Miss grandpa's composition

In daily study, work or life, everyone has written a composition, which can be divided into narrative, explanatory, practical and argumentative according to different genres. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is my essay in memory of my grandfather. Welcome to read the collection.

I miss my grandpa's composition 1 "It rains a lot during Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." The arrival of Tomb-Sweeping Day brought me a little sadness and reminded me of my amiable grandfather. He was kind to me when he was alive. As soon as I got to his house, he talked to me, played with me and gave me pocket money ... but now, my grandfather has passed away. On that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, God seemed to understand people's hearts and began to cry sadly. Wickers hang their heads listlessly, and birds sing a slightly sad song. ...

Early in the morning, I went to grandpa's grave with my mother, grandmother and four menstrual periods, and put a bunch of flowers and some paper to express our thoughts and blessings to grandpa. At that time, I silently "chatted" with my grandfather in my heart, hoping that he could live as well as us on the other side of heaven. At that time, I couldn't help thinking of other people who spent those years with us, and I couldn't help crying when I remembered it.

My grandfather was the village head. He is always busy and always helps his neighbors. Almost everyone in the village got his help. People say that he is "warm-hearted" and "living Buddha". Sometimes, grandpa will give his chickens and rice to people in trouble at home. In this way, a village head, known as the "living Buddha" and often praised by people, died a few years ago, which made the villagers very sad and made our family miss him day and night.

The scenery of spring in my distant hometown gradually emerged in my mind. Birds are singing spring sonatas, peach blossoms are everywhere, and golden broccoli is everywhere. Everywhere is the scene of spring and the revival of everything. I seem to hear grandpa saying to me, "Cheer up! Now is the season of sowing, go and work hard! "

It was that year that I realized how much he loved me. But when I was young, I always ignored him.

He is my grandfather.

That was when I was young. His home is far from mine. It's estimated to be three or four kilometers, but my grandfather will come to my house to see me every morning. Because the economic conditions were very poor at that time, besides, I was still in a remote rural area, and I had no money to buy a car or take someone else's car. My mother told me that my grandfather runs here every day for three or four kilometers. I was very young at that time, and I didn't know how far it was. I always feel very close, very close ... every time he comes, he will bring some fruits, pears, apples and so on. At that time, I had no idea how much garbage Grandpa had picked up and how many days of pocket money he had saved to buy me those fruits. I'm always happy to take what I have and enjoy it myself.

My mother always wants my grandfather to sit down or have a rest, but I always let him sit on the big stone in front of my house. Because I think he is particularly dirty and covered in mud stains. Every time grandpa said, "it's okay, it doesn't matter." I sat on the big stone at the door. " My mother is always very helpless. She always tells me something, and I always lie in a particularly soft bed and hum. Then when I wasn't looking, my mother moved a stool for my grandfather to sit on. My mother gently put the stool on the ground and said, "Dad, sit down quickly!" " She's not sensible. Sit down! It's too cold on the stone. "Grandpa said," well, isn't she coughing these days? You steamed pears for her. " Mom said, "well, well, you should also pay attention to your health." Grandpa got up and said, "My body is very strong. Forget it. It is getting late. Our land has not been cut yet, so I'll go back first. "Mom gave grandpa a ride, and grandpa walked home by himself.

My memory is vague. I haven't seen grandpa for a long time, because it was that year that grandpa left us forever.

Since then, I have become very sensible, because I understand that some happiness cannot last forever.

I regret it ... I miss it ...

I miss my grandfather's composition 3. My grandfather left me for a whole year. Whenever I recall the scene when I was a child with my brother at my grandfather's house, my nose is always sour.

Grandpa likes me and my brothers very much, and always tolerates our naughty and naughty. I remember that every time I came to grandpa's house, the yard was turned upside down by us in a short time. The quilt on the bed was messed up, and the yard was dug into a big pit, with shovels, hoes and sticks everywhere. The host was never angry, and it was really messy, so he led us to buy ice cream and sugar, and took us to the river to see the water, crops and insects. Grandpa plays like an old urchin, as if all the children like him. I still remember the scene when my brother and cousin "robbed Grandpa" to say that Grandpa was one of our own.

