Chaney

It was late autumn. ...

I sat at my desk and looked at grandma's photo. I saw grandma's kind smile and simple face ... At this moment, my heart was full of infinite grief and nostalgia for grandma.

Grandma, I want to hold your hand again.

I remember when I was in the first grade of primary school, my grandmother took my hand and sent me to school. Along the way, grandma taught me to listen to the teacher, unite my classmates, listen carefully and be a promising person. When I first went to school, I was very scared, and I couldn't fully understand my grandmother's words. But when I took her hand, my heart was much more solid, and all my fears were gone.

On the third day, it was also a rainy day in Mao Mao, with a little light snow. It was my turn to be on duty that day. It was already dark when we cleaned the classroom. I walked out of the school gate and felt a little scared. A gust of wind blew and I couldn't help shivering. At this moment, I looked up and saw my grandmother's familiar figure standing in the snow. Although she was wobbly, when she saw me, she almost came running. She held up an umbrella for me with one hand and held me tightly with the other. Suddenly, grandma's temperature passed to me, and I was excited. Grandma, it is your hands that give me warmth and love again.

In a flash, I went to junior high school. It was a Sunday, and I asked my grandmother to take me to play in the street. I used to hold grandma's hand when I walked out the door. But grandma drew back her hand and said to me, "Chen Chen, you helped me." I took grandma's hand. It wasn't grandma who helped me this time, but I helped her. Suddenly I feel grown up. Ah, Grandma, I see, you are telling me: Chen Chen, you have grown up, you should take responsibility.

The wind is still blowing and the rain is still falling. ...

Grandma's voice is everywhere in the photo, but grandma has left us. I solemnly put a three-good student certificate in front of grandma's portrait. Grandma, I want to hold your hand again.

Looking at the old buttonwood tree outside the window, the yellow leaves are quietly falling on the ground. I think that when the spring blossoms next year, the old plane tree will give birth to thousands of delicate and green new leaves in Qian Qian.

Every time I come home from school, I can see my grandmother's busy figure in the kitchen. I can smell the smell of food from a distance, and my stomach can't help growling. My grandmother kindly said to me with that delicious dish, "You must be hungry. Go wash your hands and eat." "Eat more! And eat more vegetables! " "Ha ha! Grandma knows me best. " I picked up the bowl chopsticks and wolfed them down. Grandma's cooking is the best.

Sometimes I am wronged, or after I criticize my father's' administrative class', she will hold my hand, touch my head, take me into her room, analyze why I criticize my father, tell me the truth of being a man, and let me know to correct my mistakes in time. When the younger brothers and sisters are sad, she will give them appropriate comfort and encouragement, and will take them out for a walk to distract them from their grievances. When we were sad and crying, her actions gave us more strength.

Of course, there is severity behind kindness. Grandma is a principled person. She should have fun when it is time to play, and study hard when it is time to learn. When we make mistakes, she will punish and scold us. I know she is thinking about our future, and sometimes it is not easy to scold us, but I always listen and think, "She is my grandmother, and I want to respect her!" " "So, if you don't want to hear those words, you have to do everything well and do your best, ha ha!

Grandma is also good at dealing with interpersonal relationships. In the garden downstairs of her house, she can often be seen chatting with some old friends, sometimes giving gifts or going to their house for tea. Grandma is also very willing to help others. I remember once in the park, a little boy was separated from his family. When grandma found out, she took them to find it. Finally, she found it under a flower. The little boy's family thanked her very much and made a special trip to visit her home!

Grandma is my spiritual pillar and my life guide. She gave me meticulous care and help in my life and study. I will never forget my grandmother's concern for me. I will cherish her love, respect her and repay her efforts with my practical actions!

3. Composition: Grandma's hand willow brushed gently in the wind, stroking the trunk, as if telling. ...

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Seeing this topic, I think many people may find it strange. Why write grandma's hand? Aren't there many people who love to write about their mother's hands? To tell the truth, I was brought up by my grandmother since I was a child. Grandma's hands have really experienced vicissitudes!

When grandma was young, life was still very hard. Grandma is only ten years old and has to take care of the whole family, wash clothes and cook. No matter how hard and tired she is, she will work day and night and bear it silently.

Now, grandma's tender and greasy hands have long since disappeared, showing calluses. Although grandma's hand has changed and become ugly, I still like it because it brings me happiness, joy and hope.

Grandma took me and raised me for so many years. Actually, it's not my parents' fault. Take me to grandma. It's just that my family is really depressed and my parents have to go out to earn money, so I let my grandparents take me. Grandma has taken care of my food, clothing, housing and transportation since I was a child. I never wash my own clothes. My grandmother helped me do all these things. No matter whether it is cold or hot, she did all these things for me without any regrets and gave me clean and tidy clothes to wear. I love grandma's hardworking hands!

