The white-haired grandmother still remembers her old age. She often wears a loving smile on her face. She is ready to help others, and her neighbors praise her kindness. The following is my junior high school composition about my grandmother, I hope you like it!

My grandmother is resolute and resolute, as tenacious as a grass in the countryside. No one thought that such a person who seldom touches a cold would fall down one day.

It was an ordinary summer day. Fierce weather is baking the earth, cicadas keep barking, and people stay at home to enjoy the cool. Because my uncle's tuition has not been settled, my strong grandmother has been working in the dark every morning for half a year, and even forgot to eat breakfast. The iron plate can't stand such fatigue. On this day, grandma suddenly fainted in Tiantou. When I entered the hospital, it turned out to be stomach cancer. My grandfather and mother immediately transferred my grandmother to Nantong Hospital.

About three weeks later, grandma came back after the operation. Oh, my God! People in bed are not like people, and ghosts are not like ghosts. Is that old woman really my grandmother? That black hair has "disappeared" and is as short as a thorn; The cheeks are sunken, the ruddy face is sallow, and the eyes are expressionless. She curled up in bed like a helpless child. How can she be like that woman with a round figure and a gust of wind?

Poor grandma can't even walk, even the most basic self-care, and she has become a veritable paper woman. According to my mother, my grandmother's stomach has been removed by three quarters, and the incision hurts so much that I can't sleep for several nights after operation. But even so, grandma will never moan. She was afraid that she would wake her family. Every time the pain is unbearable, I grab my clothes and cover my mouth. Every day at dawn, she can fall asleep in a daze. With the gradual recovery of the wound, the scar itches like a million ants gnawing at a bone. But grandma didn't say anything, just went on. Hearing this, I burst into tears. "Grandma, you are too strong!" "

After about a year, grandma's condition gradually improved, but she still couldn't go to the fields. 12 months, she stayed indoors and spent most of her time lying in bed alone. When winter goes and spring comes, I can't imagine how lonely and lonely my busy grandmother is when she can't see spring flowers, Xia Shu, autumn moon and winter snow.

Nevertheless, she never complains. Every time we go to see her, she always comforts us. My respectable grandmother always thinks of her children and doesn't want to affect her children's work and study because of herself. My grandmother, how did you get through the long night and the blank day by day?

In this way, my dear grandmother struggled with the disease for more than two years, and finally stood up again with tenacious perseverance and love for life. On the day when she stood up again, she walked out of the door like a child and opened her arms to the blue sky-she once again embraced life, the sun and the blue sky!

My grandmother is not simple. She gave us selfless love.

My grandma is omnipotent. A piece of cardboard, under grandma's skillful hand, became a pen container. Bags of vegetables, after grandma's superb cooking, have become brightly colored and delicious dishes on the table. Fragile flowers bloom beautifully under the careful cultivation of my grandmother ... My grandmother is very capable and has rich common sense of life.

Grandma in my eyes is studious. Born in the war years, she dropped out of school soon after she entered primary school. She didn't know a few words, but she still insisted on reading newspapers every day. There are so many words in the newspaper that she wears reading glasses and looks very tired. I saw her laying the newspaper flat on one thigh and a thick dictionary on the other. A ray of dazzling sunshine came, and I saw the sweat on grandma's head. These sweats condensed the hardships of my grandmother's reading and writing newspapers, and her studious spirit overcame all kinds of difficulties. I think we can show the old and studious quality from my grandmother, but we are in the prime of life and the golden age of studying, so we should learn from her studious quality.

Grandma in my eyes is still hardworking. Early in the morning, it is already dawn. When the east was foaming at the mouth, grandma had quietly gone out to buy food with a vegetable basket. When she came back, she cooked a delicious breakfast for us in a hurry. After she is busy, she needs to water the flowers. My grandmother, busy in front of and behind the house, works tirelessly and silently. Year after year, day after day, grandma's hands have long been calloused.

In my eyes, everything grandma does for us is full of love. She doesn't want to be paid, as long as we are happy. We juniors occasionally say things like "hard work" and "thank you", but what we do is insignificant compared with grandma's efforts. Here, I want to sincerely say to my grandmother, "Thank you." My grandma is versatile, studious, hardworking and simple. This grandmother is not simple and gives us too much love.

Everyone has someone to thank, and I am no exception. I also need to thank many people in my heart, thank the teacher for teaching me knowledge and how to be grateful; Thanks to the doctor for relieving my pain and giving me health and happiness. However, I am most grateful to my grandparents.

