Write the end of the composition, grandpa.

1. Write my grandpa's composition in 400 words (wonderful beginning and end). My grandfather is in his seventies, of medium build, with a straight back, wrinkled forehead and gentle eyes.

My grandfather is very frugal. One day, my grandfather and I were at home. I just feel stuffy in the room, my face is sweating a lot, and my throat and eyes are burning and thirsty. The water in the cup seems too hot to drink. I think it's good to eat a bean paste popsicle now! I went to ask my grandfather for money, and he gave me two dollars very readily. I went downstairs and bought two oasis bean paste popsicles. I finished mine before I went upstairs. Good thirst quenching! I came in and handed grandpa a popsicle. Grandpa said, "You eat, grandpa is not hot. Just have some tea and you can eat it. " I said, "Grandpa, obviously you can't stand the heat. Eat, it's so cool. " Grandpa smiled and said, "You eat. I don't like it. " I don't believe it. Grandpa doesn't like eating popsicles in such hot weather. I said, "Do you want to buy another one?" Can you give me another dollar? "Grandpa said," I won't eat. One dollar each. You eat. " I took the popsicle and whispered, "It's only a dollar, so stingy! "Grandpa smiled and said," A dollar is money! " But think about it, I asked my grandfather for money to buy school supplies, and grandpa never said no!

My grandfather is a lovely person. One day, some friends came to my house to play, and grandpa cooked dinner for us. After dinner, grandpa played hide-and-seek with us. Grandpa always hides in the corner. Whenever we appear, he makes faces to scare us. When we played "123 wooden head", grandpa stayed there like a wooden head, which made us laugh. When playing police to catch thieves, grandpa pretended to be a drunk policeman and stumbled, making everyone laugh. Isn't my grandfather cute?

My grandfather is a kind man. One morning, I overslept and my grandfather took me to school. There is an uncle sitting on the ground with a smile on his face. Grandpa asked, "What's the matter with you?" Uncle said, "I twisted my foot." Grandpa dragged his uncle's foot, looked at it and was silent for a while. I leaned close to grandpa's ear and said, "I'm going to be late for school." Grandpa said, "Rare, go to school by yourself." This time, I was very angry. Grandpa left me for an irrelevant person and let me go to school by myself, which was criticized by the teacher. I was so angry that I could not speak, so I walked to school alone.

In the evening, I came home, and grandpa happened to be at home. I entered the room without looking up. Grandpa came in with a meal in his hand and said, "Rare, I took that uncle to the hospital. It doesn't matter. Don't be angry with grandpa, grandpa is not good, ah! Eat quickly. " I turned around and saw my grandpa's smiling face. I laughed so hard that tears welled up in my eyes.

This is my grandfather, a thrifty, lovely and kind old man. Do you like it?

I admire how grandpa wrote the beginning and end of his composition. In the composition class, the teacher asked us to write about the celebrities around us. After receiving this task, I suddenly became stupid. Who should I write, singer, movie star and hero? Empty. Suddenly, I thought of my grandfather, a man worthy of my worship.

Grandpa is not a great man. He is not respected like the people's police, nor does he live a luxurious and enviable life like the big boss. He is just an ordinary janitor with dark skin and bright eyes, unlike an old man in his sixties. But I admire him because he has done something extraordinary in his post as a doorman.

When I was a child, I hated my grandfather and didn't want to get too close to him because he was dirty and smelly. However, finally one day, I changed my view of grandpa.

One day when I was eight years old, my grandmother went on a business trip. My parents are going to my grandmother's house, but I don't want to go. My parents have no choice but to send me to work for grandpa. When I was leaving, my mother told me not to cry there, not to quarrel with my grandfather, to listen to him and not to alienate him too much. I nodded reluctantly.

