Essay on Grandma Begins with a Poem 1. Poem about Grandma
Poem about Grandma has nothing to do with grief Dreams about Grandma has nothing to do with age The light is diffused in the air The time freezes at 4:30 What is there for a person to accomplish but to sit like this? The field paths are filled with folds of sweat that turn into a sea of turquoise, and the waves that rise up stretch her locked brows. Grandma's smile is like the flowers of a rice paddy. Slightly, the date palm orchard behind the old house is glittering with the red of the gauze that Grandma had prepared for her bride's dowry, and the setting sun jealously hides behind the mountains. The light on the hill tops is covered with aprons that noiselessly slip down through the cracks of your fingers. Grandma's silver threads have been welcoming in the second wife's bride ever since. Grandma's thin figure leaned at the entrance of the village, staring at the hill across the street, her eyes drenched with tears like the acacia wine Wu Gang made. In my childhood memories, my grandson's mischievousness became your joy, your fidelity to marriage, your motherly love for your children, your unfailing love for your sickly husband, but more thoughtfulness and care, and your greatness everywhere in this family, all of these are imprinted on my grandson's childhood memories, and I can't put them into words, but now! Now that your children have become parents and your grandchildren have all become men and women, thinking back on the past, I have quietly treasured your love and care in my heart, and I pray that my dear grandma will always live a long and healthy life, and that I will try my best to carry on the goodness, goodness and beauty of your life, Grandma, and wish that you will still be as happy as ever in your hometown. When the blood turned me into that baby, you watered a monarch orchid with your heart, kneeling down, praying from the West, lifting the spell of Christ one by one, the dawn that was not nurtured by milk, and through the shutters, you drew the first rays of sunshine of the morning, the monarch orchid, and you dreamt that he would grow up to be a monarch orchid. The first rooster crows in the morning, it's your hand that thickly scratches across the life of the scrubboard, and in my sleepy red dreams, your hand is as red as blood, and it's not an affectionate spring, and they say that the spring rains fall on a pleasant night, and that they wipe away your footprints on the ridge, and that your hand is infected by the white hoe, and that it cuts me to the heart, and that the hibiscus blossoms are said to be found in the summer, and I wonder if it's not the same as the cheeks of your maidenhood, where the cicadas come with a wave of wrinkles, and where the scorching sun swats at your sweat and tears, and the windless nights, and the windy nights, and the windy nights, and the winds. On nights when there is no wind, you sow seeds and wait for the autumn when the orchids bloom. Grandma, last night, you traveled through time and space to that hut, and your steps were so quiet, despite the fatigue of the journey. Your smile shone under the fire like the ripples in a lake under the sun, and I wanted to hear you tell me fairy tales from far away, but in the end, I didn't say anything, and my busy figure was a gift to me, and my ears were a bit lonely, and my old, poor grandma came from far away, and busied herself in a dimly lit hut, and in her busyness, she didn't say anything, and I didn't say anything, and I didn't say anything, and I didn't say anything, and I was grateful to you, my hunchback grandma, who had given me a father. The old granny sitting on the gate pier holds the midday sun tightly in her hand, and the vicissitudes of the alley are y imprinted on her banana fan. It's raining, and the old granny is still sitting on the gate pier, the banana fan in her hand gently covering her head, and the rain is very light, and it seems as if she can't bear to wet her clean clothes, as she looks up to the sky, and her rich, meaningful eyes pierce through the clouds, and the sky clears up, and the golden light drapes over her, and she smiles, and the banana fan slides from the top of her head down to her chest. A fly slipped off her fan. Part 6: To Grandma By: Half a Life for a Dream When I was small, I touched your hand, rough as a piece of wood. Later, when I grew up, I saw your hand, calloused, hard as a steel needle, and it penetrated y into my heart. Now, every time I think of your hand, it brings me a warm stream of tears. By the river in front of our house, there's a piece of field in front of our house, and in elementary school, every time I passed, I saw you going back and forth, lifting the hoe hard and fast. When I was in elementary school, every time I passed by, I'd see you going back and forth, lifting your hoe and digging it into the soil, a gesture that's forever in my mind I'd take a certificate out of my school bag and give it to you I'd bring you a teapot of tea and two apples, and I'd make dinner at home and wait for you You had black hair at that time Five years ago, when I went to the city, I didn't know anything about the world outside of my hometown you'd say, "A man has to go to the world, and be able to endure