The moonlight is dim, and the sky seems to be a piece of white paper stained with ink stains. A few thin stars hang on the paper, and in the distance, a few palace crows fly slowly. The wind kept blowing, as if you could hear the sound of blowing crow feathers. Grandma, it's cold. Go home. I still want to hear your story.
Didn't you often tell me stories that summer night? An old cane chair and a round fan, you always hold me in the yard to enjoy the cool. Fairy, old witch, prince, princess ... you never seem to know enough. We picked banana leaves together, and the big fan at the edge of the sewing cloth shook it gently, shook it, and shook it, and I fell asleep.
At that time, in the afternoon, I always carried a small hoe and went to work in the palm-sized field with you. I shouted, "here comes the monkey!" " Just fiddling with the hoe for a while. Instead of scolding me, you smiled and said, "Slow down, don't hurt yourself." So, I pretended to be beaten, frowned and squeezed out a few tears. What about you? You always fall for it. Pull me and ask, "Where does it hurt?" At this moment, I giggled. Remember your favorite sentence: silly child.
Slowly, I grew up, I am going to primary school, and I am reluctant to leave you. I can only go back on weekends. But you're not angry at all. When I come back, cook my favorite dishes.
Gradually, I am getting old. I'm going to the middle school in the city. I can't go back once for months. You didn't say anything. You are always introverted. I told you on the phone just now: silly boy, don't always miss home, study hard and take care of yourself.
Moonlight, rattan chairs, big fans, small courtyard ... your back is a little gaunt and sparse. I can't go back. Neither can you. In the afternoon, that silly boy and that tough old man will never appear on the field again. Am I growing up too fast, or are you walking too fast? The big fan shakes and shakes, shaking you so far, shaking my childhood so far that I can't reach it anymore. I can't reach the love you gave me.
There is a man with silver hair and curly hair. A pair of round glasses is worn on her nose. Her eyes are sunken, but bright, which makes people look warm and comfortable. She is my dear grandmother.
My grandmother is very kind to me, taking care of my life and caring about my study.
Although grandma is old, her movements are still the same. She often runs around for me, busy before busy, but she does things in an orderly way and makes reasonable arrangements.
Last semester, because my parents were busy at work, I went to take care of my homework every day after school. It's not far from school, but grandma always waits for me after school, rain or shine, sends me safely to the trusteeship, and then rushes home to cook my favorite meals and send them to the trusteeship. Whenever I eat this delicious food with the right temperature, my mind will think of my grandmother walking like a fly, walking several kilometers every day and climbing seven floors several times.
Grandma is also very good at my study!
Every day after school, grandma always asks me, "Rui Rui, are you happy today?" Do you study well? "Grandma is like" 100,000 Why "and keeps asking. Although a little annoyed, I answered truthfully: "Happy, I don't quite understand a math problem, and I haven't finished reciting English words ..."
That's what I do. I truthfully report my study and school life to my grandmother every day, and she manages me with a reward and punishment system. Needless to say, I really ate her! For example, whenever I get all the math problems right, I can watch TV for ten minutes. When my English dictation is correct, I will be rewarded for playing a hand-made game ... but I will never be soft on punishment. If I make a mistake, I will be fined ten times, or jump 500 ropes. I also call it "fitness and slimming" training. I was really convinced by my grandmother! My grades grew up in this kind of provocation!
My grandmother, so old and so hard, is still full of passion after retirement. She often said that to cultivate children from a good family is to cultivate tomorrow for the country. My grandmother really praised you!
Thank you! Grandma, I love you!
There are 7 essays about grandma and 3 essays about xu teacher coming. Shen shouted and ran into the classroom.
In an instant, the whole class returned to their seats at a speed that could not be recognized by the naked eye, pretending to study hard and waiting for xu teacher quietly.
After a while, a figure came towards us. The students buried their heads lower and stared at the topic, as if they would not solve the problem until they died.
"Students" Today I want to tell you a good news.
"This voice? It's teacher Wang. " I suddenly looked up. Yes, standing next to the podium is our lovely grandmother.
