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Write a composition with grandma as the topic

1. No less than 800 words should be written on the topic of thanking grandma. Everyone's growth is inseparable from the care of their parents and relatives, and I am no exception.

My mother is a strong woman. He took me back to my grandmother's house and started working when I had one hundred days left.

Mom and grandma have opened a supermarket for many years. My mother is a person who only cares about work. My mother takes care of me while working.

Every day at the busiest time of work, my mother will let me sleep alone and take care of me after I finish my work. This situation was ok eight months ago, because I couldn't walk yet, but when I could stand alone and even walk slowly with objects, trouble came. Is there any trouble? Because I will grope for it myself! What should I do if I am in danger? For example: things that can't be eaten, electricity, boiling water and so on! I am worried about my mother and grandmother. what can I do? Grandma said: "it can't be so bitter, or children are important!" Forget it, I still take the children! " In this way, every day during the rush hour, grandma carries me on her back with a long wool scarf and takes care of me while working.

That's how I grew up on grandma's back. I thank my grandmother, who brought me up. Now I am ten years old.

Every time I see that wool scarf, I think of my growth. Now my grandmother's hair is gray. I call my grandmother at least once a week and care about her grandfather. They are also particularly concerned about my study. Every time I count to the day of the exam, I will call and tell me to do well in the exam, and I will not forget to call my mother to answer the phone and repeatedly tell her not to hit me if she doesn't do well in the exam.

There is another sentence that touched me the most, that is: A Bing is always the best in her heart! Every time grandma comes to my house, I can't bear to leave. Looking at the back of her departure, my tears always flow heartily. It's like water opens the floodgates.

Grandma will get carsick by car, so she can only take the bus. Every time I send her away, I will wait for the ordinary bus, because air-conditioned cars are boring and prone to carsickness. It is often said that whoever brings up a child will kiss him, which is true. I am grandma's closest relative! I love my grandmother from the bottom of my heart and thank her.

I hope my grandparents will be healthy and get younger as they live.

I have read such a touching story about writing a composition about caring for the elderly. There is an old couple who are poor and have no children. Both of them work in a restaurant from 7 to 20 every day. Their wages add up to less than 25 yuan's money. Although they are poor, they are also happy and helpful. However, an accident changed everything for them. One day, on their way to work, the couple saw a bamboo basket in the stream. It turned out to be a lovely baby. The couple knew that the child must have been abandoned by cruel parents and looked at the child at a loss. If you raise this child, you will face the biggest problem-poverty, but they can't bear to watch this innocent child freeze to death or starve to death here, and their hearts are extremely contradictory. Finally, compassion overcomes themselves. They adopted the child and decided to raise her. Under the careful care of the couple, the child grew up day by day. In order to get him a good education, the couple donated blood, extended working hours, saved money ... and gave everything for their children. Many years later, her husband was much thinner and his hair was gray. My wife is very ill because of overwork and malnutrition. Before she died, the wife asked her husband, "Do you regret what we did?" "No regrets! Because we are happy! " The husband replied categorically, and after listening to his words, his wife died with a bright smile on her face. What a nice old man! Her life is hard and ordinary, but it is great. The children lived up to expectations, were admitted to key universities and became useful talents. How many respectable and lovely old people are there in China? They eat grass and milk. It is with these ordinary old people that the world becomes full of vitality.

Ah, old man! When you were young, you fought bravely, made selfless dedication and worked hard, and made great contributions to the motherland. When you are old, you are still doing your best to support, help and care for us. Ah, old man! You are as warm as the spring breeze, as bright as the summer sunshine, as red as the maple leaves in autumn and as pure as the snowflakes in winter. Old man! A flame that never goes out!

Respecting the elderly is the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. A nation that does not respect the elderly is a hopeless nation, and a country that does not respect the elderly is a hopeless country. The elderly are not a burden, but a cornucopia of concern and respect from the whole society. References:

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3. Apozhai Composition Today, our family went to Apozhai to play by car, and the excitement was hard to hide.

After nearly three hours' drive, we finally arrived at Apozhai. I just saw Apozhai on my mobile phone some time ago, but when the real Apozhai appeared in front of me, I couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

Be shocked by its beauty and grandeur. Before we came to the steps, many pictures of plants were carved on both sides of the steps, and each picture was different.