hardship. You said, "A man has to go out into the world and endure hardship." I've always remembered those words l'd meet you at the station on my way home l'd meet you at the station on my way to school you'd always urge Grandpa to take the red tricycle and carry me with my black bag three years went by and you'd nagged me for three years three years went by and then the midterm exams and l passed the exams l wept and l cried l'm still nostalgic for the taste of the pork chop soup that you've been cooking since l fractured my arm l still hear the hoarse voice of you on the phone When I heard your hoarse voice on the phone that you were sick and remembered your calm face when you went to the hospital and were diagnosed with esophageal cancer you couldn't hide the white of your black hair now that I'm almost an adult you always prayed for me every day you couldn't sleep at night worrying about me you always thought of me, and without realizing it, your tears fell all the time in the years when the buildings were empty you were the only one who stayed alone in the old house and I was the only thing that you had left when I came home you would cook a lot of food, I would eat a lot of food, I would eat a lot of food, I would cook a lot of food, I would cook a lot of food, I would cook a lot of food. When I came home, you would cook a lot of food When I went to school, you didn't even cook I realized that you weren't as tall as you were when I was a child, just because the years had changed you I still think about the picture of you giving me encouragement after I failed to get up I still complain about you shouting at me three to five times, but I still don't get up I still miss the way to school, and I talked to you about my ideals You have gray hair at this time In fact, I know that you can't see out of one eye, and the other eye doesn't see out of another eye, so I don't want to see the other eye.
2. Write the beginning of the grandmother article
When it comes to my grandmother, I am very ashamed, because I don't even know her birthday and age, and she often mentioned her experience and past to me more than once, but I didn't try to understand her thoughts from her story even once.
My grandmother loved me very much. To her, I was all the hope she had. In her words, she said that I would definitely enter a famous university in the future. I even think her idea is a bit naive: the famous university is to say into can enter? Of course I don't want to let her down, but every time I make up my mind, I get discouraged when I encounter specific difficulties.
My academic performance is not excellent, and every time I make a remedy, it's halfway ......
Grandma was the principal of an elementary school before she retired, and with her rich teaching experience, Grandma grasped the basic training of my elementary school in a very solid way, so my performance in elementary school has always been good. From the recognition of sound and rhyme to the practice of writing for the first time to the four mixed operations of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, etc., it was only because my grandmother took great pains to explain it again and again that I mastered the application of it. I remember that when I was punished for writing by my grandmother, my tears flowed down my cheeks, but I didn't wipe them away and waited for my grandmother to come to wipe my tears and comfort me. But she always stood or sat aside, letting my tears drip down onto the book. At that time I was very angry with my grandmother. When I think about it now, I feel that what I did as a child was ridiculous.
Grandma was funny, talkative, and spirited. Every morning, she repeated yesterday's story: she was the first to get up and make me breakfast, and the occasional sound of pots and pans in the kitchen would wake me up, and I'd even yell "keep it down" with a fury I couldn't understand. After I left for school, she went out to the market to buy groceries. When I got home, she started preparing lunch. Every meal was delicious, and Grandma always made it to my liking. I usually stay at my grandma's house all the time, my big aunt comes back to see her every day for fear that she will feel lonely, and my aunt and my brother come to have a lunch sometimes for the convenience of going to work and school, so my grandma's workload is still not small.
After I started middle school, Grandma couldn't be my "tutor" as she used to be, but she still supported me in her own way: every day when I came home, the water in my 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 never realized that I should do something.
At this moment, my grandmother is watching TV with my great aunt, talking and laughing; I'm reciting Li Mi's "Table of Chen Emotions", and when I hear my grandmother's laughter, I smile heartily. I know, I also want to be a "crow".
I saw an old woman from afar: white washed pants, the figure of the cold wind can not stop walking (or under the scorching sun shaking the fan), the hand has a sugar gourd (or popsicle), the eyes of the anxious look, and see me after the joy of the smile - this is every Saturday into the grandmother's home hutongs in the eyes of the picture, is the grandmother of the most impressive impression in my heart.