The whole class "whoosh" raised their heads, rejoicing, and then turned their heads 180 degrees and stared at Shen maliciously. This is the consequence of lying about military information. ...
"Teacher Wang, what's the good news?" The students asked curiously with their mouths open.
"Your dear" mother "xu teacher will not attend classes at school from today until Saturday, that is to say, from now on, I will be your temporary head teacher.
Oh, oh! "The whole class broke into cheers. ...
"But, you must be obedient, or my grandmother will disown you, a little grandson!"
"Don't worry, Miss Wang," the students rushed to answer. "We will definitely listen to Grandma!"
The old monitor stood up: the whole class stood up, raised their right hands, clenched their fists and took the oath.
Class: From today until Saturday, we will definitely listen to grandma, study hard, study hard, and let grandma take care of us.
Old monitor: After taking the oath, put down your right hand.
"But, only five days?" Teacher Wang asked with a smile.
"No" the students answered loudly.
"So ..."
"Grandma, please rest assured that when you are a student one day, we will listen to your lifelong teachings. We love you not a little! "
Old monitor: All students, get ready to sing:
Listen to grandma, don't let her get hurt, you should grow up quickly to protect her. Beautiful white hair sprouting in happiness, and the magic of angels-warmth and kindness!
Love is the best feeling in the world, and I grew up in the arms of love. My mother often gives me love, my father often gives me love, my teacher often gives me love ... but among countless loves, what moves me most is the love given by my grandmother.
I have lived in my grandmother's house since I was born. Listen to my mother said that when I was a child, I was sickly and very "acting". Besides eating and drinking Lazar, my grandmother accompanied me to the hospital. For me, my grandmother, who taught all her life, quit her job as a teacher and finally fell ill.
The traffic in Shanghai is heavy, and cars are coming and going, which is very unsafe for a pupil. Therefore, from the first grade, parents always take their students home, but in the fourth grade, it is different. We feel that we have grown up and become independent, so many students in our class go home by themselves. I always argue with my grandmother to go home by myself, or I will feel like an adult. Finally, one day, grandma couldn't stand my softness and hardness, and agreed to my request. But that day after school, I saw grandma standing at the school gate waiting for me as usual. I was very angry. Out of the school gate, I walked forward without even looking at my grandmother. When I got home, she kept telling me, but I didn't even listen. I just think she hurt my self-esteem and didn't consider me at all.
When I came home from school the next day, I kept looking at the school gate, but I didn't see my grandmother. I was so happy that I thought I could finally go home by myself. So I skipped to the 6 1 bus stop. When I got on the bus, I turned my head inadvertently and found my grandmother quietly following me. Ah, she did it so as not to hurt my self-esteem!
My eyes are moist, and a warm current comes to my mind. This is my grandmother. She has given me endless love. Looking at my white-haired grandmother, I secretly vowed in my heart: When I grow up, I will love her doubly and repay everything she has done for me!
Grandma, I was brought up by you. At that time, mom and dad were busy at work, and the task of school shuttle fell on your shoulders. You felt sorry for mom and dad and took on all the housework. You are cheerful every day and never scold your parents, let alone me, a naughty egg. Grandma, there is one thing you must have forgotten long ago, but I can always remember it in my heart.
That year, I went to a large kindergarten class. After school, I rushed at you like a calf out of the circle. You staggered a few steps, and you laughed and said I was a crazy girl. As usual, I took down my heavy schoolbag, carried it on my back and walked back with my little hand. Funny me, I don't feel happy. I have to compete with you who runs fast. You shook your head and said you were too old to run. My stubbornness is coming again, pushing you to let you run. Look at me. You run with me. No, your right leg is twisted. You touched it, frowned and continued to compete with me. I don't think this is a problem either. After a game, I feel tired, so I have to pester you to carry me home. You point your finger at my head, pretend to be angry, squat down, and I lie comfortably on your back, arm in arm with your neck. I feel different from before. You are deep and I am shallow, and the sweat falls on my hands. I can't help looking at you, you are quietly panting.
