A poem for grandma.

1. The composition about grandma begins with a poem.

Grandma's composition begins with a poem 1. Poems about grandma.

The poem about grandma has nothing to do with sadness, grandma's dream, and age. The light is scattered in the air and the time freezes at 4: 30. What can people do besides sitting like this? The next second, I woke up, tried to find a topic, raised my voice and laughed, and forgot the embarrassment of the previous moment. Chapter 1: Grandma's Day Author: Sunset is like blood. Press the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, the boss will run, the second child will laugh, and grandpa will walk. Grandma's days are saturated with Huanglian's worries, and piles of hills are always bent and the full moon is like a hook. The northwest wind often shakes the door, and the sleeping children quietly listen to grandma's lullaby. A pair of three-inch golden lotus came trembling and hurried away. The path leading to the field was covered with wrinkles on the forehead, and the sweat turned into a green ocean. The waves raised locked eyebrows. Grandma's smile is like a flower in a rice field. The jujube garden behind the old house is slightly red. That's the thick thread grandma prepared for the bride's wedding dress. The sunset carefully hid behind the mountain. She slipped through her fingers with an apron. Grandma silver line marries the second-born bride. From then on, grandma's thin figure leaned against the entrance of the village and stared at it. The tears soaked in the eyes of that hill are like Sophora japonica wine brewed by WU GANG. Part II: To my dear grandma: You are an extraordinary woman in the hearts of grandma and grandson by the green water. I respect you and love you. You are as generous as the yellow land in our hometown. Your grandson is like a sorghum, deeply rooted in your land, listening to your teachings and carefully holding up the beacon of life. In the memory of childhood, Sun Tzu's playfulness became your joy, and you were right. Your loyalty to marriage, your mother's love for your children, your devotion to your sick husband, and more consideration and care are all your great achievements in this family, which are printed in the childhood memories of your grandchildren. It is impossible to express it in words, but now! Your children have grown up, and your parents and grandchildren have grown up. Looking back on the past, my grandchildren quietly hid your love in their hearts. I always pray that my dear grandmother will live a long and healthy life forever, and my grandchildren will work harder to continue the truth, goodness and beauty of your life. Grandma, I hope you are still satisfied in your hometown. Part III: Grandma's Hand Author: Half life is a dream. With the bell ringing outside Gusu, you held a baby crying like blood at dawn, and turned me into a baby. You watered a Clivia with your heart, bowed your head and prayed from western countries, and one by one broke the spell of Christ. At the dawn without milk, you learned the first ray of sunshine in the morning through the shutters. You dreamed that he grew into Clivia, and the old winter I sucked was sweeter than milk, and the old cotton wool that covered you was buried. The first cock crow in the morning is the life of your hand across the washboard. In my sleeping red dream, your hands are as red as blood. This is not an affectionate spring. It is said that the spring rain fell on a pleasant night, once again erasing the footprints on your ridge. When I hold it at will, it will cut your hand. I am distressed that there will be hibiscus flowers in summer. I don't know if it's your childhood cheek. Cicada came with a wave of wrinkles. Are you sweating or crying in the hot sun? There is no wind at night. Sowing the Autumn Waiting for Gentleman Orchid to Bloom Part IV: Grandma Author: Grandma Zhu Yan Last night, you came to the cabin through time and space, as if your footsteps were so quiet, regardless of the fatigue of the journey. Are you busy cooking? Are your trembling hands busy adding firewood to the jumping flame? Or has that blue double-breasted coat been worn white by time? Your smile sparkles in the flame, just like ripples on the lake in the sun. I want to hear you tell fairy tales in the distance. But after all, a busy figure without an opening is a gift to me. My ears are a little lonely. My old and poor grandmother came from far away and didn't say a word of thanks in the dark room. My hunchbacked grandmother gave me a father. Chapter Five: Grandma in the Hutong Author: Brother Chao can't hear the cries of vendors in the deep hutong. The grandmother sitting on the dock clung to the midday sun. The vicissitudes of the alley in her hands are deeply imprinted on the banana fan. It is raining. Grandma is still sitting on the dock. The banana fan in her hand gently covered her head. It seems that she can't stand getting wet in clean clothes. She looked up at the sky with rich eyes and pierced the dark clouds. It was sunny and golden light shone on her. She smiled. The banana fan fell from her head to her chest. There is no wind. The alley is very quiet. A fly fell from her fan. Chapter 6: For Grandma. Author: Half life is a dream. When I was a child, I touched your hand, which was as rough as a piece of wood. Then I grew up. I saw your hand calluses as hard as steel needles, and they went deep into my heart. Now every time I think of your hand gushing out the warm current called tears, our home has a field by the river in front of our hometown. Every time you pass by, you will see the posture of raising your hoe again and again and plunging into the soil forever. In my mind, at that time, I will take out a certificate from my schoolbag, bring you a teapot and herbal tea, and cook two apples at home. At that time, your hair was still black. Five years ago, I went to the county to study. At that time, I knew nothing about places outside my hometown. You said, "men are going to break into this world. I have always kept these words in mind. When I go home, I will always meet you at the station. When I was at school, you always urged my grandfather to carry me on a red tricycle. Three years later, you nagged me with my black schoolbag. Later, I was admitted to the county entrance examination, and you cried. At that time, I will still miss the smell of sparerib soup cooked by you after my arm was broken, and I will hear your hoarse voice on the phone. When I am sick, I will think of the calm expression when I secretly went to the hospital and was misdiagnosed as esophageal cancer. At that time, your black hair could not cover the spread of white. Now that I'm almost an adult, you still pray for me every day and worry about me until midnight. You will miss me forever. Unconsciously, tears have been falling. In the empty years, you were the only one in the old house, and I became your only sustenance. When I go home, you will cook a lot of dishes. When I was at school, you couldn't even cook. I find that you are not as tall as when you were a child. Just because of the vicissitudes of time, I will still miss you when I am lost. The picture you gave me will still blame you for calling me three or five times. If you still don't get up, I will still miss the way to school. I will talk to you about my ideal. Actually, I know you.