Grandma's hands can also make many delicious dishes! This allows me to eat delicious food every meal, and it is nutritious and makes me healthy. But the biggest headache is that now I am in junior high school, I have to get up early every day and have breakfast early. I once discussed with my grandmother: "Grandma, I will go out to eat in the future, so as to save you from getting up early." Grandma refused: "no, the food outside is unsanitary, and the dishes and chopsticks are not disinfected." You should eat at home in the future. Don't refuse! " "I can't help it. I just listen to my grandmother. Whenever I see her getting up early to cook, I am grateful. I like grandma's "skillful hands"!

Grandma's hand is magic, it can make people cheer up again. Take recent events as an example. I did badly in the exam. I was depressed when I got home. Grandma saw that I was unhappy and asked, "What's the matter?" "Grandma, I didn't do well in this exam. What can I do? " I replied in dismay. Grandma gently touched my head with her hand, then patted me on the shoulder and said, "Yao Yao, it doesn't matter. It's nothing if you don't do it well once Grandma believes that you will do well in the next exam. Come on! " Looking at grandma's trusting eyes and these calloused hands, I suddenly felt that there was a great force pushing me forward. Great! I am confident again. I must work harder and never let grandma down again. I thank my grandmother for giving people the "magic hand" of strength!

I will never forget my grandmother's kindness. Grandma's hand is like a delicate sculpture, which will remain in my memory forever. I will study hard and repay my dearest grandmother and her magical "universal hand" in the future!

4. Write an article about grandma's hands. Autumn wind blows, and fallen leaves fall like butterflies with broken strings. The leaves are yellowish and slightly folded, and they fall after several turns in the air. I gently picked up a leaf. Touch it, make a slight noise and break it. I watched it cry. ...

When I was a child, the word "grandma" was the warmest and most intimate word in my heart. Reminds me of my grandmother's thin face and her infinite warm and powerful hands. And the long and eager road on a summer night. The road on a summer night is long and dark, and my little heart is deeply afraid. Whenever this happens, grandma will always be calm, like a guide who has no feeling of darkness, leading me in the direction of light, and I will always hold grandma's hand tightly, holding it tightly, like grasping at straws. Grandma comforted me in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's almost home, it's almost home." Every time I hear this sentence and mention my throat, my heart will always stabilize unconsciously. Open your eyes and look forward, hoping to see the light at home at first sight. ...

How many nights, I snuggled up to my grandmother and sucked her unique sweat. Gently lift your little hand and drip the sweat from grandma's nose. I looked up at my loving grandmother and begged her to tell the story of seagulls again. Grandma always grinned, patted me gently and told me the story of seagulls.

"Once upon a time, there were many little seagulls who grew up carefree. Suddenly one day, a little seagull wanted to fly into the sky, so it tried to fly again and again, and finally it flew. Under its guidance, one, two and three seagulls also flew one after another. " I was addicted to this little mouth and asked my grandmother, "Why can one seagull fly and others fly?" Grandma smiled and replied, "Because it guides other seagulls when they grow up." Thinking about grandma's answer. Fall asleep gradually ...

Then I left my grandmother and grew up. The warmth passed on the phone has not decreased at all. But that day, the bad news made me close myself. In order to make me feel better, my parents went back to the road I was afraid of, and the broken house quietly gave me one last look at them. I looked at the rocking chair and remembered the story of seagulls. I see. Grandma is the seagull.

On the way of growing up, grandma took my hand and exchanged her hard work for my growth!

5. Describe the composition of "My Grandma" in detail. My grandma is an amiable old man with ear-length short hair, medium build and chubby appearance. She is also a strict and admirable person. She is very helpful, considerate and has a kind smile. She loves us very much. In our study and life, she can always feel grandma's deep love.

Whenever I come home from school, I can see my grandmother busy in the kitchen, and I can smell the smell of food from a distance. My stomach can't help growling. My grandmother took that delicious dish and said to me kindly, "You must be hungry. Go wash your hands and eat. " "Eat more! And eat more vegetables! " "Ha ha! Grandma knows me best. " I picked up the bowl chopsticks and wolfed them down. Grandma's cooking is the best.

Sometimes I am wronged, or after I criticize my father's' administrative class', she will hold my hand, touch my head, take me into her room, analyze why I criticize my father, tell me the truth of being a man, and let me know to correct my mistakes in time. When the younger brothers and sisters are sad, she will give them appropriate comfort and encouragement, and will take them out for a walk to distract them from their grievances. When we were sad and crying, her actions gave us more strength.

Of course, there is severity behind kindness. Grandma is a principled person. She should have fun when it is time to play, and study hard when it is time to learn. When we make mistakes, she will punish and scold us. I know she is thinking about our future, and sometimes it is not easy to scold us, but I always listen and think, "She is my grandmother, and I want to respect her!" " "So, if you don't want to hear those words, you have to do everything well and do your best, ha ha!