Go on, and you will see several striking Chinese characters "Leida Yinsi" in front of Yinsi, including Tang Priest, Pig Bajie, Bai, the Monkey King and Friar Sand. When you enter the gate, you will find the stairs. Go on, and when you get to the exit, you will see all kinds of bodhisattvas in Journey to the West, which makes people worship Buddha.

Keep walking, just like in the "pine world", a piece of green comes into view. Walking along the path, you will see a jade-like stream with short cylindrical wood in the middle.

When we followed the crowd and saw the majestic mountain peak standing in front of us, we reached the top of the mountain unconsciously. Although we were exhausted, we didn't give up.

After walking for a long time, when I had to stop to rest, I saw a long line of people. I looked up and saw that it was a glass stall. We hurried to queue up, put on non-slip shoe covers and set foot on the road in front of the glass station.

I looked down and saw the cliffs below, making my legs weak with fear. Slowly, we passed the glass station road and walked down the hill. This trip is so interesting that I will never forget it.

4. Write a composition on the topic of help.

At home, I am a child who loves work. Dad was cleaning the room. I said, "Dad, let me help you." Mom was washing vegetables, and I said, "I'll do it." But as a result, parents often complain bitterly: "You, the more you help, the busier you are!" "No, not again! My mother and I are going to my grandmother's house for dinner. As soon as I walked out of the house, I saw clothes hanging on the rope! I went up to my mother and said, "Mom, give me this task. "My mother was so happy that she praised me:" Weiwei has grown up! Weiwei has grown up! "I'm happy to hum music and collect clothes. That's many clothes. Look at me, I'm extremely powerful and have extraordinary skills! I took two, hung them around my neck, took three, hung them on my right arm, and three hung them on my left arm. Once the eight-piece dress is made, my mother will praise me. I walked excitedly. No, two clothes fell off the floor. I quickly picked up my clothes. Alas, the clothes are covered with mud. Mom saw it and said, "Oh, you're not helping. "It's all my fault, I am eager for success, not careful, so I can't do things well. Children, don't imitate me!

5. Writing reference on filial piety:

Filial piety comes first (word count: 522)

Filial piety! Chinese virtues handed down from generation to generation can still shine after so many years of ups and downs. However, it seems to have faded away in today's society!

Nowadays, it is not uncommon for young people to concentrate on studying, fighting and playing truant. Yes, regardless of the hard work of parents, when I got home, my mother didn't like her cooking. She grabbed the bowl and threw it underground. She stamped her foot and pointed at her parents' noses, and all the ugly words popped out! Some Internet cafes are "big landlords" who sit for a day or two without eating or drinking, let alone going home! Let parents worry and fret at home. Finally, they had to wait for their parents to invite them home again and again. Sometimes they wear out their mouths. Finally, I was scolded by the child and hit my head with ash. Yes, they spend money like water and regard this habit as a sign of luxury. I often don't go home, but good words from my parents go in one ear and out the other. After a day or two, it disappeared again, and after three days, I called for money and made trouble for a long time. Alas, it's really "poverty leads to change"!

Has this eternal Chinese virtue been "conquered" by young people? Oh, no, we can't forget the kindness our parents gave us! But how much love the grass has, and I got three rays of spring! Although we don't have billions of dollars to give to our parents, we can send a bunch of flowers; Although we don't have a luxury car to take our parents out for a trip, we can hold their hands and walk with them ... In fact, their requirements are not high, they just need a little warmth. We should try our best to be filial to them!

Friends, ask yourself: filial piety, have you done it?

6. Write a 600-word composition on the topic of filial piety or gratitude. Therefore, the daughters-in-law in the village often spit on the woman, and some daughters-in-law even went forward and told her to "go away." But she just wouldn't go, still giggling and wandering around the village.

At that time, my father was 35 years old. He used to work in a quarry, and his left hand was interrupted by a machine. Because his family is poor, he has never married a wife.

Grandma saw that the woman still had some beauty, so she moved her mind and decided to accept her as my father's daughter-in-law and "continue to burn incense" for my family. Although my father was reluctant, he looked at the situation at home and gritted his teeth and agreed.