However, what I can't forget most is an incident the summer before last.

At that time, my grandfather was already ill. I heard from adults that he was very ill and had two operations. One day, my mother and I went home to see him, and he was in good health. Soon, my brother and I ran around the house again and accidentally bumped into my aunt with a cup of boiling water. Hot water splashed on my stomach and I screamed with pain. My grandfather came over faster than my mother: as soon as the clothes were lifted, a layer of skin on my stomach was scalded off, and my tears immediately flowed down. "Go to the village clinic to get some medicine." Grandpa said that my mother helped me get on the electric tricycle, and my grandfather volunteered to ride us. When I got on the bus, I handed my mother a fan and fanned me with cool air, which made me feel less painful. But on the way, I heard people say that the medicine in the clinic is left unattended and will leave a scar. Twenty miles away, there seems to be a place called "Jinjidian", where someone specializes in treating burns. My mother said, "At least take some medicine. Let's go back to the plain in the afternoon. " Grandpa insisted on going. On the way, he increased his horsepower, found several people, and finally found the family. When taking medicine, grandpa covered my eyes with his hand, for fear that I would be afraid when I saw it. At that time, there was an indescribable taste in my heart, and I feel that I can still remember it now.

However, a year later, in such a beautiful season of summer, that is, last summer vacation, my grandfather passed away. Whenever I want to be naughty again, whenever I am a little lazy, I see that familiar face again. His face, which is sometimes kind and sometimes serious, always appears in my mind. Grandpa, I have grown up, I am no longer so naughty, and my study has improved. "Grandpa, you know? How are you doing in heaven? " "Grandpa, I miss you and love you."

Lecturer's comments:

Teacher's comment: The little author introduced grandpa's infinite care for his children in detail through several small things, revealing his nostalgia for grandpa, touching examples and fluent language between the lines.

Miss grandpa's composition 4 tonight! I'm alone in the bedroom! There are many photo albums in my hand! All kinds, I have nothing to do after finishing my homework, and I have searched my parents for our "antiques" from the cupboard through the ages! Suddenly, in my mother's photo album, two photos fell out! I picked it up carefully, and I was shocked at the moment I saw the photo! Above are two photos of an old man: a beaming face and a tearful face. I know, this is a photo of my mother when she got married. Presumably this old man is my grandfather!

I have never seen my grandfather's face since I was born. Although my grandfather took me to play every day when I was a child, I don't remember anything now as time goes by. Looking at grandpa's kind eyes, I seem to feel that grandpa is by my side.

According to my mother, my grandfather loved me very much when I was a child. I am only a few months old, but I play an important role in my family. As soon as I show my "lion roar", the whole family will be nervous. The reason is my "deep love" Whenever I cry, my grandfather will fly into a rage and ask who made me angry again. Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. Grandpa left me at the age of/kloc-0 under the torture of illness.

Grandpa opened a store when he was young, and the business of the store was very good. People would rather wait in line than go shopping in other stores. With economic strength, grandpa will do all kinds of good things for the village. There is no money to build a mosque in the village. Grandpa took money out of the box and donated it to the temple. Whenever he sees someone begging in the street, grandpa takes out all the money in his pocket, regardless of age. Grandpa's good deeds are seen by the villagers and remembered in their hearts. Grandpa's shop business is more prosperous.

Maybe that's the case. Under the influence of my grandfather, my mother taught me to give more money to those who can't work. Although I don't give it every time, I never skimp on my pocket money when I give it.

Grandpa is gone, but the spirit he passed on to me is still there. I believe that if grandpa were still alive, he would definitely teach me more. I believe he will inspire me to be a useful person, contribute to the country, do more good deeds and help more people with limited energy!

I stared at two yellow photos for a long time, only to see my grandfather smiling at me. I touched the photo and smiled at grandpa. I hold the photo tightly in my arms and miss my dear grandpa in this unique way!