3. Write the grandmother of the composition of the beginning how to write
My grandmother this year, sixty-two years old, she is not tall, her hair is pale as silver, eyes smile slender as a shuttle, forehead wrinkles as a mountain beam, a ditch, y carved with her life and vicissitudes of life.
When I was six months old, in order not to affect my mother to work, my grandmother took me back home. Grandma carried me to work every day, hugged me to eat, and snuggled me to sleep. When I went to school, in order to give me enough nutrition, my grandmother would buy me meat every day, and it would be accompanied by a lot of vegetables. I asked my grandma to eat it too, but she always said she didn't like meat, but the leftovers were always taken by my grandma's so-called "cat". This is how I spent my unforgettable kindergarten years with my grandma.
Grandma was a hardworking and simple person. As she lived in the countryside, she was accustomed to the hard work of the busy season in the countryside. Although it is the harvest season, but the elderly grandmother still did not resist the illness of the pestering ---- grandmother this year sick hospitalized, but she is still always thinking of the crops in the field, every meal, every day dirty clothes ... and always chanting my name every day, rest assured that I can not. Grandma is sick I'm very sad, so I will take advantage of the free time to accompany mom and dad to visit grandma, grandma will see me a hundred times more energetic, two eyes send out a different look; do not see me to see her, she will be eclipsed, nagging endlessly. This is my dear and honorable grandmother.
My grandmother is very ordinary but she is great. I love my grandma
4. My Grandma Essay Beginning
"The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to find light." I like this quote very much. But for me, I prefer to use it to "look for sunshine". Because sunshine is more warm and unforgettable than light.
One morning when I was a child, I sat on my grandmother's tricycle wearing a big straw hat, and accompanied her to the field for the first time to do farm work.
To the field, Grandma took me down from the tricycle and said, "Grandma went to work, you play on this side, don't run around, Grandma called you, you have to say yes, hear me." I nodded my head obediently.
Grandma went to work, I was bored sitting on the ground, a moment to play with my big straw hat, a moment to touch the grass on the ground, a moment to turn the wheel of the tricycle. In the meantime, Grandma called me a few times, and I responded loudly a few times.
Suddenly, a big green grasshopper appeared in front of my eyes, it jumped forward, and then stopped to nibble on the grass. I can not help but be ecstatic, I want to catch it, let it to accompany me, but the cunning it can slip away every time, it slipped I chase, unknowingly, I have chased a long way.
I don't know how long, in the distance came the grandmother's big shouts, once more than once anxious, one higher than the other. The voice is full of anxiety and worry, I just woke up as if in a dream, the original I have chased the grasshopper a long way, I forgot the grandmother's instructions. I had made a mistake, and while loudly answering my grandmother, I hurriedly and desperately ran back.
Grandma saw me and excitedly ran over to me and picked me up with her mud-covered hands. I realized that my grandmother's clothes were covered with mud, and her legs and feet were still oozing blood that made my heart ache; oh, she had just fallen down. She had just fallen. There was sweat underneath her disheveled, unruly white hair.
The sunshine through the sweat, refracted into my heart, become my heart that forever sunshine. It warmed me and made me unforgettable.
5. Write the beginning and end of my grandmother essay first and last
The beginning and end of the essay on affection 1, affection is a cool wind in June blowing comfort and coolness into your mind; affection is a sweater in the winter, warmth and happiness into your dreams; affection is a safe harbor in the wind and rain, joy and comfort shaken into your love; affection is a candle in the darkness. 2, affection is the rain, take away the boredom, leaving a light cool; affection is the wind, blow away the sorrow, leaving a pleasant; affection is the sun, take away the darkness, leaving the light.
3. What is affection? Is the sweet milk, feeding our growth; is the bright eyes, guiding us forward; is the gentle words, care for our hearts; is a severe chastisement, urging us to correct our mistakes. We can not get away from affection, as high as the kite can not break free of the slender rope; we rely on affection, as the vine of the melon and beans entangled in the bamboo joints or fences; we have affection, such as the cold wheat covered with a white snow quilt, warm as spring, happy as honey.