Write down the beginning of grandma's article

I am ashamed to mention my grandmother, because I don't even know her birthday and age. She often mentioned her experience and past to me more than once, but I never tried to understand her thoughts from her stories.

My grandmother loves me very much. For her, I am all her hope. What she said revealed that I would definitely enter a famous university in the future. I even think her idea is a little naive: does a famous university mean that you can get in if you say so? Of course, I don't want to live up to her expectations, but every time I make a great determination, I am frightened when I encounter specific difficulties. My research

The academic performance is not excellent, and every remedy is halfway. ...

Grandma was the principal of a primary school before she retired. With her rich teaching experience, she firmly grasped the basic training of my primary school, so my primary school performance has been good. From the recitation of initials and finals to the practice of writing for the first time, to elementary arithmetic such as addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. It was grandma's tireless explanation over and over again that made me master it skillfully. I remember when my grandmother punished me for writing, my tears ran down my cheeks, but I didn't wipe them. I wanted to wait for my grandmother to wipe my tears and comfort me. But she always stood or sat beside me, letting my tears drop on my notebook. I was very angry with my grandmother. Now that I think about it, I think what I did as a child is ridiculous.

Grandma is humorous, talkative and energetic. Every morning, she will repeat the story of yesterday: she was the first person to get up and make breakfast for me. The occasional noise of pots and pans in the kitchen would wake me up, and I even shouted "Keep your voice down" angrily, which I couldn't understand. After I went out to school, she also went out to the vegetable market to buy food. After returning home, she began to prepare lunch. Every meal is delicious, and grandma always adjusts it according to my taste. I have been living in grandma's house. My aunt is afraid that grandma will be lonely and will come back to see her every day. Aunt and brother sometimes come to have a light meal for the convenience of going to work and school, so grandma's workload is not small.

After I went to middle school, my grandmother couldn't be my "tutor" as before, but she still supported me in her way: every day when I came home, the water in the cup was warm, the fruit on the table was fresh and clean, and the clothes to be changed were neatly folded ... I saw and knew, but I never realized what I should do.