My grandfather was an expert in fabric design before he retired. In the early 1980s, several kinds of cotton fabric fist products exported from China were designed and named by Grandpa himself.

Grandpa 1958 graduated from Donghua Institute of Textile Technology, which was later renamed China Textile University, now Donghua University.

Grandpa is very clever. At that time, he came to Shanghai from a small city with the first place in the college entrance examination. Before going to Shanghai, his family bought him a pair of new leather shoes. As a result, he had blood bubbles on his feet before he got to the train station. Grandpa endured the pain and insisted on staying in Shanghai. This incident had a great influence on him, and he didn't like to wear leather shoes from now on.

Grandpa is versatile. When he was in college, he had the famous "three best"-the best grades, the fastest eating and the best singing. He practices Bel Canto and often practices singing in students' public toilets. He said it was his unique practice. In the steam, under the shower, he sang his favorite song "Singing at Midnight": "Fireflies are flying in the open courtyard, raccoons are walking on the high platform ..." I heard him sing this song countless times when I was on vacation at my grandfather's house.

Grandpa is proficient in textile processing. After graduating from college, grandpa was assigned to a textile factory. He loves to study hard and is willing to endure hardships. Five years later, he became the workshop director.

Grandpa is also a gourmet. His favorite dish is "lion's head". He can cook, and he does it very well, which is more delicious than those in famous shops.

My name was given by my grandfather. He said that the name should be catchy, the pronunciation should be undulating, and the strokes should be as simple as possible. When my father's surname was Zhou, my grandfather took the word "Zhou" for half a frame, added the word "mouth" to form "gram", and then removed the word "land". Grandpa said that this name can be used by both boys and girls, and "one" is very particular. "The sky is high and the clouds are light, the ground is flat, the gods are full, and everything is alive." In other words, "one" is the source of all things.

In the Spring Festival of 20xx, a few months before I was born, listening to firecrackers, my grandfather wrote a poem in the baby book prepared by my parents:

There is always news of spring, and luck is watching you.

In addition to aging firecrackers, Kangtai can have one!

Grandpa died before I graduated from primary school. During the holiday, I went back to my grandfather's house, sat at his desk and stroked his huge craft design album. I always felt that my grandfather was by my side. He has just gone out to buy food and will be back soon. He said to me loudly, "Come and help my grandpa, and eat lion's head at noon!" "

Missing Grandpa's Composition 6 Unconsciously, Grandpa has been gone for almost a year. I wonder if grandpa has a good life in that world.

I still remember the day when my grandfather left.

That day, it was very cold on a cloudy day. I wore thin clothes and waited anxiously for my father to pick me up at the school gate. My left eyelid keeps jumping, and I have a bad feeling in my heart, as if something bad is going to happen.

I waited for my father, and I also waited for a bad news: Grandpa is gone! Left us forever!

The car sped on the way back to my hometown, looking at the trees outside the window, remembering the dribs and drabs of my previous life with my grandfather, and tears fell quietly.

Trees, if you have an idea, will you come to comfort me?

Unconsciously, thin rain is floating in the sky.

Finally home.

Now, it is still a familiar alley, a familiar old house and a familiar person. It's just that everyone's face is sad, and even the air is filled with deep sadness. There is a tree planted by grandpa himself in the yard. The tree is still there, but people are gone.

It's raining harder and harder, as if we were sad for losing our grandfather. In the middle of the old house, grandpa lay there quietly, with a smile on his face, as if he were asleep, which made people unable to wake him up.

Crying is still, but grandpa can't hear it anymore.

Looking at the new grave on the mountain, it will be very painful to think that I will live in two worlds with my grandfather from now on.

I have never understood how grandpa, who has been in good health, suddenly collapsed. Maybe grandpa is angry and doesn't want to talk to us.

Grandpa left without saying goodbye to us

It's almost grandpa's memorial day again. Quietly ask grandpa, did you have a good time in heaven?