Grandpa was very happy when he saw me coming, as excited as a child. He picked me up and said, "Hey, let's go to the place where Grandpa sleeps and watch TV." I went in to watch TV without saying anything. When I am thirsty, grandpa buys me drinks. When I am hungry, grandpa buys me snacks. My impression of grandpa is getting better and better.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, I was awakened by the "rumbling" sound from outside. When I opened my eyes, I found the room bright, but my grandfather had already left. I went out to look for my grandfather, and when I was sleepy, I suddenly found him moving things, because it was midsummer, and beads of sweat were running down my cheeks. I saw it and went over to him and said, "Grandpa, you are just a janitor. You don't have to do so much. " "Lao Zhang, the warehouse keeper, was ill today, and nothing moved, so I was on the top. Hey, go back to sleep. " When I woke up in the morning, I found my grandfather gone again, but there was a rustling sound outside the window. I saw my grandfather sweeping the floor through the window. I quickly ran to my grandfather and said, "Grandpa, why are you out again?" You didn't sleep well last night. You should go back to sleep now, or you will be exhausted. . . . . . "Aunt Zhou, the cleaner, was ill today, so I swept the floor for her. The weather is bad today, and it will be windy soon. Come and help sweep it. " I muttered, "This is a cleaner's job. Why would I do that? "I said that, but I still picked up the broom in my hand and followed my grandfather to sweep it up. On this day, grandpa worked as a chef to cook for us and as a plumber to carry water. . .

When I got back, I learned from my father that grandpa didn't have Lao Zhang and Aunt Zhou at all. Grandpa made all this up. The company leaders saw that Grandpa was a hard-working teacher and wanted to raise his salary many times, but Grandpa said, "My old bones 1000 is too much. It is a waste to get more salary, so it is unnecessary."

When I learned all this, I was moved to tears, and my admiration for my grandfather came to my mind. I regret why I hated my grandfather so much. I shouldn't think he is dirty. Since then, people have asked me what my grandfather does, and my face is always full of pride!

Learn the beginning and end of the composition from my grandfather and give a good example. In the past three years, I have learned a lot from my grandfather.

He is the pine and cypress in my life, evergreen. -inscription in my memory, grandpa's shadow is like a starry sky covered by clouds, sometimes hidden and sometimes present.

Like a black and slippery loach, whenever I want to capture his information and never see his face clearly, I hide in the hazy dream river and don't know where it is. In fact, I have long known that unlimited imagination is not as good as limited memory, although the memory about him is so scarce.

Because I work in a different place, my father didn't trust my study and took me with him since I was a child. I'm still studying in the city, and I can only go back to my hometown once in the New Year. Because of this, my contact with my grandfather is very short, but every time I go back to my hometown, I can learn something from the peasant breath that smells like earth.

The year before last was the farthest year I can remember, but that year I remembered my grandfather's smile best. Hearing the sound of wheels coming from the woodshed, I immediately put on my shoes and ran downstairs. I saw grandpa pushing a bucket car out of the woodshed. I asked him, "Grandpa, where are you going?" He looked at me and said, "Rice milling! Come and help me carry these bags of grain into the car. "

"hmm." I nodded, and together with him, I carried two bags full of grain to the most common fighting car in the countryside.

"Milling rice" is really a new word for me, so I decided to go with my grandfather. Walking past the stone bridge, the river at the bottom of the bridge roared fiercely, and the noise drowned out the sound of the bucket car bumping on the uneven road.

"Grandpa, wasn't this bridge built only once last year?" "Well, when you are repairing the bridge, you can't cross the river from here. You can only cross the river by boat, which is quite troublesome. However, the people who built the bridge did a good job, but there were many people and cars every day, and now the stone bridges are deformed.

Alas ..... "Grandpa sighed. I listened to grandpa's words, looked up and saw his gray hair, looked at his bow figure, and felt a pang of sadness in my heart.

"Grandpa, I'll do it." "You are too young to push?" I immediately got under his arm between my grandfather and the bucket truck, holding the handlebar in my hand, and smiled and said to my surprised grandfather behind me, "Just let me come and have a rest."

