Recall my grandmother's composition.

In real life or work and study, everyone has dealt with composition. Composition is a narrative method that expresses a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following are my memories of my grandmother's composition, hoping to help everyone.

Recalling my grandmother's composition 1 There are many roads in life that go forward while enduring pain. -inscription

The stars are shining in the sky. I sat on the ground and grandma sat in the chair that accompanied her all her life. My grandmother told me about her miserable life.

The time goes back to grandma's fifth grade: grandma's academic performance at that time was among the best in the class. When she was preparing for the sixth grade exam (at that time, she couldn't go to the sixth grade until she finished the exam), her aunt was going to study and was born. Because there is a school child and a newborn child at home, it is more difficult for this poor family. After quarreling for two days, grandma and grandma were forced to give up the opportunity to study because of guilt. They took care of their sister at home every day and sat in the best chair given to her by grandpa at home.

Later, my aunt was admitted to college and my aunt went to high school. All out of the countryside, but grandma stayed in the countryside!

The time goes back to when grandma got married: grandma thought life would be better after marrying grandpa. However, grandma's father died soon after she got married. Grandpa also went abroad because of work needs. Grandpa didn't give grandma a penny back after he went abroad.

Because grandma can't do many things, she has to support her family alone. She farmed alone, sat in that chair and washed clothes for five people, one with two children. ...

Although grandma leads a miserable life, she still has kindness in her heart.

Time goes back to four years after Grandpa went abroad: Grandpa finally sent something back-a color TV. At that time, the whole production team only had a tattered black-and-white TV, which cost money to watch. At this time, grandma made a decision-every night to put on TV, the villagers can watch it for free. Grandma also asked dad to put a stool in front of the TV.

Grandma also sits in a chair and watches it every night, but soon, the TV disappears, but grandma pretends that nothing happened. ...

Now grandma is still sitting in that chair, not only with that chair, but also with me.

I'll be with grandma.

I sat on the ground and grandma sat in that chair. Look at the stars together, blow warm air, talk about the past and the future.

Recalling grandma's composition 2 I was deeply saddened to hear the news of grandma's death.

In my memory, grandma's face is round, her mouth is always smiling, and her eyes are always happy when she looks at us. She has never hit me or scolded me, and she is always so kind and kind to people. I like playing with her very much.

According to my father, my parents used to be very busy at work, so my grandmother came from my hometown to take care of me. When I was a child, I was very naughty. My grandmother ran away when I was not careful. My grandmother is in poor health. Every time she chased me, she was out of breath. I regret it very much My grandmother is so old that I let her run so far. Isn't this intentional harm to her old man's house? I was too naughty when I was a child. Now I really want to apologize to my grandmother.

After I went to kindergarten, my grandmother went home to take care of my sister. Although she is in poor health, shouldn't we learn from her spirit of sacrificing herself for others?

Grandma died of a cerebral hemorrhage, and she quietly walked out of the expectation. When my parents and I rushed back to our hometown from Wuhan, my grandmother had closed her eyes as if she were asleep. Listen to the rural people next to me, grandma was kind, helpful and good at accumulating virtue. So there was no pain when she went, and everyone was deeply sorry for her death.

Grandma's greatest wish in this life is to look forward to my good health, study hard and make progress every day. I will live up to grandma's expectations, study hard and comfort her old man with the best results.

Grandma, you will live in our hearts forever!

Recalling grandma's composition 3 In a blink of an eye, grandma has left us for eight years. Looking back now, her kind face is still clear, and every wrinkle on her face has been weathered by years. Her bent body seems to be telling the vicissitudes of life.

