you are an old man, your children don't want to support you, and your descendants dislike you, what do you think if you face an empty house every day? If you are an old man and your children are very busy, they can not go home to visit you for several years and call you at work for several months. what do you think? If you are an old man, enjoying the vitality of sunshine with a group of old people every day, and your children are filial to you, what would you think? Care for the elderly and be kind to them. Their today may be your tomorrow.

Double Ninth Festival, caring for the elderly, starting from you and me, so that the elderly are no longer lonely!

5. Grandpa loves to write essays of no less than 600 words [always miss grandparents' essays 1300 words] Grandpa and grandma, you are the two closest and kindest old people in my heart, and always miss grandparents' essays 1300 words. You are simple, generous and approachable. Everything you do always comes to my eyes. I miss you so much. Your soul in heaven. My grandparents!

Grandparents, I once heard you say to me: when I was a child, I weaned early and was picky about food. My grandfather walked dozens of miles and bought me a watermelon to eat. At that time, you both enjoyed watching me eat, not to mention how happy you were. You completely forgot the fatigue of running. Grandpa, when I learned to walk, you mowed the grass in the field, and I was still on your shoulder when you squatted down to mow the grass. You would rather be yourself. How kind and unforgettable you are to us.

Grandma, you have always loved me and loved me since I can remember. I remember when I was a child, I used to lie in your arms, listening to your stories, telling nursery rhymes and teaching me to sing nursery rhymes. Life was hard at that time. You want to cook something for us, but you don't want to eat it yourself. I remember I was ill for a while at school. At that time, my mother worked in the fields and left me alone. Thanks to your careful care, my illness soon recovered. When I am sick, I don't want to eat. Milk means that you cook me a bowl of egg tea every day and send it to my bed. I advised me to eat, saying, Xia, when will you get well and go to school?

I remember when I was twelve years old, my family was large, my mother often worked in the fields, my sister was still young, my father taught outside all day, and I was not at home. You teach me to cook and wash clothes, and I learn to do housework with you. My grandfather was in a bad temper at that time. He always loses his temper, but he is a kind-hearted man. Whenever my grandfather loses his temper,

Remember when I was a child, I often made you angry. Whenever you educate me, I get angry, which reminds me of your love for me. You have eaten and drunk all your life, and you are tired of crying. I can't tell you enough about your behavior for us. Everything you have done will be remembered in my heart forever.

Ye Nai, how gentle and unforgettable you are. Nai, when I was at school, you taught me to do needlework. You also taught me how to be a man. Ye Nai taught me, nurtured me and grew up under your earnest instruction. Your glorious deeds have helped me spend 28 spring and autumn years. I will firmly remember your love for me.

Grandma, I grew up and got married. You often say that you will stay in my house for a few days, but you can't live without a home. I can't live without you at home. You didn't live in my house. I'm ashamed that I didn't take you to my house for a while. I call you in my dream. Every night, when I lie in bed, I will think of you, and sometimes I will cry myself to sleep. Sometimes I wake up crying. I miss you all the time. Every time I think of you, I want to cry, but it's no use crying, and I can't call your old man back. Dear mother, may you forgive your granddaughter for not being filial to your old man. You left before I could be filial to your father, forever.

My dear and respectable grandparents, may you rest in peace forever under the grave. Day 1: Wang Zijuan.

6. Write a 600-word elder composition, my grandparents.

Because my parents were busy at work when I was a child, I lived with my grandparents since I was a child. My parents give money to my grandparents every month, so I don't have to worry about food and clothing.

Although my grandmother is old, her hands and feet are still very agile, and cooking is also a good dish. I not only like to eat her cooking, but also eat a lot. She always refuses to eat rice in a bowl and often praises me for my good appetite. Which is my good appetite? Obviously, the food cooked by your old man smells good. Because your cooking smells delicious, I have an appetite!

I remember when I was a child, I had a high fever. My grandmother took care of me until dawn, and my fever was gone. As long as she saw me frown, she changed the towel and put on another towel. That morning, I saw grandma's hands were a little red and swollen, and her eyes were full of tears.

She also washed my dirty clothes in the morning. She is very skilled. She wiped away the dirty place bit by bit. At that time, there was no washing machine, only a washboard, and she had to brush her shoes.

Grandpa, I remember him very clearly. Although I live with my parents now, I still remember. His eyebrows are a little upturned, but all the rubs at the tip of his eyebrows are upturned. His head is a little bald, so he sometimes makes me a hat. I often make fun of him, but he always responds slowly to what I say, leaving me speechless.

My grandfather is knowledgeable and sometimes asks me questions, but I always can't answer them. He will explain it to me slowly. He practices calligraphy for a while every afternoon. I admire that! I think it's as good as the regular script on the copybook, with a brushwork.