At the moment, grandma is talking and laughing with her elder sister-in-law watching TV; I'm reciting Shi Mi's Chen Qingbiao, and when I hear grandma's laughter, I will laugh, too. I see, I also want to be a feeding crow.

Far away, I saw an old lady in white clothes and trousers, a figure who couldn't walk in the cold wind (or a cattail leaf fan shaking in the scorching sun), a candied gourd (or popsicle) in her hand, anxious eyes, and a happy smile after seeing me-this is the picture I caught my eye when I walked into my grandmother's alley every Saturday, which is my deepest impression.

3. How to write grandma's composition at the beginning?

My grandmother is sixty-two years old this year. She is not tall, her hair is as white as silver, her eyes are as slender as a shuttle when she smiles, and the wrinkles on her forehead are like mountains and valleys, deeply carving her life and vicissitudes.

When I was six months old, my grandmother took me back to my hometown in order not to affect my mother's work. Grandma works behind my back, holds me for dinner and sleeps every day. I go to school. In order to give me enough nutrition, my grandmother buys me meat every day, and she also matches a lot of vegetables. When I invited my grandmother to dinner, she always said that she didn't like meat, and the rest of my meat was always taken away by my grandmother's so-called "cat". In this way, my grandmother accompanied me through my unforgettable and wonderful kindergarten time.

Grandma is a hardworking and simple person. Because grandma lives in the countryside, she is used to the hard work in the busy farming season in the countryside. Although it is the harvest season, my grandmother has never struggled with the disease-she is ill in hospital this year, but she thinks about the crops in the field, the food every day, the dirty clothes every day ... And she keeps chanting my name every day, so she can't worry about me. I am sad that my grandmother is ill, so I will accompany my parents to visit her in my spare time. When my grandmother sees me, she will be full of energy and have strange eyes. If I don't see her, she will be eclipsed and nagged. This is my amiable and respectable grandmother.

My grandmother is ordinary, but she is great. I love my grandma.

The beginning of my grandmother's composition.

"The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light." I like this sentence very much. But for me, I prefer to use it to "find sunshine". Because sunshine is warmer and more memorable than light.

One morning in my childhood, wearing a big straw hat and sitting on my grandmother's tricycle, I accompanied my grandmother to do farm work for the first time, saying that it was just a way for her to take care of me, a left-behind child.

When I got to the field, my grandmother pulled me off the tricycle and said, "Grandma has gone to work, so you can play here." Don't run around. Grandma calls you, you have to promise, do you hear? " I nodded cleverly.

Grandma went to work. I was bored sitting on the ground, playing with my big straw hat, touching the grass on the ground and spinning the wheels of a tricycle. In the meantime, grandma called me several times, and I also responded loudly several times.

Suddenly, a big grasshopper with a green body appeared in front of my eyes. It jumped forward, then stopped to eat grass, and no one else. I can't help being ecstatic. I want to catch it and let it accompany me. However, the cunning one can slip away every time. It slipped away and chased me. Unconsciously, I have chased it far away.

I don't know how long it took, but grandma's shouts came from a distance, louder and louder every time. My voice was full of anxiety and worry, and I woke up like a dream. It turns out that I chased grasshoppers for a long time and forgot grandma's teaching. I made a mistake. I answered my grandmother loudly and ran back as fast as I could. In the distance, an old man seems to have lost her most precious thing and her soul and ran towards me desperately.

Grandma saw me and ran excitedly and picked me up with muddy hands. At this time, I found that grandma's clothes were covered with mud, and blood was oozing from her legs and feet, which made my heart ache. Oh, she fell. There is sweat under the messy white hair.

Sunlight penetrates sweat and refracts into my heart, becoming eternal sunshine in my heart. It warms me and makes me unforgettable.

Take care of the beginning and end of my grandma's composition.