4. In the face of failure and frustration, affection is a good medicine to fill your lost heart, and then regroup, which is a kind of courage; in the face of misunderstanding and hatred, affection is a cup of cool water, douse the fire in your heart, and then face it openly, which is a kind of optimism; in the face of praise and flattery, affection is an awl to puncture your vain dreams, and then keep on progressing, which is a kind of warning; in the face of trouble And sadness, affection is a breeze, blowing away your messy thoughts, and then calm and relieved that this is a realm. 5. affection is the father raised palms, trembling lips and hate iron is not steel anger; affection is the mother's burning tears, soft call, and warm comfortable embrace; affection is the children's affirmation of the gaze, respect language, and a small gift.
The ship of affection to rely on the harbor of love, the building of affection to build the cornerstone of love; the spring of affection to flow in the love of the earth, the star of affection to brighten the dome of love, the flower of affection to bloom in the garden of love. 6. affection, is your sick visit and care, she makes you feel the warmth of the sun in the darkness, to enhance your determination to overcome the illness; affection, is the encouragement and support of your frustration, she makes you feel selflessness in despair, to make you feel the warmth of the sun, to enhance your determination to overcome the illness. Desperate to feel the selflessness of the bosom, inspire you to continue to move forward confidence; affection, is your forgetfulness of the rod, she makes you feel in the arrogance of the stern gaze, to ensure that you correctly move forward in the direction.
7. Affection, like a drop of spring manna, always in the pathos of the years, live nostalgia of the wind-dried memories; affection, like a summer shade, always in the hot sun, hold up the blue sky of the confused; affection, like a ray of sunshine in the fall, always in the depression in the wind and rain, the warmth of the hearts of those who have lost; affection, like a winter snow, always in the dirty journey, clean up all the trekking! It is like a winter snow, always in the dirty journey, clean up the trekker's dust. It is this way, no impurities, no distance, no hypocrisy, just the bloodline of the mutual mutual care each other silently.
8. Affection is a trickle of streams, to the heart of the sweet moisturizing; affection is a ray of soft sunshine, so that the frozen heart of the silent melting; affection is a quiet harbor, so that the voyage of exhaustion dissipated. Affection is the increase of white hair on the forehead of parents, is the infinite care and hope in the eyes of parents, affection is a beam of light in the darkness, giving you the irreplaceable feeling of home and warmth.
Yes, the world's most beautiful feelings is the earth's affection 9. affection is a dipper sprinkled in the spring rain, so that lonely lonely people moisturize the dryness of the soul; affection is a Miluo flow in the summer night of the spring, so that the hot and restless people to appreciate the poetry of peace; affection is a small umbrella held up in the rainy night, so that the people wandering in a foreign land to the love of the shelter; affinity is a rainbow flying in the sky, so that people feel the world's haze, the world's eyes are filled with the rainbow, so that the world's eyes are full of the rainbow. The haze of people feel the warmth of the world 10. affection, is a lamp, to the prodigal son back to light up the road; affection, is a haven, to the wandering wanderer a calm harbor; affection, is a bowl of chicken soup for the wounded heart a care; affection, is also a sword, to unrepentant people a move of power to split the Huashan. 11. haze in the feeling of the father's care, the wind ruffles the window screen; I heard my mother's advice, and the soft rain climbed up to the window sill.
When I was depressed, affection gave me comfort; when I hesitated, affection gave me encouragement; when I was happy, affection gave me blessings 12. Affection is "no pen and paper to meet on the horse, with the gentleman to pass the word to report peace" of the command, is "the line is tightly sewn, fear of late return" of the attachment, is "leaning against the window in the coming day, the cold plum blossoms" of the thoughts, is "the rain is coming, the rain is coming" of the It's the waiting of "yellow leaf tree in the rain, white head under the lamp". Example: Essay on Parental Affection In this world, in the multitude of people, you can have no friends, no classmates, no colleagues, and even no siblings.
But you can't have no parents. Parents give us flesh and blood, raise us up, teach us to know themselves, know the world.
Let us become useful to the world, to mankind. We may now be small, do not know what is called great kindness, can not really appreciate the parents strict requirements of our true meaning, sometimes even feel that the parents' requirements are a little cruel.
However, in the process of your growth, you just need to write down a little bit of your life to feel happy, you will be able to feel their endless love. Maybe one day you'll realize that your dad, who is always angry at you, actually loves you very much; and that what is hidden under his heavy disguise is a deep love.
