Grandpa Gao's composition is 1. The world is big and the sea is boundless. I am glad to have a grandfather who loves me.
Time flies, fleeting. The fallen flowers are ruthless, and the years are ruthless.
At this time, I was sitting at my desk in my room with a yellow photo in my hand. At the moment, tears blurred my vision. I can't see the young man clearly. When I saw it clearly again, they told me that grandpa was old. Time climbed to grandpa's forehead, and his black hair had lost its luster. The handsome face in my memory has some age spots to prove the years. They bared their teeth and showed up without anyone's permission, nor did they need anyone's consent.
Grandpa has been a farmer all his life, but nothing he should have taught me has fallen behind.
People live, for everything, to eat bitter, nothing less. This is the truth, you must abide by it. Grandpa taught me this. I know, I know. It never occurred to me that grandpa's burden was heavy on the day when grandma couldn't take care of herself at all. Grandpa has never been a man who can't bear hardships. Both of them have done farm work, but Grandpa has just been doing it in a down-to-earth way, taking care of the work at hand and worrying about family affairs. The burden fell on grandpa's shoulder, as heavy as a thousand pounds. Grandpa didn't say anything, but I saw it in my eyes and it hurt in my heart. Just because he doesn't say it doesn't mean I don't know what he's suffering from. As the sun sets, my grandfather's hard back falls in my heart.
Grandpa loves me very much. how much is it? I don't know. All I know is that grandpa has everything I want, and he always leaves me no room. Have you ever been taken to heart? I have, but it's not an experience, it's true love. I told grandpa that I like peach stones. This is a harmless sentence, but grandpa takes it to heart. When you have nothing to do, you will ask around the village. Is there a peach pit? In the cold winter, I got a peach pit. On such a cold day, I ran around the village and asked a word. It was so cold, but my heart was warm.
My grandfather is a very gentle and lovely person. At least in my opinion. Grandma is a grumpy character who is addicted to everything. Because grandma can't take care of herself completely, cooking and washing dishes falls on grandpa. Grandpa, on the other hand, is a slow-witted person and has to wait for small things. One night, grandpa was sitting in front of the TV watching the news broadcast, while grandma was already sitting at the table. Grandpa, who had to wait for small things, was unmoved by grandma's urging, so grandma got angry, and grandpa was obviously angry, saying that you were still noisy when I watched the news broadcast, but you kept going to the kitchen. How gentle he is, despite the passage of time, despite his late arrival, despite, despite … he still loves me, my beloved grandfather.
Time passes slowly. Falling flowers is not heartless. The years are quiet. Wish you love.
Grandpa's first composition 2 Morality is a pair of hands, pushing open the window blocked in the heart; Morality is a window of Wan Li with a clear sky outside the window; Morality is a sky, which breeds countless pure hearts. Morality is a naturally formed code of conduct in society and a standard to gain the trust of others. Some people think it is difficult to be a moral person. In fact, as long as you do it, you will find it is actually very simple. Morality means being honest and trustworthy, and not coveting things that don't belong to you.
Last week, my mother and I went to the hospital to visit my sick grandmother. When I took the bus, I finally found two seats. Soon after I sat down, an old man in his 500 s came on the bus. He is wearing a yellow shirt and a pair of brown sneakers, and he feels very simple. He walked around the carriage and found that there was no seat, and the old man's face showed a little reluctance. At this time, my heart is very contradictory. If I give way, will others say that I stand out? If I don't give up my seat, I won't read my books for nothing these years. Just when I was worried about this matter, a tall young man stood up and helped grandpa to his seat. Grandpa was so grateful that he repeatedly thanked him.
When the bus arrived at the station, people got off one after another, and grandpa slowly walked down the railing. Just then, grandpa saw a brown wallet on the seat. Grandpa quickly stepped forward and opened it. There is 5000 yuan in it. Grandpa looked around. I think he wanted to keep the money for himself. Later, grandpa went outside the car and asked whose wallet it was. It seems that I misunderstood him. Grandpa walked up to my mother and asked her to call 1 10, and her mother agreed. But my mother asked doubtfully, "Grandpa, I don't think your clothes are rich either?" Grandpa nodded. "Then why don't you keep the money for yourself?" Mom asked. The old man smiled and replied, "Although my family is not rich, I had the same idea when I saw the money, but then I thought, what if people who lost their wallets need money urgently!" " Besides, don't be greedy. With this idea, you will become a bad person or even a thief. I don't want to be such a person. Even if my family is poor, I want to be a real person. "Although it is a short story of change, it deeply touched me. The spirit of "finding money without ignorance" is one of the civilized and moral behaviors. There are many civilized and moral behaviors in life that deserve our praise and require us to create miracles.
Picking up money is like a leaf, and when many leaves get together, it is a forest; Picking up money is not like a part, many parts are combined to form a machine; Picking up money is like a drop of water, and many drops combine into an ocean. I believe there will be more civilized and moral behaviors in the days to come!
Grandpa's composition 3 Spring has come and swallows have flown back from the south. Their mouths kept whispering, as if to report the good news of spring, and also brought my thoughts. ...