The beginning and end of family composition 1, family is the cool wind in June, blowing comfort and coolness into your heart; Affection is a sweater in severe winter, which sends warmth and happiness into your dreams; Family is a safe haven in the storm, shaking happiness and ease into your love; Family is a candle in the dark, illuminating your light and future! 2, family is rain, taking away irritability and leaving coolness; Family is the wind, blowing away sadness and leaving happiness; Family is the sun, which takes away darkness and leaves light.

3. What is kinship? It is sweet milk that feeds our growth; It is bright eyes that guide us forward; What protects our hearts is gentle words; This is a severe punishment, urging us to correct our mistakes. We can't live without affection, just like a kite flying high can't get rid of a slender rope; We rely on family ties, like vines of melon beans wrapped around bamboo joints or fences; We have affection, like cold wheat covered with snow, warm as spring and happy as honey.

In the face of failure and frustration, family is a good medicine. It is a kind of courage to fill your lost heart and then rally. In the face of misunderstanding and hatred, affection is a glass of cold water, which douses the fire in your heart and then faces it calmly. This is a philosophy. In the face of praise and flattery, affection is an awl, which pierces your empty dreams and keeps making progress. This is a warning; In the face of troubles and worries, affection is a breeze that blows away your messy thoughts, and then it is a state of peace and relief. 5. Affection is the palm of my father's hand, trembling lips and an angry face that hates iron to produce; Affection is mother's burning tears, gentle call, warm and comfortable embrace; Affection is a child's positive eyes, respectful language and a small gift.

The ship of affection depends on the harbor of love, and the building of affection should be built on the cornerstone of love; The fountain of love should flow in the land of love, the stars of love should shine in the sky of love, and the flowers of love should bloom in the garden of love. 6. Affection is your visit and care when you are sick. It makes you feel the warmth of the sun in the dark and strengthens your determination to overcome the disease. Affection is your encouragement and support when you are frustrated. It makes you feel selfless in despair and inspires your confidence to move on. When you get carried away, feelings are a good drink. It makes you feel harsh eyes when you are arrogant and ensures that you are in the right direction.

7. Family, like a drop of dew in spring, can always live out the dry homesickness memories in the sad years; Family is like a shade in summer, which can always support the blue sky of the lost in the scorching sun; Family, like a ray of sunshine in autumn, can always warm the heart lost in the bleak wind and rain; Affection is like a snow in winter, which can always wash away the dust of the trudgers on a dirty journey. That's it, no impurities, no distance, no hypocrisy. It's just silently connected blood taking care of each other.

8. Affection is a trickle, bringing sweet nourishment to the soul; Affection is a ray of soft sunshine, which makes the frozen heart melt silently; Family is a quiet harbor, which makes the fatigue of sailing disappear. Affection is white hair on parents' foreheads, infinite care and hope in parents' eyes, and affection is a beam of light in the dark, giving you an irreplaceable feeling and warmth of home.

Yes, the best feeling in the world is human affection. 9. Affection is the light rain floating in spring, which makes lonely people moisten their hearts and dry up; Affection is a clear spring flowing in summer night, which makes people who are hot and restless appreciate poetic peace; Affection is a small umbrella held up on a rainy night, so that people wandering in a foreign land can get the shelter of love; Affection is a rainbow flying in the sky, which makes gloomy people feel the warmth of the world. Family is a safe haven, giving wandering wanderers a calm harbor; Affection is a bowl of chicken soup for the soul, giving care to the injured soul; Affection is also a sword, which gives stubborn people a trick to split Huashan. 1 1. I feel my father's care in the haze, and the wind slowly lifts the screen window; I vaguely heard my mother's words, and the soft rain was falling all over the windowsill.

When I was depressed, my family comforted me; When I hesitated, my family gave me encouragement; When I was happy, my family gave me a blessing. Affection is the charge of "meet each other immediately without paper and pen, and report peace with your short message", the concern of "she sews carefully and makes it up thoroughly, for fear of delaying his staying home late", the yearning of "leaning against the window in the future, bringing flowers in the cold" and the waiting of "raindrops hitting yellow leaves and lights shining on hoary heads". In this world, among all sentient beings, you can have no friends, classmates, colleagues or even brothers and sisters.