..... Later, we finally came to the rice mill, and I was about to stop to have a rest when I heard my grandfather shout happily at the back: "Brother Zheng, rice milling, aha ..." I looked back in surprise and finally saw my grandfather's smile, which was so brilliant that my eyes narrowed into a crack. Smiling, holding a straw hat in his right hand, flapping again and again, the sun danced happily on his black and white hair, white cloth coat, black pants and brown skin. This is the most beautiful image of grandpa in my heart.

I thought it was my grandpa's pleasure to watch me grow up. Maybe there are other reasons why an old man guarding an old house can laugh. Grandpa is often the only one in the old house.

After my parents and I went to town, I left him with my sister. At first, my grandfather was willing to amuse the children, but gradually, my sister grew up and went to boarding school. He not only paid her tuition, but also had to endure loneliness alone. Later, things happened.

That is, last year, on the morning of the Spring Festival, the news of grandma's death spread. My grandmother didn't leave for no reason. One month before her death, she caught a cold and stayed in the hospital for nearly two weeks. I also visited her in the hospital with other family members.

Grandpa is the one who takes care of my grandmother the most. Because my grandmother is in hospital, she seldom goes home. When I went to the ward, he was busy wiping the old man's face and giving medicine. Rarely talk to us.

Later, for some reason, the old man simply moved back home for a week. Then, on the morning of the Spring Festival, the old man lay in bed, closing his eyes peacefully, as if he would never wake up. Grandma's funeral diluted the excitement of the Spring Festival. The lion dance team patrolling the streets for the New Year didn't come to my house. The red firecrackers on the wall didn't light. Grandpa took them off with scissors himself. The old house is like shaking in a red and white world. Grandpa doesn't know whether to tear off the keeper posted by Lian Gang and hang up the white cloth list.

We must arrange the ceremony before the funeral in the old tile house. The whole family knelt in front of grandma's memorial tablet, the children who were not sensible sat and played, some uncles and aunts burst into tears, and only grandpa was silent. Surprisingly, his eyes are so deep. Is it bottomless sadness or another impulse? Facing the senior high school entrance examination this year, I was afraid I couldn't spare time in my busy study, so I told my grandfather about it on the phone and said I couldn't accompany him for the New Year. At the other end of the phone, it was the silence of the old man, during which I couldn't figure out the mood of the old man.

Finally, he said, "study hard." This sentence deeply shocked me: can you learn the nobility of the elderly in the sea of books? Struggle in poverty, bear in sadness and bear in loneliness. No one has ever taught me such an important truth except my dear grandpa! I recall the things I got along with my grandfather: harvesting in the fields, watering vegetables, driving ducks, eating bananas he planted, hanging clothes on the roof to dry radishes, and he would buy me a bottle of coke on holidays ... In the past three years, I learned a lot from my grandfather.

He is the pine and cypress in my life, evergreen. So, I put away the network cable in the desperate search, no longer fantasized, and returned to my heart. Although I can't say it is vast, my memory clearly shows me that my grandfather is no stranger.

4. The composition of the honorable grandfather begins and ends:

I have a big warm family. In this happy big family, I like my grandfather very much. In my childhood, he spent most of his time with me. He cares about me very much, loves me very much, and has taught me a lot. The person I respect most is my helpful grandfather. Because his spirit taught me a lesson, on the one hand, let me know the truth of being a man and doing things, on the other hand, let my little heart sow the seeds of helping others. Therefore, I deeply admire and learn from my grandfather's example.

Ending:

I don't know how many times this has happened to grandpa since I was sensible. With the growth of age, grandpa's respectable image is getting higher and higher every day. Oh! Dear grandpa, your selfless spirit will never go away in my heart. Although his face is getting older day by day, in my heart, grandpa is never old, because I grow up day by day, and I can see his shadow from me, and I am the continuation of his life.

Hope to adopt, thank you! ~