My grandparents get up at 5: 00 every morning to make breakfast for me, wake me up at 6: 30 and send me to school after breakfast, but they always send me to school before breakfast. Do you know what they were doing when I was at school? They are doing housework: mopping the floor, wiping the table, washing clothes, buying food ... housework seems endless. Grandpa still picks me up from school early every afternoon and never lets me wait for him. Grandma cooks at home and washes clothes at night. ...

These things are just ordinary things they do every day. The following thing can prove how much they love me:

This summer vacation, my grandparents went to Xinjiang to play. Xinjiang is where they have lived for decades. There are many old comrades, relatives and friends there. They originally planned to stay in Xinjiang for a few more days. However, I will start school on September 1. In order to come back and pick me up, they rushed to the railway station to buy tickets. However, the berth tickets they came back have been sold out. Grandpa actually said, "It's for me." You know, it takes two days and two nights to get to Changzhou by train from Xinjiang! Even ordinary young people will suffer from backache, not to mention being over 60 years old. Fortunately, with the help of relatives and friends, I bought a berth ticket and came back on August 3 1. Grandparents brought back many Xinjiang specialties: fresh grapes, raisins, cantaloupes and so on. These heavy things left a deep scar on my grandfather's shoulder. It stands to reason that these specialties brought back from Xinjiang all the way should be for them, or most of them are for them, but my grandparents are reluctant to eat them, and most of them are for me. ...

Here, I must say to my grandparents: "You have done too much for me, and you have worked hard! I must thank you and I will repay you when I grow up! "

She has a kind heart. Every time I see the drizzle outside the window, I think of her face. ...

When I was a child, I liked to go to my grandmother's house. Of course, the reason is to play and eat.

Whenever I go to my grandmother's house, my cousins will come around to play with me and make me feel happy from loneliness. At noon, grandma will cook a good table to comfort me. These dishes are all my favorites: braised chicken wings, fried squid, braised ribs … It makes my mouth water.

One night, I spent the night at my grandmother's house. In the middle of the night, the bright moon in the sky is covered by dark clouds, and the stars seem to be playing hide-and-seek with us and disappearing into the night sky. Suddenly, lightning flashed across a white arc in the air and woke me up in my sleep.

After waking up, I sat on the bed indifferently, at a loss: where am I? Where's mom? Suddenly another flash of lightning scared me silly. I was so scared that I began to cry and woke up my grandmother who was sleeping on the side. Grandma saw me crying, sat up and hugged me, patted me on the back and kept saying, "I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, I have a grandmother." Then I took out a paper towel from the bedside table to wipe the tears on my face, and finally asked me what was wrong. "Beibei, what's the matter with you? Did you have a nightmare? " Grandma asked with concern. I shook my head and stammered, "Mom ... Mom ..." Then another flash of lightning flashed through the air. I looked out of the window and cried even louder. Grandma looked at me and said, "go to sleep, go to sleep, and you will see your mother when you fall asleep." There is no lightning in your dream, only the moon and stars ... "

Slowly, I fell asleep and the drizzle outside the window turned into a lullaby. In the morning, the rain outside the window stopped. I'm awake. I woke up and saw it. It turned out that I slept on my pillow with my grandmother last night, pressing her, and her grandmother sat and slept all night. I am very happy to see grandma so nervous and so painful. I think: My grandma loves me more than my parents. When I grow up, I will honor my grandmother.

I like grandma, so I like to go to grandma's house. Because it won't be so lonely at grandma's house, someone will play with me; Grandma has my favorite dishes; Grandma's family is more loving. I like my grandmother better too.

On a white melon face, there are a pair of black eyes covered by a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and a round nose, which seems to be unable to bear the pressure of glasses. This person is my dearest grandmother.

Grandma is very hardworking. Once, I did my homework at home. As soon as my grandmother came in, she shouted, "The floor is really dirty! I have to fight again! " Say that finish, grandma rolled up her sleeves, took off her shoes, and quickly walked into the storage room to prepare for the "dust-removing war".

Holding a broom and dustpan angrily, she was ready to "fight" from the storage room. Holding a broom in one hand and a dustpan in the other, she bent down and looked around carefully. When she sees the dust or rubbish on the ground, she sweeps them out and puts them in the dustpan. With her efforts, after a few minutes, the room was as good as new. Grandma still didn't relax, picked up the wet mop from the bathroom and waved her hands desperately. At this time, the bean-sized sweat oozed from her forehead ... After a long time, grandma finally swept the floor with a bright smile on her face. I asked my grandmother lovingly, "Aren't you tired?" She said brightly: "Not tired, working is actually exercising!" "