However, you cannot live without your parents. Parents give us flesh and blood, nurture us to grow, and teach us to know ourselves and the world.

Let's be useful to the world and mankind. We may be young now and don't know what kindness means. We can't really understand the true meaning of parents' strict demands on us, and sometimes we even feel that parents' demands are cruel.

However, in the process of your growth, as long as you write down every bit of happiness in your life, you will certainly feel their endless care. Maybe one day you will find that the father who is always angry with himself actually loves himself. Under his heavy disguise is deep love.

Father is a mountain, and his love is great, solid and extensive. He taught us to be strong, remember tolerance and know how to control ourselves.

Mother is the sea, and her love is warm, selfless, simple and delicate. She taught us how to be grateful for life, how to be grateful for life, and how to treat everyone and everything in the world with love.

We have read many articles about thanking parents, including Zhu Ziqing's "The Back" and "The Love of Father and Son". They always remind us to learn to be grateful.

While thanking parents, we should also have a "grateful" heart to discover the beautiful things in life and be grateful for every beautiful thing. In this way, you can treat setbacks in life with an open mind and an open mind.

For example, "Back": I read here, and in the crystal tears, I saw the fat back of the blue cotton gown and black mandarin jacket. Alas! I don't know when I can see him again! This fully reflects Zhu Ziqing's concern for him.

6. Be grateful for Grandma's composition (beginning and end).

Beginning: When you open your eyes, there will always be a vague and tired figure; Every time I think of her big calloused hands. For her, without the beautiful years of youth, the steps she stepped on step by step in her life made her look out the window at the clear blue sky. Since there is her memory, there is grandma's meticulous care for us. know

End: Time is the flow of years. Grandma is old, but no matter where she is, she still watches our growth. I learned to be grateful, which is a magnificent pursuit, because I once couldn't bear to let her suffer more, and sometimes I couldn't help but recall that little enjoyment and happiness. . . . . . I wrote it myself. Any plagiarist will be beheaded! Hope to adopt! )

7. Write the beginning of the late grandmother's composition

Now think about it, if I put my grandmother's death in the present, my pain should be incredibly magnified many times.

Because now I know death, I know death.

And for these, I am more difficult to accept than a child.

Before I went to bed the night before, I didn't know why, but I suddenly missed my grandmother.

Grandma is a traditional woman in China, and she has a typical contradiction with her mother. Grandma, like all the old people in that period, had a pair of deformed feet, big and small. In my memory, grandma's two thumbs are on her thumb. They are in love, just like a couple who follow Qi Mei's example. I often hear many realities of the old society from my grandmother, such as foot binding. So because of my grandmother, I have a deep dislike for the old society.

I am ashamed of my grandmother's memory. Nothing is clearly remembered, it's all pieced together.

But every time I think of my grandmother, there is always a rising sun around her. That's because my grandmother cooked me breakfast for a long time. As the saying goes, people get less sleep when they are old. Grandma always gets up early. After cooking, she put her hand under my mattress and began to tell stories one after another, telling old ghost stories from neighboring villages and telling grandma's own brutal history of Japan ... all of which sounded fresh and interesting. When a story was finished, grandma said simply, get up, or it will be too late. A beautiful story was enough to wake me up, so I got dressed and chattered after breakfast. Under grandma's loving eyes, I drifted away.

When I was ten years old, my grandmother suddenly fell ill and got a tumor. Grandma has always been in good health, but when she collapses, she collapses. Strangely, I have no memory of the day when my grandmother was ill, and everything is very vague. In my imagination, my sick grandmother should be lying in bed, surrounded by my parents and aunts, but everything seems so unreal, as if it should not be like that. I really forgot, forgot, even can't remember whether I went to see my grandmother when she was ill. There should be, but why did I forget such an important historical scene?