In my childhood memory, my grandmother always had a kind smile on her face, her back was a little bent, and she bound her feet in the old society and couldn't walk fast. Grandma always gives me some delicious food first and then puts it in a locked box. At this time, I always miss the opportunity to peek behind her. Grandma put it away, turned to me and said to eat these first today, put those in the box and eat them slowly later. A few days later, while grandma was not at home, I tried my best to open the box and find those delicious things to eat in it. Restore the box to its original state after eating, and then go out to play as if nothing had happened. But every time my grandmother came home, she always found out that she called me to the front and asked me, "Guoguo is my real name. Have you moved my box?" I pretended to be calm and said, "No". "Who else but you? Why are you so greedy? Go and play. " At this time, I will run out and feel like' running away'. I said to myself as I ran, I must not open grandma's box privately in the future. But every time I am alone at home, I can't stand the temptation of that wooden box. I looked at it as if it were saying,' Come here, there's a lot of delicious food in it'. Later, when I grew up and got married, I stopped touching grandma's box. Grandma always slowly opens the wooden box and gives me what my aunt bought when she went to see her. Grandma also looked at me with a smile.

A few years later, I went to work in other places and could only go home three or four times a year. Every time I go home, grandma always meets us at the door and calls us to her room. I also put the nutrition I bought for her on the table. My grandmother would say, "It's not easy to earn money outside. Don't buy me anything I don't need food. There are many places where you can spend money in the future. Don't waste money when you come back! " Grandma turned and opened the box again, took out the candy and bread that had been stored for a long time and handed it to me. At this time, I found that grandma's hands were rough and there were many age spots. I took a bite of what grandma handed me. Some bread is bitter, and some bread goes bad and moldy after being left for a long time. Grandma still looked at me with a smile, but there were many wrinkles on her face and more than half of her hair was white. Grandma is really old. At this time, grandma asked, "Delicious!" "Delicious," I replied, my voice choking. A sour smell came to my mind, and I quickly found an excuse to dry my wet eyes outside the room.

It was the early autumn of 2004. One afternoon, I suddenly got a call from my father, and my grandmother was dying. We quickly took a taxi home. It was already past eight o'clock in the evening. I got off the bus and hurried to grandma's room. There are many people in the room. I saw grandma lying motionless in bed, and my father and aunt wiped their tears. My eyes turned to my grandmother again. Now grandma's body is much thinner than before, and she is still so kind. She seems to be asleep with her eyes closed. It's strange that I didn't shed a tear in my eyes. I just stared at my grandmother. I feel that grandma didn't leave us, just fell asleep. At this time, menstruation said, "Your grandmother heard that you were going home soon, so she slowly closed her eyes." My grandmother's last words to my father were "Son, I can't take care of you anymore". Then I knew that my grandmother had really gone and left us forever. I hugged my grandmother and burst into tears.

Now I have to look at grandma's room every time I go home. I will silently look at grandma's photos before her death and say to her in my heart, "grandma, I'm back." Seeing grandma in my dream is still so kind and smiling.

When it comes to the word love, I always think of my late grandmother. She left me and went to another place, and I gave her a grateful heart.

Grandma has been taking care of me and giving me love since I was born. That is, almost 99% people in rural areas have the feudal idea of "son preference", and my grandmother may belong to that special 1%. She is very kind to me. Usually I have something delicious to drink when I go home, but she often eats those leftovers by herself.

Grandma has always been a farmer, and vegetables have grown obediently in her hands. Generally, if you look at the road more, you can see grandma's fields, because it is the only place where there are no weeds. Sometimes when I go to her land, I'm always afraid to step on this and that, but she always says to me, "Nothing, just step on it, it's no big deal."

Grandma loves me very much. The love she gave me made me determined to study hard and win honor for her.

Grandma got sick two years ago, went to Shenzhen for treatment and ran between hospitals. Last year, she had a fever and was admitted to the hospital for half a month before she was allowed to leave the hospital. I went to see her once during that time. Her face is full of vicissitudes of life left by years, and her hands are full of traces left by long-term farming. At that moment, I suddenly saw my aunt, brother-in-law, mother and father's eyes all red. Maybe my grandmother cried like them in the hospital. ...

In the last few days of last summer vacation, she suddenly became very ill and was admitted to the hospital again. And it all happened so suddenly. On the morning of her last day, I just went to exercise and came home. Mom called me to go to the hospital at once. I'm like an ant on hot bricks-running around and going straight to the hospital with my wallet.

Mom's eyes are red.

I went to the intensive care unit, and she-my grandmother was there. Tears rolled down my eyes. ...