Grandma is not only hardworking, but also loves me very much. I remember one day, my grandfather was not at home, and she took care of my brother and me alone. Grandma coaxed my brother first, and then carried him to the car before she could send me to school. Not long after I got to school, it suddenly became dark, with strong winds and heavy rain. School is finally over, and the heavy rain has not stopped, but it is getting worse. I thought to myself: oh, no, grandma has to take care of her brother. I'm afraid I have to go home in the rain! So I wandered around the door of the classroom in frustration. At this moment, I suddenly saw my grandmother struggling to hold my brother and wearing a raincoat to pick me up. But also gave my brother a "full set of armed forces" and came straight at me. Great! I smiled, my heart was warm, and I rushed to my grandmother and said gratefully, "Thank you! Grandma! " Grandma also smiled and said, "I can't let you go home wet!" " "Say that finish, take me home.

This is my hardworking and loving grandmother. Although she is a little old, I love her. I will honor her when I grow up!

In everyone's life, there are people who work for you silently, work hard, and even be ordered by you like slaves, but they still help you without complaining. The person in my life is-grandma.

Grandma has a wrinkled face, bright eyes embedded under her curved eyebrows, and a slightly purple mouth under her small nose. Because I am old, my legs and feet are not very neat. If I walk too much, it will swell and hurt. Grandma loves me very much. Whatever I want, she will follow me, follow me.

I remember it was a Saturday with heavy rain. Raindrops the size of peas fell from the sky and hit the window. There is a program about mango on TV, which makes my mouth water. I said to my grandmother, "Grandma, I want to eat mango." "Baby, it's raining hard outside, and grandma's feet are swollen. She walks like a needle. Can I buy it next time? " I said, "no, no, I just want to eat now!" " ""all right, then. " Grandma put on a black coat slowly, took an old umbrella and hobbled out.

I don't know how long it took, but grandma came back with a bag of mangoes. Her coat was almost soaked, and her white hair stood out in the light. I seem to see grandma limping down the stairs, holding the handrail in one hand and the umbrella in the other, which is very difficult. My tears burst out at once, holding my grandmother and crying: "Grandma, I'm sorry! I don't want you to buy anything in the future, you have a good rest. " Grandma stroked my head and said lovingly, "silly child, don't cry." Grandma didn't try to do this. " You are grandma's baby. As long as you are happy, grandma is happy. ""Grandma ... "

My grandmother is really a caring person! From then on, I secretly promised: Grandma, I will take good care of you in the future and repay your love for me!

I was so happy when I heard that I was going to grandma's house yesterday. Because I haven't seen my grandma for a long time, I miss her very much. Grandma's small pond is my favorite place to fish. At grandma's house, I can go up the mountain with my cousin to catch crickets and grasshoppers.

My grandmother is a native of the countryside. She is seventy years old this year. Gray hair looks more and more energetic; There are deep wrinkles on the khaki face; A pair of big hands are covered with thick calluses, and she doesn't feel pain when she gently strokes with a knife!

Grandma is very hardworking. When I was in the countryside, I was busy from morning till night, either weeding in the fields, chopping wood in the mountains or feeding pigs and chickens at home. Once, I went to my grandmother's house and saw a man calling me from a distance with a load of firewood. who is it? The sound is so familiar, I thought. Looking closer, it turned out to be my grandmother. I never thought that an old man in his late seventies could walk at such a brisk pace. My mother and I are almost in tears. Grandma said happily, "I heard that you like to eat pot porridge made of firewood." Today is great. " Eating a delicious pot of porridge made by grandma with firewood makes me happy and sad. Grandma is always very busy when she comes to live in my house. She cleans the house and public stairs every day. Neighbors say my grandmother has become a volunteer cleaner.

Although grandma didn't study, she was very reasonable and sometimes said some famous words. I always remember what she said: "the boat never leaves its hand, and the play never leaves its mouth." Whenever I don't want to practice erhu, whenever I don't want to study, I will think of grandma's words. She also said that people should be honest and care about people who are weaker than themselves. These have a great influence on me.

Grandma likes me very much and even dotes on me a little. Listen to my mother, when I was born, my grandmother hugged me day and night. When I cry, grandma always sings that sweet music, which makes me slowly enter the sweet dream land. I'm so old now, every time I go back to my hometown, my grandmother always hugs me and says it's to see if I've gained weight. Whenever my grandmother struggled to run to me, I felt very happy.

Now, when I grow up, my mother and I have come to the countryside again. Breathing the fresh air, bathing in the warm sunshine, listening to the crisp crows, stepping on the muddy path, looking at the blue sky, thinking about the interesting things between grandma and me. Unconsciously, I accelerated the pace of going home. ...