As a result, my father became the groom without spending a penny. Although my mother's breasts are swollen badly, I can't eat half of my mother's milk. When my mother gave birth to me, my grandmother hugged me with a few teeth left and said happily, "This crazy woman gave birth to a grandson with a handle."

However, when I was born, my grandmother took me away and never let my mother near me. My mother always wanted to hug me and repeatedly shouted "Come, give it to me ..." Grandma ignored her.

I am so small, like a meat toot. What if my mother accidentally dropped me on the ground? After all, mom is crazy. Whenever my mother asks for a hug, grandma always stares at her and tells her, "Don't try to hug the baby, I won't give it to you."

If I find you hugging him secretly, I will kill you. Even if I don't kill you, I will kick you out. "

Grandma didn't mean anything vague when she said this. Mom understood, her face was full of fear, and she just looked at me from a distance every time.

Although my mother's breasts are swollen badly, I can't eat half of my mother's milk. My grandmother feeds me spoon by spoon. Grandma said that there was a "psycho" in my mother's milk, so it would be troublesome to infect me.

At that time, my family was still struggling in the quagmire of poverty Especially after adding mom and me.

Grandma decided to get rid of her mother because she not only ate idle meals at home, but also made trouble from time to time. One day, grandma cooked a big pot of rice and added a big bowl to her mother. She said, "Daughter-in-law, this family is too poor. My mother-in-law is sorry for you.

After you finish this bowl of rice, go live with a richer family and don't come here again, huh? "Niang just pulled a big meal in her mouth and was surprised to hear grandma's marching orders. A big meal stagnated in her mouth. My mother looked at me in my grandmother's arms and muttered, "No, don't ..." Grandma suddenly lowered her face, took out a dignified paternalistic style and shouted sharply, "You crazy bitch, why are you so stubborn? There will be no good fruit to eat if you go down.

You've been wandering around. I have taken you in for two years. What do you want? Just leave after dinner, you hear me? "Say that finish grandma took out a hoe from behind the door, like Long Touzhang in her taijun with a knock on the ground," dong "a sound. Niang was startled, looked at her mother-in-law timidly, and slowly lowered her head to look at the rice bowl in front of her. Tears fell on glistening rice.

Under grandma's stare, my mother suddenly had a strange behavior. She gave more than half of the rice in one bowl to another empty bowl, and then looked at her grandmother piteously. Grandma froze. It turned out that Niang told her that she only ate half a bowl of rice for every meal, just begging not to drive her away.

Grandma's heart seems to have been severely pulled a few times. Grandma is also a woman, and her tough attitude is also fake. Grandma didn't go too far. She held back her tears and said with a straight face, "Eat, eat and go."

Niang seems desperate, even didn't eat half a bowl of rice, stumbled out of the door, but stood in front of the door for a long time. Grandma hardened her heart and said, "Go, go and don't look back."

Instead, my mother came over and put her hand into her mother-in-law's arms. It turns out that mom wants to hug me. Grandma hesitated, but still gave me to her mother as a baby.

My mother held me in her arms for the first time, and she smiled brightly. But grandma put her hand under me, for fear that my mother's madness would throw me away like garbage.

My mother held me for less than three minutes, and my grandmother couldn't wait to pull me away, then turned and closed the door. The communication between us is mainly based on my "roar", and my mother never dares to talk back. When I was ignorant, I discovered that all my friends had mothers except me.

I asked my father, and I also asked my grandmother. They said, your mother is dead. But my little friend told me, "Your mother is crazy and your grandmother drove her away."

I asked my grandmother to give my mother back to me, called her "grandma wolf", and even spilled the rice she brought me all over the floor. At that time, I didn't have the concept of "crazy", but I missed her very much. What does she look like? Still alive? Unexpectedly, when I was 6 years old, my mother who had been away from home for 5 years actually came back.

That day, several friends flew in and reported, "Xiaoshu, go and see, your mother is back, and your crazy mother is back." I ran out happily, and my father and grandmother followed me.

This is the first time I have seen my mother since I can remember. She is still in rags, and there are some yellow grass clippings in her hair. God knows which haystack she spent the night in.