Father is a mountain, father's love is great, solid and broad. He made us learn to be strong, remember the tolerance, know the self-control.
Mother is the sea, mother's love is warm and selfless, simple and delicate. She taught us how to be grateful for life, grateful for life, how to treat everyone and everything in the world with love.
We read a lot of articles describing gratitude to parents, including Zhu Ziqing's "Backstory", "Father and Son" and so on. They all remind us all the time to learn to be grateful.
While being grateful to our parents, we should also have a "grateful" heart, to find the good things in life, and be grateful for every good thing. In this way, you will be able to deal with the frustrations of life with an open mind and an open heart.
Such as "back" in: I read here, in the crystal tears, and saw that fat, green cloth cotton robe, black cloth coat back. Alas! I don't know when I can meet him again! This fully embodies Zhu Ziqing to him.
6. Seek gratitude to the grandmother's composition (to the beginning and end) to fast
Beginning: in the moment of opening the eyes, there will always be a vague and tired figure; often in the mind when the time to appear, will always think of her a pair of hands covered with old to callus pale. For her, without the beautiful years of youth, step by step in life had stepped down the footsteps so that she turned her eyes to the window that a clear blue sky. Since there are memories of her, more grandmother's love for us. Know
Conclusion: Time is the flow of years. Grandma is old, but wherever she is still watching us grow up. I learned to be grateful, that is a spirit of magnificent pursuit, because I once no longer tolerate her to bear more suffering, and sometimes can not help but recall the hint of enjoyment and happiness 。。。。。。 (I Road first year to second year, I wrote my own ah, where plagiarism, beheading! I hope to adopt!)
7. Write the deceased grandmother essay beginning
Now think about it, if the grandmother's death into the present, my pain should be magnified incredibly many, many times.
Because, now, I know death, and I know death farewell.
And for all that, I am much harder to accept than a child.
The night before last, before going to bed, I don't know how, suddenly I miss my grandmother.
My grandmother was a traditional Chinese woman, and she and my mom had a typical mother-in-law-daughter-in-law conflict. Like all the old people of that period, she had a pair of deformed feet that were very small. As far as I can remember, the thumbs on both of my grandmother's feet were resting on her thumbs, and the two of them were in tune with each other and ****, just like a married couple raising their eyebrows. I often heard from my grandmother's mouth many realities of the old society, such as foot binding. So because of my grandmother, I have a deep aversion to the old society.
The memory of my grandmother is a shame. There is not a single thing that I remember clearly, it's all pieced together piece by piece.
But every time I think of my grandmother, there is always a fiery sunrise around her. That's because for a long time the breakfast is made by the grandmother to me to eat. As the saying goes: when you get old, you get less sleep. Grandma always get up very early, after the meal is ready two hands inserted under my mattress, began to have a crop of stories, tell very old ghost stories of the neighboring villages, tell grandma personally experienced the history of Japanese atrocities ...... these all sound so fresh, so interesting. After a story is finished, grandma will say quietly: get up, if you don't get up, it will be too late. A moving story has been enough to make me awake, so, sparingly dressed, giggling and eating breakfast, in the grandmother's loving gaze, I gradually far away.
When I was ten years old, my grandmother suddenly fell ill with a tumor. Grandma's body has always been great, but said collapse. It's strange that I don't have any memory of my grandmother's illness, everything is a blur. In my imagination, my sick grandmother should be lying in bed, surrounded by my father, my mother, and my aunt, but everything felt so unreal, as if it shouldn't be like that. I really forget, forget, do not even remember in the grandmother during the illness I have not gone to see her, should be there, but, why so important, so historic scene I even forget it?
That morning of that year, my father hurriedly ran in and said; your grandmother is gone. I was fixed for a second, and began to tear up. I actually did not see the last side of the grandmother, perhaps the grandmother is afraid of too attached to it! She left so decisively. In fact, at that time, I could not fully understand what death really means, did not know that this is the so-called death farewell. All I could think of was that my grandmother, who loved me the most, was gone, and there would be no more people to tell me beautiful stories, no more people to hide the delicious food for a long time and gladly stuffed to me. So, I cried.