Grandma, who had been ill for a long time, swallowed her last breath in the hospital. Many friends and villagers came to comfort us. I can still see her smile in my mind. However, when she left, she left me with the motivation to work hard. If time could go back, I would like to thank her for her love, give her a hug and say to her, "Grandma, thank you. Your love, let me work hard, one day, you will be proud of me! "

Recalling my grandmother's composition 5, it's the ripe season of loquat again. When I saw the loquat sold all over the street, I thought of the loquat forest full of loquat fruits in Huang Chengcheng, my hometown in the countryside, and my grandmother who planted loquat trees. 20xx65438+February 16 is the day when grandma died. Now, it has been eight years, more than 2370 days.

Grandma was 89 when she died. Although she didn't live to the age of 100 as we expected, in her own calculation, she said she was satisfied. As the saying goes: seventy-three, eighty-four, the ghost king is not invited. Before the age of seventy-three or eighty-four, grandma had explained the things behind her twice, and she was already mentally prepared to go, and seemed to have tired thoughts. We coaxed each other, and grandma finally recovered her calm. Looking at the tall and tough grandma, our grandchildren regard these as two hurdles in grandma's life. It will be smooth after crossing the hurdle, and we are all very happy to expect grandma to live to 100.

I didn't expect grandma to leave like this. I remember it was a Thursday afternoon. I was at work when I suddenly got a call from my uncle saying that my grandmother had fallen. By the time I got back to my hometown, my grandmother had been put on the bed, groaning in pain and telling off and on what happened. Call a doctor, and people will not come to the door as soon as they hear that they are over eighty years old; Go to the hospital, grandma said she couldn't go. There was nothing we could do but simply give grandma medicine. Now that I think about it, grandma must have a myocardial infarction or something. Maybe she has thought about going and refused to see a doctor. Late at night, grandma's condition seems to have improved. She told everyone to go out, put on clean clothes calmly and lie down. At one o'clock in the morning, grandma died suddenly.

Grandma left like this, and she experienced pain when she left, but she walked peacefully and calmly, just like a portrayal of her life. Since my grandfather died of injury in the early 1950s, my grandmother has been widowed for more than half a century, worked hard to raise her fourth son, and also experienced the pain of losing her son in middle age. In her later years, she was full of children and grandchildren, so she should enjoy herself, but she always insisted on living and working alone. I am the eldest grandson who grew up beside my grandmother, so I naturally know her mind best. Grandma is also from a poor family and has never been to school, but she knows the truth of being a man very well. Since I was sensible, I have never heard my grandmother quarrel with anyone, nor have I told anyone about her disrespect for her unfilial daughter-in-law. I have also made concessions to outsiders, that is, thieves stole her vegetables and chickens, and never cursed and made peace with my children and grandchildren. Grandma has a good reputation in the village. Because her name is "A Cai", people call her "A Cai Niang". Grandma lives alone in the old village. People around her have already moved away, and some old houses have collapsed. We also advised grandma to move out, but grandma insisted on not moving out, saying that she had lived for decades and got used to it. An old cat that has been raised for more than ten years is accompanied by her grandmother, who often talks to this old cat that seems to understand her words; Occasionally, some old people in the village will go to grandma's house to chat with her, but most of the time, only this old cat will accompany her. I know that this old house, together with my grandmother, has experienced many difficulties and hardships, which have burned her joys and sorrows for most of her life. My grandmother has deep feelings for this old house.

When we were young, grandma was always surrounded by a group of greedy grandchildren, and "grandma" and "grandma" kept calling. Grandma is naturally happy and always takes out delicious food; In our opinion, grandma always has endless fragrant and sweet fried rice cakes and fresh fruits and vegetables, all made by herself or produced in her own field. Every time after polder day, there is always a strong smell of meat in grandma's kitchen, so we go to grandma's house for dinner. The meat in my bowl is always the biggest piece, and I eat the most. Looking at the way we wolfed down, grandma always walked over and seemed to forget her job.