How is your hometown? Has the pear tree in front of the house grown tall again? Did my dear grandma think of her dead grandfather again? In my memory, my grandfather was very kind and he loved me very much. At that time, grandpa was the only teacher in the village. He is plain, and the only thing that stands out is the glasses on his nose. Grandpa is tall and thin, and he has a book fragrance. I like lying in his arms listening to stories and counting stars ... There are many childhood memories, just like a palette, which makes my childhood colorful. Once, I competed with naughty friends to climb trees. As a result, I sat on the throne of the champion, but I couldn't get down because I climbed too high. I was so scared that I couldn't help crying, and my friends slipped away one by one. I feel that I have been poured cold water, and I have never been so desperate. "Boo hoo" waves of sad cries linger in my ears. I'm surprised. Who is crying? It's me. I heard someone calling my name in the dim light, dried my tears and saw my grandfather running towards me in a hurry. Seeing grandpa, the shattered hope miraculously burned up. "Jump down and grandpa will follow you." His voice is as calm as ever. Say that finish, grandpa opened his arms, although I was afraid, but I believe grandpa. Close your eyes and jump, then throw yourself into his warm arms. Grandpa leaned forward suddenly, and the representative's glasses were thrown out. At this time, grandpa was anxiously checking my injury, and he was relieved to see that I was unscathed. Then I remembered my glasses. "It's over, it's over." He bent down to pick up his glasses and wiped them with his sleeves in distress, only to see that his left lens was broken. I patted my chest and said seriously, "It doesn't matter. When I grow up, I will buy you a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. " Grandpa smiled and stroked my head with his calloused hands. I solemnly pulled up his left hand, "hang yourself with a hook, and it will remain unchanged for a hundred years ..." At sunset, this was my agreement with Grandpa. ...
Later, grandpa always wore those broken glasses together, and I came to Beijing to start a new life. Slowly forget our agreement ... until his bad news came, I suddenly remembered "our agreement at sunset" Grandpa didn't change his glasses. Maybe he's waiting for me to fulfill my promise ... in this falling apart season, I think of my grandfather and our agreement. ...
Grandpa Gao Yi's composition 4 Late autumn, the wind blows, the touch is gentle, and the dream is beautiful; The wind is blowing, and the leaves falling from the branches are tossing and turning beautifully. The wind blows, the clouds float by, the sun warms the earth, the sun warms the earth, and the sun shines on the thin shadow under the tree. Autumn is so beautiful!
Thinking about autumn, my thoughts returned to the old man in the deep alley.
That autumn, my mother and I went to Yunnan, a place called "Jiangnan Water Town". We live in an old man's house deep in the alley. It was the first time I met him, a man of medium height, slightly hunched back, wrinkled face and gray temples, a strange grandfather. Looking at him, I looked down and whispered. Grandpa suddenly coughed deeply, patted his head and said to his mother, "This child is also the first time. Don't worry, I'll take her shopping. " Mother looked at me, hesitated and nodded to answer.
Before he could react, he was pulled out of the alley by the old man. He turned and stood with his back to the light. The sun shone on him. He lowered his head and said to me, "Come on, grandpa will take you to eat sweet-scented osmanthus crisp ..." Suddenly, he paused, as if remembering something beautiful, frowning slightly and smiling at his mouth. "Sweet-scented osmanthus crisp must be delicious, and grandpa smiled." I ran to the corner with a smile.
There is an old shop at the corner of the alley, and the sign of "Sweet Osmanthus Crisp" hangs askew beside the door. I jumped in, followed by my grandfather, and shouted to the boss who was lounging in the chair, "Tang, come and serve osmanthus crisp." Then he knocked on the table.
The man named Tang rubbed his eyes and looked at our table. Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide, went over to look at the old man, and said in surprise, "I thought you wouldn't come again …" Then he paused, as if remembering something, turned around and walked into the door sadly.
I looked up at my grandfather in a daze. He sighed deeply and said, "My old woman has always liked sweet-scented osmanthus crisp. She said that it melts in the mouth, and the sweetness is not addictive. The sweet-scented osmanthus crisp in autumn is the best, the fragrance in the past in summer, the new fragrance, and the best time is autumn. " Grandpa paused, raised his hand and pointed to the tree at the door. "Come on, close your eyes, do you think the autumn wind is very warm?" I closed my eyes, and sure enough, autumn was full. "She said that she loves the autumn wind and loves its gentleness. She said that she wanted to go to France to see the fallen leaves of buttonwood trees. She said that she wanted to go there to feel the breath of autumn, but she didn't go there yet, and she left ... "The grandfather looked gloomy, and tears from the corner of his eyes crossed his wrinkled face and fell to the ground. Looking at the sweet-scented osmanthus crisp on the table, I reached for it and put it in my mouth. Sure enough, the entrance melts, crisp but not greasy, and the autumn wind blows gently. I seem to see the grandmother's gentle smile, like her extreme version of the autumn wind.
A few days later, we went back. Looking at grandpa, I sincerely smiled, waved goodbye and watched him walk into the alley. ...
Autumn is yearning, gentle touch, like grandma's smile, autumn is the touch and endless concern of the old man in the alley.