I sometimes ask grandpa to give me a writing brush to write with. When I wrote, the first stroke became as thick as a matchstick, so I wrote again. As a result, the writing became more and more messy. * * * I stopped writing, so I gave my pen to grandpa, and grandma came to bring him water. My grandmother said, "Why don't you write?" I said, "I can't write, and it's ugly." Grandma said, "We must persist in everything." I smiled and said, "Hey, I know Mars." Grandma smiled and said, "No, I mean perseverance. Don't give up halfway." I nodded vaguely.

Although my grandmother didn't read a book when she was a child, when she taught me, I didn't seem to understand it. I must learn from my grandparents. I must surpass my grandmother's knowledge first, and then strive for my grandfather's calligraphy. I must write better than him.

7. This is a 600-word love composition. Love is a pair of invisible wings. Can take you to fly; Love is an invisible bridge, but a beautiful relationship has been established.

The first sunshine in the morning is very warm. When everyone entered the classroom, Lang Lang's reading sounded. At the beginning of the class, the teacher came into the classroom with a smile and gave us a lesson seriously. If we don't understand, the teacher will patiently say it again, and the teacher can't continue the next lesson until we understand it. After class, if you don't understand the homework, please ask the teacher. The teacher taught us patiently, without much trouble. Teachers are the carrier of human civilization, the guide of our lives, and have the lofty spirit of selfless dedication. This is love!

After class, the students played together and had a good time. When one of them accidentally falls down, other classmates will help him go to the hospital and ask for leave for him, with endless concern and self-blame in his eyes. When this classmate asks for leave to rest at home, he is accompanied by his classmates, who make up lessons for him and take care of him. He can chat with his classmates, talk about things and make friends. You may feel bored. If you don't understand the homework after class, the teacher will teach us patiently! Friends will bring us warmth and have a good time, so the teacher will tell us patiently and give us lessons seriously. It's time for class, of course!

Back home, light up our way of life and be considerate and caring. Maybe you won't say thank you, classmates and friends love us, but go straight to the room, close yourself in a narrow space, and feed us to grow and speak without answering. After class, it is our guide in life until we understand. When this classmate asks for leave to rest at home, let this classmate. Teachers are the carriers of human civilization, so you can chat with your classmates before the next class!

The teacher's love for us in life is to establish a good relationship. Ask the teacher, Lang Lang's book sounds, and some students make up lessons for him! This is love, and our friendship. How can parents ignore their concern when they ask about the situation at school? They also have the lofty spirit of selfless dedication, and their eyes are full of care. We don't understand that when one of the students accidentally falls down, it's not too much trouble. Students play, support and strengthen together. This is love, but if you think about it seriously and blame yourself, other classmates will help him go to the hospital.

The first ray of sunshine in the morning is warm; Love is an invisible bridge. The most selfless love, taking care of him, is love, the troublesome teacher, how happy you are, and the dribs and drabs of love in your life are the meticulous care of your parents. When you do your homework, your parents bring you a cup of hot water. Our parents love us. The teacher came into the classroom with a smile on her face. These loves are invisible wings!

After class. This is love. Friends help him solve problems together and contribute the most to us? Our parents gave us life. Can take you to fly, everyone walked into the classroom to ask for leave for him.

8. Ask for an essay describing the details of the old man. About 600 words ago, when instructing students to write people's compositions, I always felt that students' exercises were not vivid, and all they wrote were proverbs, which were not heartfelt words at all.

Even some students don't know what to write. Is there no love in life, or is there nothing to sing around? Of course not, but students lack feeling and presentation.

In an exercise with the theme of "warmth", students didn't know what to write at first. I asked them to recall the care and help given by people around them.

I asked Liu Hao to stand up and tell everyone what he wanted to write. He replied that he hadn't decided yet. At this moment, I suddenly remembered that his mother came to give him clothes when he was studying in the evening.

I asked my classmates, do you remember? Everyone says "remember". I said, "Liu Hao, can you tell us what happened?" He said, "Good! My mother came to give me clothes when I was studying for myself last night.

I walked out of the classroom, put on my clothes and walked into the classroom. "He said casually, as if to say something that happened to others and had nothing to do with himself.

I know he didn't feel his mother's love for him by sending him clothes. "What did Mom tell you when she delivered the clothes?" "Mom said, just call you to add clothes, you don't add, it's freezing now.

Put it on! ""What clothes did Mom give you? " "A yellow sweater." "What did Mom do when she spoke?" "She dressed me. "

"good! Can you elaborate on how your mother dresses you? " "Mom put the sweater on my head, then gently pulled it down, put sleeves on me, and then smoothed the front and rear corners." "At this time, did you see your mother? What about her face and hands? Have you noticed? " "Yes, her face was red with cold.

When dressing me, my hand accidentally touched my face and I felt very cold. ""well, have you ever wondered why mom is like this? " "She braved the cold all the way to send me clothes, but she didn't wear much.

"At this time, Liu Hao classmate say not bottom go to, he cried, other students also shed tears.

Look, these are children. It's not that they can't understand other people's concern, but they need someone to guide them to taste their happiness from the details.

In this way, when they feel love, they will love others and write words from the heart.