My mother was afraid to enter the house, just facing my house, sitting on the stone pile in the rice field in front of the village, holding a dirty balloon in her hand. When I stood in front of her with a group of friends, she was eager to find her son among us.

Mom finally stared at me, staring at me, grinning and calling me, "Little tree … ball … ball!" " "She stood up, kept raising the balloon in her hand and threw herself into my arms please. I keep retreating.

I'm disappointed. I didn't expect my mother, whom I miss day and night, to look like this. A little friend said, "Xiaoshu, do you know what crazy people are like now?" Just like your mother. "

I said angrily to my little friend, "She is your mother! Your mother is crazy, your mother is like this. " I turned my head and ran.

I don't want this crazy mother. Grandma and dad led the mother into the door.

At that time, after grandma kicked her mother out, her conscience was tortured. With the aging day by day, her heart couldn't harden any more, so she left her mother voluntarily, and my boss didn't like it either, because she lost my face. I've never been nice to my mother.

7. Write a composition on the topic of "Alas". Every time you hear the word "floral fragrance", your face will turn red and you will feel a sense of regret. On this day, I sat at my desk and did my homework. Suddenly, waves of attractive flowers came from the window. I was attracted by the fragrance of flowers to my grandmother's yard next door. Wow! The small yard is full of bright flowers: beautiful and lovely cuckoo with pink face and shy smile; A string of bright red flowers has blossomed pink ... the purple flowers of snakes are set against bright green leaves, which are dazzling. Among the hundreds of flowers, one pot of jasmine is the most beautiful. You see: it is in bud, with white leaves and delicate petals slightly open, emitting a delicate fragrance. Look at this lovely jasmine, why don't you ... Oh, I can't. This is the fruit of my grandmother's labor, and I can't pick it. But there's nothing wrong with picking one. After planting, I can pay my grandmother a few more. I looked around and there was no one there, haha! God really helped me. Shh, quietly, quietly, before I came to this potted flower, I was about to reach for it. At this time, there was a "plop" behind me. I quickly stepped back and turned around. It was a wild cat. Well, I'm relieved. Finally, I reached out my trembling hand and squeezed a fragrant jasmine flower. Put the flowers in my pocket quickly. Pick a few more. One, two ... I picked five altogether. I had a guilty conscience and left my grandmother's house in a hurry. When I got home, I put five jasmine flowers in the vase and closed the door. The whole room was full of flowers, and I danced happily. "What smells so good?" Mom asked. I went up to her and said, "I, I ... no, nothing." "It's like the smell of jasmine. You, did you steal the flowers from grandma's house next door? " Mine? Suddenly, my face turned red and white, and I was deaf. "Jasmine is carefully cultivated by grandma. How can you take away the fruits of grandma's labor? This is wrong, you know? " Mother's face became serious. What should I do? I'm sorry. I apologize to grandma. If I don't go, I'm afraid grandma will say I'm a dishonest child. A few days later, I was going to my grandmother's house to apologize, but she moved away. Now, I can only use regret to wash away my mistakes. Oh, I really shouldn't.

8. Write a composition of not less than 600 words on the topic of "calling".

Love-the most beautiful emotion in the world-inscription

I remember seeing that touching scene in a recent visit. Cars are good, people are remembering. ...

There are passengers of all ages, men and women, on that ordinary bus. My eyes only jump with the scenery passing by the window, and my heart has already gone with the wind.

A few young people in the carriage are so chic, and the cigarettes in their hands are also arrogant. A thick layer of purple smoke filled the air, which immediately made people's throats tighten, followed by several coughs, and their joy was immediately extinguished. A long time later, there was just one more passenger on the bus-an old lady who looked over 70 years old, with white hair and blue veins on her hands, dressed extremely simply and looked embarrassed. My eyes are still staring out of the window, my heart is still empty, and there is no idea about this old woman in my mind-even a little sympathy, a little pity. The problem is that all the seats in the car are occupied by others, and there is almost no big place for her to sit except the ground. I know she's embarrassed-she's got black eyebrows.