Grandma has a younger sister. Grandma is two years old and looks like her. We call her aunt. I remember that the first time I met my aunt was not long after I could remember. When I rushed to grandma's room and called "grandma", I found two identical "grandmothers", and I was at a loss. The same face, the same bun, the same black dress, and even the same tone. The joke that I called my aunt and grandmother spread like this, but I believe I was not the only one who called it wrong. Grandma and my aunt are sisters. Every time menstruation comes to grandma's house, she will stay for a few days, work together and have a rest together. The two sisters always talk endlessly. My aunt is going home, and my grandmother always sees her off again, just like two little sisters who don't want to be separated.

Our grandson is growing up, our grandmother is getting old, our hair is getting whiter and whiter, and our teeth are falling off. After her daughter was born, she held her in front of her grandmother, who took her little daughter and shouted "good daughter" and "good daughter". I know grandma regrets not having a daughter, and many people don't listen. But my daughter seems shy in front of strangers. As soon as she touched grandma's hand, she couldn't hold it. She could only look at it, at its angry face. I can't wait to slap this silly little guy. But this little guy seems to be with his grandmother. At the age of two, he still refused to let her near, saying that he was afraid and left me speechless.

It has been more than ten years since I joined the work and my grandmother died. I know grandma is old and her legs and feet are slow, especially three years before her death. The straight back has gradually bent and hunched. I pay more attention to my grandmother's life and go back to my hometown more often. Every time I sit with my grandmother, chat with her and ask her what she wants to eat and what she lacks. But grandma's request is always very small, and she always shakes her head and says no to my suggestions. When winter comes, the old people are afraid of the cold. I always dress my grandmother with thick shoes and socks and buy her a hot water bottle. I think, grandma has worked hard all her life, how many years can she enjoy it? But after grandma died, the new shoes and socks I bought were still in the box, and she couldn't bear to wear them.

Grandma who loves me is gone forever. I can only see my grandmother in photos and dreams. Recalling a trip back to my hometown many years ago, I heard my grandmother in her eighties crying for the first time. Later, I learned that my aunt died, my grandmother was very sad, and his sister left her forever. Since then, grandma's health is not as good as before. Two years after my aunt died, my grandmother followed my sister. I know that an elderly grandmother, like a little girl, can't live without her sister.

Tonight, when I think back to my grandmother who loved me, I feel sad, I cry, I choke, and I burst into tears.

I don't know if grandma is enjoying herself in heaven.

I don't spend much time with my grandmother, but there are always some memories, that is, those worlds, which make me unable to savor that memory, that kind of touch, and even miss it for a long time.

When I was young, I spent a lot of time with my grandmother. If I am with her, it will be when my parents are on a business trip. I seldom talk to her, but she is always nagging. She used to comb my hair, especially my braids. Her braids are messy, and some of her hair has a bad temper. At that time, I thought that adults could comb children's hair, and the technology was quite good. For example, my mother's braids are shiny and comfortable to touch. It took more than an hour to comb this rotten hair: I was sitting on the bench, and she was also sitting, combing it carefully with a comb, moving slowly and looking extremely gentle and careful. But after combing, I thought it was an insult and blasphemy to beauty, so I made a scene and grabbed my hair and pulled my braid off. Naive, I insisted that grandma did it on purpose and combed it like this on purpose! She just looked at me, sighed and put down her comb. ...

After primary school, she can comb her hair by herself, and the opportunity to get along with her is when she eats at home alone. Because I was bored, I did it at her place. She seemed very happy about my coming, so she began to chat with me. I began to listen with great interest and found it interesting. Because she told all the interesting stories in the neighborhood and his family's marriage farce, and even told a girl my age in a small shop that she was obedient and sensible and won awards one after another. Grandma compared me with her. I waved impatiently to her to stop, and then ignored the hope in her eyes. When she saw this, she changed the subject. I heard it in a fog, but she spoke with relish. Finally, I couldn't listen any longer. She stopped and stared at me. I also inadvertently swept her deep-set eyes. She didn't say anything, stood up, put the dishes and chopsticks in, and said to me, "When will you grow up?" Go to junior high school? I didn't know how far I was from junior high school, so I asked, "How old can I go to junior high school? She paused, staggered to the faucet to wash the dishes, turned to me and smiled: "I don't know if I can wait until you go to junior high school." "I don't understand this sentence, and I don't understand the bitterness behind that smile, but I clearly understand that she wants her to watch me go to junior high school.

