Write Grandpa's Death 1 Two years ago, Grandpa died of a heart attack, and our whole family can't forget that pain. That morning, I didn't know there was a man lying in the coffin. I walked slowly over and saw that the man turned out to be my grandfather. I touched the coffin and said to myself, "Grandpa, wake up. Didn't you promise to go to the park with me today? " Wake up. "My mother said to me with tears in her eyes," Grandpa … will never … never wake up. " I asked, "Why?" Mom said, "because ... because grandpa ... died. "As soon as I heard this, I couldn't believe my ears and cried heartbreakingly. Grandpa sleeps in a coffin. I know, grandpa can't hear my voice, chat with grandpa, take me to the park … nothing.
When I came home, I was still crying. My mother said to me, "son, although my grandfather is dead, his love for you will not disappear." You must stick to it. My grandfather will watch you from the sky. Win at the starting line in the future, don't forget to be a good teacher. " Therefore, I decided to study hard and fulfill my grandfather's last wish.
In my memory, my grandfather is a fat old man, who moves a little slowly and always has a smile on his face. In early spring or cool autumn, people haven't taken off two sweaters, but grandpa is already wearing thin clothes and often sweats. Adults, children and old people in the street house respect grandpa very much. When they see him, they all call him "Hello, Grandpa Li". Grandpa always answers with a smile: "Hello!"
Grandpa died, and we were all very sad. The adults cried, and I also cried, crying very sadly, because I would never see my grandfather again. He left us forever. According to the adults, grandpa walked peacefully. He died of illness and ran out of oil and lights. For the happy growth of children and grandchildren, grandpa has been diligent and thrifty all his life, and always shows a happy mental outlook in front of people, setting an example for future generations. All of us should learn from his spirit, which is the spiritual wealth left by grandpa.
Grandpa, rest in peace! We will miss you forever!
Write the third article of grandpa's death. Everyone has many "memory beads" in his memory, and red represents joy; There is black, which represents sadness; There is green, which means moving; And purple, which means embarrassment. ...
I have a black one. And it is the darkest one.
It was in the early morning of last year, 1 1.3. I vaguely heard my grandmother calling my grandfather's name, and my voice was urgent. I had a hunch that something was wrong. When I realized it, my brother woke up, too After simple communication, we sat on the bed and encouraged each other, and prayed to God devoutly: "God, save my grandfather and bless him with everything ..."
When we got dressed, I saw my grandfather lying on the bed pitifully, and my mother and grandmother knelt on the bed and prayed with tears. My grandfather looked at me with his eyes half open. He was short of breath. It should be said that he is panting. I know grandpa still knows me and wants to talk to me ... We watched helplessly: Grandpa's mouth seems to be stuffed with a lot of things, bulging and there are still some bubbles in his mouth. I've been panting. It seems that grandpa is very uncomfortable, and I will never forget that scene. For those of us who have never experienced such a thing, looking at grandpa who is unconscious, we are at a loss and can only wait for 120 to arrive in time.
About 20 minutes, 120 arrived, and the initial diagnosis was cerebral infarction or cerebral hemorrhage. After many twists and turns, my grandfather was carried into the elevator by 120 people, and my mother and grandmother followed him to the hospital. My brother and I were left at home, waiting for news from the hospital in horror.
The first day, of course, we didn't go to school. Father came back from Shanghai and took us to the hospital to accompany grandpa. My father also told us that my grandfather was bleeding in the brain stem, and the amount of bleeding was unprecedented. My uncle's family also arrived in the evening. Looking at my grandfather, who was full of tubes and could only breathe by ventilator, I realized the seriousness of the matter.
The next day, I also knew that grandpa was not breathing, so he had to use a ventilator to keep breathing, and his pupils were always dilated. Experts say that this maintenance is to make relatives feel better, but it doesn't make any sense. The situation is very critical!
Early in the morning of the third day, we rushed to the hospital and saw all our relatives crying, and there were many uncles, aunts, grandparents who usually got together with grandma. Everyone's face is covered with tears. At about eight o'clock, the doctor took off grandpa's equipment, and my uncle cried and wiped his body for grandpa. Two priests dressed their grandfather in white clothes, which only Christians can wear when they die.
The only thing that surprised us was that five or six hours after his death, his face was still rosy and his limbs were even more flexible than before. Later, I heard from my grandmother in the church that my grandfather went to heaven, and the souls of believers went to heaven after death. We are relieved to think of this. My grandfather has gone to heaven to enjoy happiness, where there is no pain and sadness!