When all this was about to come to a permanent deadlock, she finally broke the silence-it was a girl my age. Without saying anything, she politely asked the driver's uncle for a newspaper, put it on the ground, and then let grandma sit in the car seat while herself sat on the ground. I looked at the girl-her expression didn't change, but she was still carefree. Looking at the old woman again, I can feel that her sunken eyes are full of gratitude. ...

All this completely shocked me. I am the same girl as her in youth, but she can do it, but I can't! I always thought that kindness would not be so ordinary, but the fact tells me that love is the most ordinary, simple and noble! This time, I learned an education from my own eyes. If everyone had that girl's heart of gold, there would be no darkness in the world. ...

Let's call for love: "Let the world be full of love!"

9. Write a composition on the topic of affection. Unforgettable affection. There are many small fish in my heart, which constitute my unforgettable affection, but my most unforgettable affection is the golden goldfish ... I remember that when I was in the third grade, I went to school just after the New Year, and my classmates talked happily about the beautiful scenery of spring, but I felt bad.

Because I go to school in the cold spring, my teeth tremble with cold in the morning. The whole class said, "Look, her lips are blue."

After several classes, I got home very uncomfortable and fell asleep in bed. I heard a familiar voice in my sleep, "Get up! Xiao Yan! " I woke up and saw my mother.

I said, "I seem to have a fever." My mother quickly measured me with a thermometer, and my "temperature was 40 degrees" and my mother immediately became nervous.

I called the class teacher to ask for leave, and then my mother hurriedly picked up a cup and gave me water to drink antipyretic. I found out carefully that there was sweat on my mother's forehead. I think, mom, this must be urgent. I must get sick early.

Log on to the composition network, and you can also contribute. I don't know how to keep a high fever. I drank the medicine and sweated. My mother is busy changing towels to wipe my back. I was so busy at noon that I couldn't even eat. I fell asleep again ... I felt my mother went to the hospital behind my back.

Unexpectedly, I was hospitalized for a week and four days. Log on to the composition network, and you can also contribute.

Every day I open my eyes and see my mother by my side. When I got well, I found that my mother's eyes were dark and her silver hair was a little bit more ... My parents seemed to write essays about their mothers from childhood, describing their gentleness, kindness and love.

We always intentionally or unintentionally ignore another person who is equally important to our lives-father. A father's love for his children is always reserved. He doesn't like to talk about love like his mother. He just expressed it with actions.

When I grew up, I met some people and things. I began to get to know my father with the idea of getting rich. More and more, I feel that every father has a warm heart and gives his children 100% affection, no matter how much pressure they are under. Xiao Qiao and Aqiao are my good friends, so I got to know their father vaguely.

Ying is the happiest of the three of us. At least she has a very complete family. Jane's father married a northern woman in the educated youth era and settled there.

My father is a university professor, a typical intellectual-gentle, without desire or desire. To this end, Jane often says that her mother is not worthy of her father, and she never hides her admiration for her father.

So I always laughed at her deep love for her father. Every Wednesday, when his father comes to visit the school, Jane always walks around the campus holding his father's arm, chatting and kissing his father's cheek before leaving.

This is hard for me to imagine. I don't know which fortune-telling book I read. She said that if she could receive a silver ring from a boy on her birthday this year, she would be happy all her life.

She really wore a ring at the birthday party, which was very delicate. Aqiao proudly told Xiao Qiao and me that my father bought it with his own private money when he went to Beijing to see friends, but my mother didn't know.

At that moment, I was in a trance. I imagine that a middle-aged man may be too poor to buy a gold-plated ring for his new wife 20 years ago, but 20 years later he will wander in front of the gold and silver jewelry counter and carefully select it just to satisfy his daughter's childlike desire. I can imagine Jane's father sitting on the train. He has no money to buy gifts for others except a ring he wears. However, there is no anxiety in his heart that will be blamed by his wife, because he protects his daughter from even a trivial sense of loss.

This is enough to make Aqiao proud and move me. At this time, Xiao Qiao said with a smile, Aqiao is still like a child.

I understand Xiao Qiao's feelings when he said this. She is undoubtedly the most precocious of the three of us. Xiao Qiao's mother's sudden death in junior high school hit her hard and hurt her forever.