When I was in the sixth grade, she was ill in bed. She knew that junior high school was only a few months away. It's just that I don't understand why she is ill in bed. I was impressed that she was very healthy. She walked around the community every day, collecting some interesting things to share with everyone, thinking all the time, suddenly remembering the conversation at the dinner table, and later understanding the small jar in her cupboard.

In the end, she didn't survive those months, and I shed tears for her who didn't get along for a long time. In fact, when I think about the memories she gave me now, there is a deep and long love flowing in every fragment.

Recalling my grandmother's composition 7 After lunch, I went for a walk in the field outside the school. The winter jasmine is in bloom, golden, and the apricot blossom is in bloom, as white as snow. Walking, I thought the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day was coming again. In a flash, a trace of sadness in front of me ruined the charming scenery on the roadside, which could not help but lead me to deep thinking. ...

In my memory, grandma is an amiable old man and the best grandma in the world. Grandma is kind-hearted and has never been entangled with the world in her life. She is short, wrapped in small feet, always wears a blue plaid and tight-eyed coat, and lives the most ordinary rural life. She was born in 193 1 and died in 20xx. She has lived the most quiet life in the countryside all her life.

Grandma gave birth to six children in this life: my father, my uncle and my second aunt.

Grandma is gentle, kind and virtuous. Grandma has nine grandchildren and five grandchildren. Among her grandchildren, I always think grandma loves me the most. I remember when I was in primary school, my mother worked in the production team, and I went to my grandmother's house for dinner every time after school. At that time, grandma often brought me a bowl of cornmeal soup and watched me gobble it up. There is always a smile on her face, as if to say, my baby, eat slowly and don't burn yourself. Grandma's cooking is the most fragrant and delicious, even her hot rice is very fragrant, and the sour and sweet taste makes my mouth water so far. Her cooking taste is the best, which is recognized by our family. Up to now, no one in my big family can catch up with the taste of grandma's cooking. That smell may be her secret recipe and a symbol of her character.

What impressed us most in grandma's life was her love for her children and grandchildren. With her unknown actions and silent words, she united an enviable aristocratic family. Our nine grandchildren were brought up by grandmothers. In those most difficult years, our grandmothers were reluctant to eat, leaving us all the delicious food, especially me. Grandma's hands raised her children and grandchildren. Under the big mulberry tree of She Ying's family in the village, there is always a figure of her kicking out her naughty grandson. I remember grandma was too young to carry me, so she couldn't walk far. She often stays at the downstream gate of Sheying's big mulberry tree. I keep running, but grandma keeps driving me away. So far, recalling the scene at that time always makes me cry. I became a teacher after work. Whenever I go home to visit my grandmother, her emaciated figure and kind face always make me feel sad, and tears almost flow down several times. Grandma often says to me, "Teaching should be worthy of your conscience." This sentence has always impressed me.

20xx lunar September 16 worked hard all my life, and my grandmother died of illness. She left us forever with attachment to her loved ones and nostalgia for the world. But grandma's secret recipe for cooking has always been a mystery.

Grandma's unpretentious words "teaching should be worthy of conscience" have always inspired me to forge ahead, forge ahead, forge ahead again, not seeking good, but seeking the best.

Recall my grandmother's composition 8. The car is moving slowly. Outside the window, the weather is blue, transparent and lovely. White clouds are floating in clusters, just like flocks of sheep. The mountains in the distance are mountainous, and the rivers in the distance roll eastward. The wind smells of earth, so familiar! Oh, this is the mountain in my hometown, the water in my hometown and the sky in my hometown! I went home, but my heart was heavy.

If my grandmother were still alive, she would surely meet me at the door. But now my grandmother has risen to what people call heaven, accompanied by smoke from the kitchen.

"Run slowly, or you will fall!" Grandma smiled at the young me and said. Naughty, I staggered and finally fell down. It hurts too much. I was in tears, as if blaming my grandmother.

"Don't cry, don't cry." Grandma hugged me and looked at my bruised little hand with heartache, blowing gently.