I hope grandpa will be happy and healthy in heaven! Here I also promise my grandpa that I will study hard and live a strong life in the future!
My dear grandfather died at noon on the seventeenth day of the twelfth lunar month. I haven't seen my grandfather since then.
Grandpa loves me the most and wants to give me everything. Every time we go shopping together, grandpa always asks me whether I want this or that. When I eat, he always gives me food, but he eats very little.
Because grandpa died early, I was basically brought up by him, and he taught me to walk. But he's gone now. I used to say that I should be filial to my grandfather when I grew up, but my grandfather didn't give me a chance. "An inch of time is worth an inch of gold, but an inch of gold can't buy an inch of time", and "a child wants to raise but doesn't want to stay", time is gone forever, so we should cherish the living.
At 7 o'clock in the morning, grandpa would often wait for me downstairs, pick me up for school, pick me up after school at 4 o'clock in the afternoon, and then go to my house to cook for my mother. When my mother comes home, my grandfather will go back to his home. But from next semester, dear grandpa will never come to help us again.
Grandpa is lying quietly on the door now. I touched him. It's very cold. Grandpa, I miss you. Grandpa, you have to bless us in heaven. Adults are busy in grief, so I will stay with my grandfather and keep the candle and let him go all the way. Don't worry, grandpa, I'll take care of myself. I think grandpa must still be with me, but I can't see him.
Grandpa, I miss you.
Writing about Grandpa's death 5 Grandpa also has a tough side. Once I was fiddling with grandpa's bonsai, and grandpa came up and said loudly, "It took me days and nights to get this. Please don't touch it. Do you understand? " I nodded. ...
This winter, grandpa passed away.
Grandpa has a kind face and always smiles.
I remember playing chess with grandpa once. Halfway through, my grandfather suddenly put it in his wallet and said, "I'll put it in my wallet and see how you put it." Hurriedly said, "grandpa play to depend on.
Another time I played military chess with my grandfather, I rolled my eyes and said, "I want to go to the bathroom." The clever grandfather immediately said, "Wait." I flipped through the military chess and said, "OK, you go." I have no choice but to go.
Soon, my mother came back and told me that my grandfather had gone to the hospital, and my heart immediately became restless. I thought my grandfather Ji Ren should be fine. The next day, my mother came home with a heavy burden and said, "Well, grandpa died because of a broken blood vessel." When I heard this sentence, I couldn't help crying. Mom cried with me, too.
How did this happen? It's impossible. Grandpa should be a lucky man. Why, why, why? ...
Last Thursday, Grandpa left me forever. I have never had a grandfather since I was a child, so my only grandparents are my grandfather. Grandpa is almost ninety years old, and he will be a centenarian if he persists for decades! Unfortunately, just a few weeks ago, he fell down and fell badly! Therefore, as a doctor's mother, she takes some time to visit him in the mountains every day.
As for me who is about to graduate, I definitely can't go to see my grandfather! But because of this, this Saturday and Sunday became the last two days I saw my grandfather! Now that I think about it, I regret not going to see my grandfather. Alas! This is exactly the sentence "If I had known this, why should I have done it"!
We really sent grandpa away today. However, why did mother, aunt, second aunt, second aunt, third aunt and third uncle cry so badly? I hate it when they do this! I think that a person, from birth to death, is just a process, not important. What matters is whether this person has had his own wonderful life in this process! I firmly believe that grandpa must live his own wonderful life. He died without regret. He died peacefully and contentedly! We shouldn't cry, since grandpa died peacefully, let him leave peacefully and don't let him have any worries!
So, I didn't cry! Tears can't solve everything. What's more, tears are the patent of our children! Adults have no right to deprive us of our rights!
Four years ago, my closest relative, my grandfather, left me, left his favorite person, and left quietly. Just left and never came back.
That night, although it was the spring breeze in April, it was particularly cold on me. If the light is dim outside, the shadow under the light will shake. The night is horribly quiet ... maybe this is the call of death! But why? Why is the person I took away my closest relative? Why? God, can you give me a reason?
On the day of the funeral, I stood alone under a lush pine and cypress tree, recalling the scene with my grandfather when I was a child:
When I was in kindergarten, my grandfather came to the door early every day after school. At that time, my grandfather's pocket must not be empty: either my favorite cake or my favorite chocolate was in it. If I don't like it, the tempting popsicle will definitely flow into my heart after I coquetry. Then, holding grandpa's hand, skipping all the way. Tired from walking, after eating, I stared at the roadside stall and couldn't speak. At this time, either my grandfather will buy me food again or let my grandfather carry it on his back. Therefore, it is impossible for us to go home before sunset and the birds return to the forest every day.