That morning, my father rushed in and said; Your grandmother left. I decided to sign for a second, then I recovered and began to cry. I didn't see my grandmother for the last time, maybe I was afraid of being too nostalgic! Go so decisively. In fact, at that time, I still couldn't fully understand what death really meant, and I didn't know that it was the so-called death. All I can think of is that my grandmother, who loves me the most, has left, and no one will tell me any beautiful stories or send me any delicious and happy food that has been hidden for a long time. So, I cried.

On the night grandma burned paper, my mother specially asked my uncle to watch me all the time, not to let me cry, and my throat hurt. As a result, I lost my voice for many days

Grandma is going to have a funeral, and my father said to me, Go and have a good cry! No crying, no chance. I knelt in front of the mourning hall and climbed on the coffin, crying in a big mess. The memory of my grandmother will always stay at that moment, that second.

For eleven years, for better or worse, grandma has never walked into my dream. Eleven years later, the day before yesterday, I missed her so inexplicably that I missed the old lady who had hurt me very much.

I don't know, grandma in the sky. Do you see that I have grown very big and tall?

I don't know, is grandma in heaven happy?

Now think about it, if I put my grandmother's death in the present, my pain should be incredibly magnified many times.

Because now I know death, I know death.

And for these, I am more difficult to accept than a child.

8. Grandma, I want to tell you the beautiful beginning of your composition.

Grandma, I want to tell you. .

Whenever I encounter difficulties, you are always there for me. Whenever I encounter difficulties, you are always by my side; Whenever I am sad, you are always there to comfort me. You give me endless love again and again. Grandma, I really want to say to you: "Thank you, my grandma!" " "

I still remember when I was a child, once I was at home with my grandmother. I was thirsty and wanted to drink water, but grandma was washing clothes. I thought to myself: I can drink water myself. So, I took a cup to the water heater to drink. Unexpectedly, a cup of hot water spilled on my right hand. I can't help crying. Hearing my crying, my grandmother rushed over. At that time, my grandmother was too scared to know what to do. She quickly took me to the hospital. During my treatment, grandma almost fainted. In the days of taking care of me, grandma took care of me every day. She was tired and thin, and her eyes were red. With grandma's meticulous care, my hand finally healed.

Now that I'm grown up and sensible, I can also help my grandmother do something that I can. Grandma, I want to say to you: "Grandma, you have worked hard!

9. Be grateful for Grandma's composition (beginning and end).

Beginning: When you open your eyes, there will always be a vague and tired figure; Every time I think of her big calloused hands.

For her, without the beautiful years of youth, the steps she stepped on step by step in her life made her look out the window at the clear blue sky. Since there is her memory, there is grandma's meticulous care for us.

Know the end: time is the flow of years. Grandma is old, but no matter where she is, she still watches our growth.

I learned to be grateful, which is a magnificent pursuit, because I once couldn't bear to let her suffer more, and sometimes I couldn't help but recall that little enjoyment and happiness.

I wrote it myself. Any plagiarist will be beheaded! Hope to adopt! )。

10. Write a composition about grandparents, beginning and end, with narration in the middle and 800 words of environmental description.

My closest relative is grandma.

Grandma is over seventy years old, with half black and half white hair and deep wrinkles on her forehead, which records the vicissitudes of time. Although grandma is very old, she is still strong. She is very busy every day and never stays overnight.

Grandma has many grandchildren, and my favorite child is of course me. What's good about it? Keep it for me, and spoil me anyway. . Although grandma can't read, she loves reading. Whenever I have time, I look through the primary school textbooks I have studied. Once, while watching, she said to me, "How nice you are now! You have to study for someone. Don't rush to learn, study hard, and don't let anyone say this and that. Alas! I wanted to study at that time. At that time, a very good teacher discussed with my mother:' Let your children go to school! Don't pay any fees. But I don't have that fate. My mother said,' Who will cook for me when she goes to school?' Say nothing and let me go to school. I don't know a word when I go out now. It's too reserved. "I always like to listen to her nagging.

Grandma is very hardworking. She gets up early every morning, cleans the room and cooks. I was busy at home all morning. It's noon after work, and it's time to cook lunch again. We can't rest all day.