Grandma is also good at dealing with interpersonal relationships. In the garden downstairs of her house, she can often be seen chatting with some old friends, sometimes giving gifts or going to their house for tea. Grandma is also very willing to help others. I remember once in the park, a little boy was separated from his family. When grandma found out, she took them to find it. Finally, she found it under a flower. The little boy's family thanked her very much and made a special trip to visit her home!

Grandma is my spiritual pillar and my life guide. She gave me meticulous care and help in my life and study. I will never forget my grandmother's concern for me. I will cherish her love, respect her and repay her efforts with my practical actions!

6. Grandma's Hand Composition Grandma's Hand

I have seen countless hands, big hands, small hands, delicate hands, rough hands, warm hands, cold hands ... but grandma's hands are very special-warm, white, stacked together, like a lovely pigeon.

Careful observation of grandma's hand, she has two thick and hard calluses on her hand, I think: it must be left by grandma's hard work when she was a teacher! Grandma has many wrinkles on her hands. I think this is the trace of ruthless years carving!

Grandma's hands are very dexterous. Every autumn and winter, grandma is as busy as a bee Grandma always wants to buy a lot of wool, so she picks up the knitting needle and "knits". Every time my brother and I go to my grandmother's house, I will see my grandmother sitting on the sofa all afternoon, knitting wool pants for my brother and me wholeheartedly. From small to large, almost all the woolen pants I wore were knitted by my grandmother herself. These woolen pants kept my brother and I from being cold in that cold winter. Once, grandma's hand was accidentally pricked by a needle and she bled a lot! Grandma wiped the blood with paper, put on a band-aid and began to knit sweaters for my brother and me. I asked, "Grandma, are you in pain?" You lost a lot of blood! "Grandma replied with a smile," ha ha, nothing. As long as I see my lovely grandson dressed warmly, I don't feel distressed at all. " The words sound just fell and grandma went on knitting wool trousers. ...

Grandma's hands are hard-working and she can cook delicious dishes. If my brother and I are going to stay at my grandmother's house, my grandmother will definitely call me and my brother in advance to order. One of grandma's hobbies is to eat delicious food in the restaurant outside. Grandma will savor it carefully, think about how to do it in her heart, and do her own "experiments" when she gets home. Grandma often cooks a big table of delicious food for me. Every time my brother and I eat grandma's cooking, we can't help wolfing it down because grandma's cooking is so delicious!

Grandma's hands have created many wonderful things! I love these hands, and I love my grandmother more!

7. The sentence describing grandma's hands as dry as firewood has thick calluses.

Weathered hands, vicissitudes of life, rough hands, hands that have experienced human sufferings, hands that have been eroded by wind and rain, and hands that have tasted the warmth and coldness of life.

My grandmother is 70 years old, her short hair is covered with frost, her big eyes are deeply sunk, her teeth in her mouth are almost * * *, her rough hands are covered with blood vessels like earthworms, and her weather-beaten face is full of wrinkles, which seems to record her hardships in the past 70 years.

Due to years of hard work, the back of grandma's hand is as rough as the bark of an old pine tree, and it has cracked a series of holes, and several thick calluses have been ground on her palm; The flowing years have mercilessly carved deep wrinkles on her blushing face, but only those eyes are still so divine, even though the corners of her eyes are covered with dense crow's feet. ...

8. Grandma's handwriting is fifty words. Grandma has been caring and loving me sincerely for more than ten years. During this period, the only thing I can't forget is grandma's thinner face, whiter hair and coarser wrinkled hands.

I haven't looked at grandma's busy and tired hands carefully for most of my life.

It was my mother's warm and delicate hands that made me start my first step in life; It was my father's strong hands that taught me to be a man; It was grandpa's big hands covered with cocoons that made me more strong.

Where's grandma's hand? Did it never appear when I was growing up? Don't! Appear in the eyes of family. Silently and selflessly doing the most common and trivial things on weekdays, but these things are just the most important and indispensable, such as cooking, sweeping the floor, feeding chickens and working in the fields. ...

Look back at grandma's hand: the whole hand is almost dry and has lost moisture, and there are some grayish yellow spots on the back of the hand. There is a kind of land color between nails and meat that is difficult to wash off. Maybe only by applying a lot of ointment can your hands be a little shiny, moist and energetic!

At home, the most literate are mom and dad, and the most illiterate is grandma. She doesn't know many words. I remember once asking grandma why you didn't go to school. Grandma told me with a reluctant smile, "it's not that I don't want to, but that my family is too poor and there are many brothers and sisters, so according to the idea at that time, I gave this opportunity to study to the only big brother in my family." Therefore, grandma told me that her hands can give me anything, and the only thing that she can't give is knowledge.

Yes, grandma's hand really gave me a lot. It has given me love, care and help for more than ten years ... in which season will grandma's hand fall asleep?

Now it seems that grandma's hand has proved her contribution. Her hands are weather-beaten, rough and even chapped in winter, but the scars left by carelessness when working in the fields are still faintly visible.

Ah, it was a pair of hard-working and great hands that made such a great grandmother!