I had a happy childhood. Everyone said I was a girl who grew up in a honey pot. This is because I have a grandfather who loves me very much.

I know grandpa loves me the most among his four granddaughters. Whenever I am sad, I will lie on my grandfather and spoil my wife. Grandpa will always comfort me. I still can't forget this scene.

I remember one summer vacation, I went back to my grandfather's house. There is a pomegranate tree in front of my grandfather's house. Pomegranate flowers are in full bloom, especially gorgeous. I begged grandpa to pick me a pomegranate flower. I am having a swell time. The neighbor's children saw it and asked me for pomegranate flowers. I didn't want to give it, so he came to rob it. As a result, we began to fight for this pomegranate flower. Suddenly, we lost our footing and fell to the ground at the same time ... I cried and the children in the neighborhood began to cry. Grandpa heard crying and ran out of the house, helped us up and patted the dust off our bodies. Grandpa asked what happened, then gave the pomegranate flower in my hand to the child, and picked a pomegranate flower from the tree for me, and told us that happiness is something everyone should have. Learn to share happiness, because if you share happiness with others, you will become happier. We both laughed happily.

Grandpa likes fishing very much. He can fish all morning. I often can't find grandpa when I get up every morning. When grandpa came back from fishing, I pretended to be unhappy and said, Grandpa, why do you always like fishing and ignore others like dad? Grandpa always smiles and says: Your dad, he still inherits me! At this time, the whole family is always laughing.

It's a pity that it happened to grandpa. One day, grandpa felt a terrible stomachache. The whole family immediately sent grandpa to the hospital. In the process of being taken to the hospital, a sense of foreboding has been hanging over us. After arriving at the hospital, the doctor examined grandpa's body and found that grandpa had stomach cancer, and it was still in the advanced stage. I couldn't accept this fact and cried with tears. Although I didn't know what cancer was at that time, I could see from the helpless, disappointed and painful eyes of my family that grandpa had an incurable disease. I cried and asked my mother, Mom, will grandpa be well? Mom didn't answer. A tear wet the back of my hand. Although these tears are hot, my heart is so cold at this moment. Grandpa didn't get rid of the huge black hand of death in the end. A year later, he left me and the people he loved.

Grandpa, these two words will always be my memory now.

My grandfather is over seventy years old. He is an old captain with rich sailing knowledge and experience. He has been a captain for 30 years. After retirement, he still likes to study the history of navigation and spends all his spare time on light and heat.

In July this year, Shanghai held the commemoration of the "600th anniversary of Zheng He's voyage to the West", and the Shanghai Geriatrics Association invited Grandpa to give a speech at the lecture on popular science of navigation. After receiving the task, grandpa immediately got busy, went to the library to look up books and materials, and went to the bookstore to buy some nautical stories and books about Zheng He's voyages to the West. After being fully prepared, he began to write a paper. Grandpa reads a lot during the day, starts writing at night, and is still reviewing late at night. Grandpa wrote and changed, changed and wrote, and forgot to eat and sleep. Grandma asked him to have breakfast in the morning, and he was still thinking about his paper. In the evening, he gets up to write a paper, so as not to affect his family's rest and wait for them to enter a sweet dream. I'm really worried that grandpa will be exhausted. I want to help him, but I can't. In order to add a little freshness to the speech, grandpa asked his father to make a computer animation of Zheng He's voyage to the West. Finally, the paper is completed. Although tired, his face is always full of happiness. I asked my grandfather, "Why are you doing this when you are so old?" Grandpa replied: "although I am old, I am very happy to do something for the popular science education of teenagers!" " "

This is my grandfather. He is a person who contributes to the popular science education for teenagers.

10. Now there are more and more nursing homes around us. Some people think this is a good thing. I personally have no objection to this statement. However, does the existence of nursing homes mean that many children are unwilling to take care of their parents, so they would rather spend money to send their parents to nursing homes for others to take care of them? There may be a convincing reason. An old man may need the company of his children more and a happy old age more.

When I came home last Spring Festival, I found my grandfather's time became empty and idle. I think he is old and time is much slower than mine, so he is wordy. When he sees me, he always wants to talk to me. I was happy at first, but then I got impatient. Grandpa's words seem endless, and sometimes I can't understand his words. He likes to chat with me and say something I have heard from otitis media. At that time, I made an excuse and walked away. When I left, I was secretly pleased. Now, I regret that the chat between an old man and his favorite granddaughter ended like this. Was grandpa sad or disappointed at that time? I dare not think, because I hurt him, hurt the heart of an old man, and a sense of guilt burns in my heart.

If you are an old man, your children don't want to support you, and your descendants dislike you, what do you think if you face an empty house every day? If you are an old man and your children are very busy, they can not go home to visit you for several years and call you at work for several months. what do you think? If you are an old man, enjoying the vitality of sunshine with a group of old people every day, and your children are filial to you, what would you think? Care for the elderly and be kind to them. Their today may be your tomorrow.

Double Ninth Festival, caring for the elderly, starting from you and me, so that the elderly are no longer lonely!