But Xiao Qiao is stronger than anyone thought, which may be influenced by his father who was born in the army. Xiao Qiao's family style is very strict. His father always disciplines Xiao Qiao by running the army, and demands Xiao Qiao by the standards of boys, sometimes even unkind.

For example, after mom died, dad didn't even allow Xiao Qiao to wear black sleeves. It sounds cruel, but it does help Xiao Qiao get out of his grief as soon as possible.

Xiao Qiao said that she always remembers what her father said to her-the best memory of the living for the dead is to live well. Every time I think of my mother, she will think of this sentence at the same time.

Xiao Qiao still has no stepmother. In fact, she doesn't object to her father's remarriage, but her father doesn't seem to have any plans to have a second wife. I have read some articles about the stress of middle-aged people in the newspaper. I understand that after entering the age of no doubt, there will be a lot of confusion. The stress of work and mental loneliness can make people breathless. In addition, his wife died and his daughter lived on campus. I don't know how Xiao Qiao's father endures the lifeless loneliness in the house after coming home from work every day, so that his daughter won't be hurt at all.

After listening to their stories, I can't help thinking of myself. If Joe is her father who worships her and Joe is her father who fears, then I can only have deep pity for my father.

Yes, unfortunately. Father is the kind of person who has little education and little money.

Family may be his last spiritual sustenance, but only a year ago, this only sustenance also fell apart. I have vaguely heard some stories about my parents when they were young-at that time, my parents almost died because of my grandmother's resolute opposition, so I believe that my parents really loved each other at that time, so I can fully understand how deeply my mother felt for my father after choosing the lifestyle she wanted. For this reason, I stayed with my father and didn't want to see the end of his painstaking 20-year separation. Then,

But over the past year, my relationship with my father has not been very harmonious because we live alone. In the final analysis, it is still for the word "money".

After my mother left, there was not much money left at home, and my father didn't have much salary.

10. Write a composition on the topic of hope, time and countercurrent.

Hope, time, countercurrent

Flowers bloom and fall, and the yen lacks the moon. Time is like an endless river, rolling down. The flower-like years are memories that everyone is eager to save. And I, too, look forward to the time flowing back to that childhood with her. When I was a child, my parents were busy and my grandmother took care of me. Warm sunshine always makes the sky blush. And I always pull my bike to go to school at this time. However, the hurried voice behind him is always accompanied by the sun. Grandma's chubby face is flushed, probably running too fast. Grandma gasped and said with a smile, "there is no milk." Actually, to be honest, I don't like bottled milk very much. I always feel too greasy, and grandma has to soak in hot water to warm herself up. But looking at grandma's hand mixed with countless sweat drops and water drops, my hand naturally reached over and grabbed the bottle of milk tightly. Grandma smiled, smiling as warm as the sun.

The glacier of youth turned into silence in the sun. Although winter has long passed, there are still pictures of winter every day. This bottle of milk with the same temperature as grandma's palm is the protagonist. And every day, my heart is always as warm as sunshine.

The wind blows like a broken flower, and your smile is swaying, becoming the most beautiful ornament on my road. Now, my mother has changed to a more leisurely job, and I have gradually grown up, passing through my thin youth, viola, kapok, sadness and impermanence. Grandma went back to her hometown, but I still vaguely remember that sad and bright March. The day you went back, you just suddenly told your mother to breast-feed me every day, and it must be warm. I looked at the neat rows of milk bottles outside the house and cried my eyes red.

Finally, plastic boxed milk replaced bottled milk. And milk has lost its original warmth, just like its shell, cold and cold.

The sunshine is still warm and warm, but I am looking forward to the countercurrent of time and the childhood with you. Countercurrent time, let me catch that bottle of warm milk again; Try the sweet and greasy taste again; Go back to that thick and warm embrace.

I have forgotten which day of the year, which month, and which wall I carved a face on. Zhang Wei smiled and stared at my face. But the place where we stayed was actually swept away silently by the flood.

Please go against the current and go back to those warm mornings. I don't need a halo, I don't need flowers, I just hope that time will go back in a blink of an eye, even a second is enough to satisfy me.

If we are children forever, we can stay in the place of time, listen to the story that will never grow old, and slowly look at your auspicious face. I wish time could turn back at this moment and let me go back in time.

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