I finally got home. I finished my homework. I want to see what you are doing. I hid behind the door and looked in. I saw you sitting on the bed, holding safflower oil in your hand and touching your ankle. I was surprised to find that your ankle was red and purple. I know you sprained your ankle. I don't know why you walked a mile with more than 50 kilograms of me on your back.
Grandma, that's when I knew you were over 70 years old. Until now, I realized that it was your deep love for me, and the power of love is infinite.
Grandma, although you can't read, you must be very pleased to hear my letter. You will praise others for writing to you, but you will never tell others about your "deeds", ordinary, simple and great grandma!
Grandma, I will miss you forever. Your love makes my heart full of happiness forever!
My grandmother is an amiable old man.
Grandma's big eyes are amazing, her nose is high, her curls are like waterfalls, and she walks with great spirit. I can't see that she is over 60 years old.
Grandma is cheerful and loves to perform. She has participated in various competitions and medals can fill the whole room. Moreover, many costumes and props for performances are purchased by themselves, but grandma and the team members have no complaints. She often laughs and says, "Don't care too much, it will bring happiness to others and make you happy. That's enough. "
Grandma cares more about her family. When my grandmother appeared on the stage of "Brilliant China People" and was fully prepared to compete for the "Brilliant Star" of the season, my grandfather had a stroke. For grandpa, grandma resolutely gave up the dream stage ... after grandpa's stroke, his legs and feet were not flexible, and grandma massaged grandpa three or five times a day to encourage him to walk more and exercise more. With grandma's careful care, grandpa can walk without crutches now. Afterwards, mom asked grandma if she regretted it. Grandma smiled and said, "silly child, what do I regret?" As long as the whole family is healthy and safe, it is more important than anything else! " "In fact, my mother knows that my grandmother is still a little embarrassed.
Grandma loves me very much. I look forward to playing at home every weekend. I always look forward to visiting my grandparents on weekends. Every time I go, grandma will bring me delicious food and fun. When it was time to eat, all my favorite dishes were on the dining table. I ate them rudely, because I knew that the more I ate, the happier my grandmother would be. Sure enough, when I looked up, I saw my grandmother smiling at me.
This is my grandmother, a versatile and caring old man. I feel happy and satisfied to have such a good grandmother.
I have a confused grandmother. Everything she does will make a lot of jokes, and every time she thinks about it, she will laugh all over the floor.
My grandma! I am 73 years old, with gray hair and bad eyes. When walking, I can't tell my steps clearly. It's very peaceful. My mother and I must hold her so that she won't fall. My ears are not good. Once, I said to her, "Grandma, I made you a cup of tea." Grandma said, "What did you say?" I said, "I made you a cup of tea." Grandma said, "Ah! What are you talking about? " I was so angry that I couldn't laugh or cry, and my parents were in a good mood. Besides, she can't read and can't even recognize her name. She still forgot everything. My mother and I told her several times before she remembered.
I remember once, my mother and I went to the classroom, and my grandmother went for a walk outside the community alone. My mother was worried that grandma had not come home yet, so she called her. As a result, the grandmother at the other end of the phone said indignantly, "I opened the door all morning and haven't opened it yet." My mother was shocked and thought she had lost her grandmother. She rushed out of the classroom like I was crazy and went upstairs to find her.
When we arrived at the door, we found no one in the corridor. My mother called my grandmother again. My mother said anxiously, "There is a sign with the floor number written at the door of the elevator. What does it say? " Grandma said indignantly, "I don't know. It seems to be two ducklings. " After listening to grandma's words, I was puzzled. My mother stood there for a while and suddenly said, "I know!" Your grandmother must be on the 22nd floor! " I also cheered happily. My mother and I took the elevator to the 22nd floor, only to find my grandmother standing there pitifully, as if to hold us and cry.
Grandma is such a person who makes people laugh and cry. Although she did a lot of stupid things, she gave us a lot of happiness. I love grandma's stupid things, and I love grandma who loves stupid things more.