The night my grandmother burned the paper, my mother specially instructed my great-uncle to let him watch me all the way, so that I don't die crying, my throat hurts. The result was that I had a mute voice for many days.
Grandma is about to have a funeral, Dad said to me: go and have a good cry! If you don't cry again, you won't have a chance. I fell on my knees in front of the funeral hall, climbed on the coffin and cried my eyes out. The memory of my grandmother will always remain in that moment, that second.
It's been eleven years, and Grandma has never come into my dreams, good or bad. The day before yesterday, eleven years later, I inexplicably missed her so much, missed the old lady who used to love me so much.
I wonder if my grandmother in heaven has seen that I have grown big and tall.
I don't know, in heaven's grandmother, live happy?
Now think, if the grandmother's death to the present, my pain should be magnified incredibly many many times.
Because, now I, know death, know death farewell.
And for all that, I had a much harder time than a child.
8. Grandma I want to say to you the beautiful beginning of the essay (in prose)
Grandma, I want to say to you.
Whenever I encounter difficulties, it is you who supports me by my side; whenever I encounter difficulties, it is you who guards me by my side; whenever I am sad, it is you who comforts me by my side. It is you who gives me endless love one at a time. Grandma I really want to say to you: "Thank you, my grandmother!"
I remember when I was a child, once I was at home with my grandmother, when I was thirsty and wanted to drink water, but my grandmother was washing clothes, I thought to myself: I can also catch water to drink. So, took a cup and went to the water heater to catch water to drink. Unexpectedly, a cup of hot water was spilled on my right hand. I couldn't help but cry. Hearing my cries, my grandmother rushed over to me, and at that time, she was so scared that she didn't know what to do and rushed to take me to the hospital. During my treatment, Grandma almost fainted from fear. In the days of caring for me, grandma guarded me every day, people are tired and thin, eyes also boil red. My hand finally got better under my grandmother's meticulous care.
I am now grown up, and understand, can also help grandma to do some of the things that can be done. Grandma I want to say to you: "Grandma, you have worked hard!
9. Seek thanks to the grandmother's composition (to the beginning and end) to fast
Beginning: in the moment of opening the eyes, there will always be a vague tired figure; often in the mind when the time to appear, always remember her pair of hands covered with old calluses pale.
For her, there is no more youthful and beautiful years, step by step in the life of the footsteps had stepped down so that she turned her eyes to the window that a clear blue sky. Since there are memories of her, but also the grandmother's love and care for us.
Know the end: time is the flow of years. Grandma is old, but wherever she is still watching us grow up.
I learned to be grateful, that is a spirit of magnificent pursuit, because I once no longer tolerate her to bear more suffering, and sometimes can not help but recall that a trace of enjoyment and happiness.
(I Road first year to second year, I wrote my own ah, where plagiarism, beheading! I hope to adopt!)
This is the first time I've ever seen a person with a high school diploma.
10. Write about the grandparents of the composition, the beginning and the end, in the middle of the narrative, to have the environment description of 800 words
I am the closest to the people to count the grandmother.
Grandma is already over seventy years old, full of half-black and half-white hair, a deep wrinkle on the forehead, which records the vicissitudes of the years. Although the grandmother is very old, but the body is still very strong, every day busy, always not stay.
Grandma has a lot of grandchildren, the most loving, favorite child is of course me. What good things, what good things have to give me to keep, no matter what all spoiled me. Although Grandma couldn't read or write, she loved to look through books. Whenever she had the time, she would take the elementary school textbooks that I had learned and look at them. Once, she said to me while reading, "You are so lucky now, someone is paying for you to study. Why don't you hurry up and learn, learn well, and don't let anyone say this or that. I wanted to study so much! I wanted to study so much. At that time, a very good teacher discussed with my mother, 'Let your child go to school! You don't have to pay anything.' But I didn't have that fate. My mother said, 'Who will cook for me if she goes to school?' My mom said, 'Who will cook for me if she goes to school?' She said she wouldn't let me go to school. Now I can't even read a word when I'm out and about, so I can't stand it." I always like to listen to her nagging.
Grandma is very hardworking and gets up early every morning to clean the house and cook. The whole morning, at home, washing and brushing and busy. After finishing her work, it was noon, and it was time to make lunch, so she couldn't rest for a while.