Hear the sound of water, oh, the car passes a bridge. The bridge is not very long, and the river is muddy and undulating. ...

When I was very young, my parents were very busy at work, so they put me in foster care at my grandmother's house until I went to primary school at the age of 7.

I remember grandma was not old at that time, maybe she was in good health. She is a peasant woman. In the long-term labor, grandma has a strong body. When I was young, I grew up listening to her "run slowly and be careful to fall".

It's snowing and the ground is slippery. There were few pedestrians on the road, and the weather was too cold, so everyone hid at home to keep warm. In the distance, an old woman was carrying a four-or five-year-old child, walking with difficulty, and every step was so heavy. That peasant woman is my grandmother and that child with a high fever is me.

The sun shines on the earth, the sky is still blue, the wind is still blowing gently, and everything is the same as when I left, but my heart is still so dull.

"grandma!" I saw my grandmother coming home from the field with a hoe. I ran to her and helped her with the hoe.

Grandma gets up early and gets dark every day, and the years have left marks on your face mercilessly. Her white hair, like a silver needle, has deeply penetrated my heart.

Ward is a piece of white, white walls, white sheets, and that pale face, horribly white. I remember that this was the last time I saw my grandmother, but she was asleep. I could only hear her breathing lightly and not easily, and it was quiet all around.

A tear fell on my hand, and when I came to my senses, the car was still driving slowly and I was almost home! I looked into the distance and saw the smoke rising slowly.

Memories of Grandma's Composition 9 Mom said that when I was a child, Grandma took me for a long time and spent most of my time at Grandma's house. But in my memory, my grandmother impressed me the most, probably because I began to have memories when I lived with her!

When I was a child, my living conditions were not good. Fish and meat were good things. Grandparents always choose meat for me, half a bowl when cooking and half a bowl when making steamed buns. Every meal is like this, and finally I stopped eating meat when I was seven or eight years old, until now. After studying away from home, I always emphasize several times when eating with strangers: I really don't eat meat, I'm not embarrassed! Although I am very tall, I really stopped eating meat from the age of seven or eight, probably because my grandparents fed me enough meat before I was seven or eight! Grandparents, in fact, I really miss you and appreciate you. Can you hear me?

I went to kindergarten when I was 3 years old. Because I am too young, my grandmother always sends me to kindergarten, then waits outside the classroom, watches me have classes inside, plays with me after class, and takes me home after school. What impressed me most in kindergarten memory was my grandmother's accompanying reading. Looking back now, I am really happy!

I remember the last time, the fortune teller said that I was a filial person and had no filial piety. I have filial piety, I really do, grandma. You know that, right? I still remember that summer vacation when I came home from college and saw you washing clothes by yourself. I'll wash it for you. You are stubborn and don't need my help, but after I insisted on washing it for you, you still secretly smiled. I know you're happy. However, I am still sorry for you! I talk back to you, I talk back to you brazenly, and sometimes I even hate what you say. Another time, people passing by the door heard my words and gave me a puzzled and critical look. I know I was wrong, but I just said it, but I still love you in my heart!

I have been studying for many years, and I just started working this year, but you have already left! I've been planning to buy you new clothes and my grandparents for the Spring Festival this year. I've been thinking about it for a long time. I called my mother the day before yesterday. My mom said you stopped asking for food. Before, you were always in a hurry to ask your mother: Why don't you cook? You can't look at your watch all your life. You often think of 10 as 12. When you feel hungry, it is 12. Every time, mom will cook for you earlier. You can always eat a lot, so your body is great. Isn't it? You were sick that time and couldn't move a leg. After treatment, you can still walk slowly with a stool. Later, I can use crutches, and then I don't need anything. All the four-corner crutches I bought for you are useless. An 80-year-old man can survive such a serious disease. Who can say that you are in poor health?

I woke up early this morning. I didn't know you had left us. Grandma, I'm sorry! I received a short message from my sister at noon, and I immediately called my mother. My mother said that you left last night 1 1! I'm sorry, grandma, I didn't see you for the last time, and I didn't give your eldest granddaughter the filial piety she deserved! If you can hear me in heaven, I hope you can forgive me!