At home, if I don't obey, my mother will criticize me, and my father can't help me. Only grandpa will appear in time at this time, hug me kindly and say, "Let's go, grandpa will take you to play." At this point, all the unhappiness of the family will disappear. Of course, I am the happiest.
Whenever there is a manual competition at school, grandpa is my "savior". He will make me a wooden gun and carve a boat. Every holiday, he will fly kites with me and help me learn to skate; Every winter, he always makes a stove and warms the bed. ...
All this seems to be in front of us, vividly. But now, where is he?
The autumn wind is rustling and the leaves are falling. Grandpa, are you in the sky? Is there a little angel like me to play with you there? Can you hear my call?
My heart is like a piece of ice, more like a painting that has lost its color. ...
Foreign public ...
Writing about Grandpa's Death 8 Speaking of "smoked steak" and "braised zongzi", you will be surprised-there are such dishes in the world, is it new? No, it's just the masterpiece of two chefs in my family-mom and dad.
Smoked steak is dad's specialty. It happened on Tuesday afternoon. I just entered the room and a smell of smoke came on my face. I quickly covered my mouth to prevent the poisonous gas from entering the body. Dad is putting smoked steak into a bowl and serving this bowl of delicious food. My mother and I were shocked. Is this still steak? Dark, really like being smoked out, not as red as Guan Gong's lovely face. This steak is unique enough!
Braised zongzi is mom's specialty. It was Wednesday night, and after dad's smoked steak was done, mom's braised zongzi was about to be done. At that time, I was immersed in the ocean of books, and suddenly there was a "scratching" sound. I just thought my mother was fighting mosquitoes! But the sound kept coming, and I was a little impatient. I went out to have a look, and it turned out to be the sound of cooking from the kitchen.
Really? Mom's braised zongzi is out of the pot so soon! Touch it with your hand, and the skin of zongzi becomes brittle and soft. When you peel it off, the red glutinous rice is shiny and delicious! This is the "peerless" brand braised zongzi made by my mother.
Now you should know the origin of "smoked steak" and "braised zongzi"!
My grandfather is a real farmer. He is 82 years old, tall and slightly fat. His face was covered with wrinkles, as if telling people the road he had traveled. He has a pair of bright eyes under his long eyebrows, and everything looks so energetic. He often wears a dark tunic suit, a pair of gray trousers and a pair of black cloth shoes on his feet, giving people an amiable look.
My grandfather planted more than 4 acres. Uncle and aunt see grandpa working so hard, advise him not to plant, and enjoy happiness. But my grandfather said, "I am a farmer. I am used to working all my life. If I am not allowed to farm, I will feel uncomfortable. There is nothing wrong with my body now, all because of the law of work. " Uncle, they couldn't beat him, so they let him go. Grandma said grandpa is an old hand in farming, and his crops are the best in the village. Many people ask him about his farming experience!
Grandpa's greatest hobby is reading newspapers. Give him some newspapers. He looked at them and forgot to eat. Grandpa also likes watching the news. Every night, the news broadcast time is not transferred to anyone. Grandma can't read, can't speak Mandarin and can't understand what is said on TV. Grandpa told her while watching, about the spaceship going to heaven, the Prime Minister visiting the people in the disaster area, regulating house prices, and cultivating new rice varieties in Yuan Longping.
The state has just gone through the subsidy procedures for my grandparents who are over 80 years old. It won't be long before I can get the money like a worker. Mentioning this, my grandfather said: farmers not only don't pay taxes, but also give us money. Now they pay us wages. Life is getting better and better and the country is getting stronger and stronger. He will live to be 100 years old and watch the 80th birthday of his motherland!
On the day of grandpa's death 10, the gardenias bloomed, and I picked a bunch of gardenias for grandpa to see. Clean up the weeds in front of the tomb, and my thoughts are flying in the fragrant flowers.
I remember that it was also the day when gardenias were in full bloom. In those days, I clung to happiness.
Whenever I go to the market, grandpa always pulls me to join in the fun: that string of candied haws shines with attractive brilliance; Dark yellow persimmon cakes are sweet; The pancakes just fished out of the oil pan made my mouth water. Grandpa scraped my nose with his hand full of blue veins: "What a greedy girl!" " "Then I ate a pancake in two or three bites, and then a bunch of candied haws in my left hand followed my grandfather in the envious eyes of other children and skipped home.
Grandpa told me that the day when gardenias were in full bloom was my birthday. Therefore, I have been looking forward to the early opening of flowers. On my birthday, grandpa will wake me up early and take me to the hillside behind the house to plant gardenias. The fragrant flowers all over the mountains are white, like a fresh wind like rain. Take a deep breath and drown in the sea of flowers. By the time I came to my senses, Grandpa had woven a white wreath with his dexterous hands. I happily hung it around my neck and then spun it. "Girl, you are really grandpa's little princess!" "An old man and a young man met the dawn and set foot on their way home.
When I was a child, I was very picky about food and ate beautifully. My grandfather always carries a bowl of porridge and feeds me bite by bite. Usually, rice porridge has bottomed out and I have been to a nearby street. Neighbors sometimes tease me: "Your grandfather loves you so much, how can he repay him when he grows up?" I looked at my grandfather's shabby hut behind me and replied childishly in a dialect: "In the future, I will build a big house for my grandfather and pick large bundles of gardenias and persimmons ..." Before I finished, my grandfather hugged me with a thin layer of tears in his bright eyes.
The happy days were so short that I was taken back to the city by my parents. I never went to see my grandfather again because my studies became busier and busier.
Then grandpa left me alone. I don't know where he went, but he has never lived in a big foreign house and eaten persimmon cakes bought by his granddaughter. ...
As soon as the wind blew, flowers were scattered all over the floor, just like grandpa, covered in mud and never woke up.
That day, I went to see my grandfather, and my thoughts echoed and tears poured down my eyes. ...
Write the composition of grandpa's death 1 1 "Happy New Year! Received a red envelope! " Originally, it was a happy thing, but my grandfather died and I was not happy at all. I came to Changsha with a deep heart.
As soon as I got to grandpa's house, I rushed into his room and saw his body. I couldn't help crying loudly. After a while, my mother came to comfort me and said, "Don't cry, I know you are very sad today." I thought to myself: Mom must be very sad, too, so I tried not to cry. But when I saw the pale sky outside the window, I was sad again. My mother said to me, "It takes nine days for the souls of the dead to fly to the Heavenly Palace, and the coffin can be sent up the mountain on the ninth day." In this way, a few days later, grandpa's smile appeared in front of my eyes.
These days, I often think of my grandfather. I remember my mother told me that she didn't want me before I was born, but my grandfather said, "She must, because she will be very filial in the future." That's why mom decided to give birth to me. In the past, as long as I was with my grandfather, he would take me to play every day, amuse me and buy me a lot of delicious food. I feel sad at the thought of never seeing grandpa again.
After attending grandpa's funeral, I went back to Shenzhen, but I still often think of grandpa. If only my grandpa could come back again!
Write grandpa died 12. I didn't go to see him again because grandpa's health was tough again.
I used to be his most painful grandson, and he always left me some good things. I did well in the exam, and he will be happy from ear to ear.
But I didn't like him very much at that time, because he was very angry. When he was angry, he would call names and hit people, and I even deliberately avoided him for this reason. I really don't understand the old man's mind. I didn't think about the reason why he was angry. I didn't care about his past, and I didn't know that he was so angry with me out of deep expectation. However, before I could think about these problems, my grandfather had left. I was nine years old that year. In fact, until the day he died, he never hit me, even if he slapped me gently. I was naive, but my grandfather left too early.
Once, my cousin and I did something wrong, and now we can't remember the specific things; Grandpa tore a branch from the tree with trembling hands and chased us. My brother and I were so scared that we ran.
Grandpa is too old to do anything. On the way, I once looked back at him, and he almost tripped over a stone on the road. Fortunately, after a stumble, he didn't fall down and continued to chase us; I was Zheng at that time, and I really wanted to help him. But I dare not. I'm afraid of being whipped by branches. If I had known in advance that my grandfather would not be willing to hit me until he died, how could I "run for my life" like crazy and let my panting grandfather chase me? I'm so unfilial!
If grandpa were still alive, I wouldn't mind how thick branches he used and how hard he hit me; I even hoped many times that he could severely beat me, the unfilial grandson who made him sad. I wish I could turn back the clock. I'll run over and give him a hand. I don't care how painful I am.
Because of my parents' work, after the second grade of primary school, our family was alienated from my grandparents' family. At that time, my grandfather was in poor health. From then on, I didn't have a chance to make him angry, and grandpa didn't have the strength to catch up with a big fool who didn't "cherish" love.
Later, I always wanted to ask grandpa if he would really hit me if he caught me that day. It was not until my grandfather left that I had the cheek to ask him this question. When I knew the answer, it was actually a long time late.