Imitate grandma's face.

1. Write a composition that my grandmother made noodles for me when I was a child, with a metaphor for my favorite food. Some people love delicacies, some people love chicken, duck and fish, and some people love simple tea and plain rice. After growing up for so many years, I have eaten a lot of delicious food, but what I can't forget most is the bowl of noodles cooked by my grandmother.

When I was a child, I lived in my grandmother's house. There is a big yard with several small apartments. My grandmother often grows some vegetables, such as spinach, leeks and zucchini. Grandma often fertilizes and waters these vegetables. In the harvest season, she also harvests vegetables. I followed her like a little tail. Life in the yard is my happiest life.

After a busy morning's work, what attracted me the most was the noodles cooked by my grandmother. Grandma is busy rolling noodles in the kitchen and serving dishes below. Sitting on a small bench, smelling the fragrance of noodles coming from the kitchen, I couldn't help urging my grandmother: "Hurry up! Hurry up! I am almost hungry! " Grandma always comforted me: "It's almost ready!" A bowl of hot noodles is out of the pot! A bowl of noodles with a little chopped green onion looks very attractive. Sweaty, I wolfed down a bowl of steaming noodles, not to mention how cool it was!

Now, I have left my grandmother and yard. No matter how delicious the food is, it can't compare with grandma's bowl of noodles, but I can't find the reason. And when I grow up, I finally understand that what I cherish is my childhood memory. ...

I have a pair of plastic slippers, which I bought two years before I went abroad and wore for five years after I went abroad. Its shape is very common, just like the most common style you can see everywhere on the streets of Taipei: flat bottom, light blue and front.

The two ends are hollowed out into six circular belts, and the middle is connected by knots. I liked its color when I bought it. After wearing it for five or six years, it has changed from light blue to light gray, and the sole has been ground to one side high and the other side low.

"Do you know why I can't bear to lose it?"

This is a memory that makes life instantly tender. When I graduated from college, I lived in Beitou Mountain. In the morning when there is no class, I often run around the mountain with two puppies. On a sunny day, the beautiful scenery on the mountainside of Datun is beyond description. What makes me most happy is walking and suddenly turning around, and then carefully identifying which one is my home under the hillside.

Walking, my new slippers are not decent. However, I didn't have time to care about it until one evening, when I came home from school, I saw my slippers neatly placed on the cement path in the garden through the low stone wall. With the arrogance just after breaking up with my classmates, I shouted outside the low wall:

"Who dares to touch my slippers?" There is no movement in the garden. Looking towards the living room, grandma is sitting behind the screen door, shaking her fan and smiling at me.

"This afternoon, I washed your slippers with your hose. They just dried in the sun. How convenient! What a big girl! Wearing such dirty shoes is a joke. "

Grandma will always help me wash and dry my slippers every time I go up the mountain, and sometimes even put them in front of my bed. Then at night, she will sit quietly in the living room, shaking her fan and waiting for us to come back. When I wear slippers, I often feel warm and comfortable. I don't know if it's the afternoon sunshine in the yard or the residual temperature on grandma's hands.

as soon as...

Because I can't bear the warmth. After the news of grandma's death came, all the things that reminded me of her old man's house, such as the ring I gave on the eve of going abroad and the small cotton-padded jacket I bought, were all in tears.

Luckily, I put them away. I always carry these slippers with me, and I can't bear to lose them. Every time I touch grandma's warm and wrinkled hands, I will think of the garden path in the sunset and the one behind the screen door in the living room.

Smile. So far away, so gentle, so clearly gone forever.

3. Write a composition about my grandmother (about 400 words). When I close my eyes, I can clearly see what my grandmother looks like: her hair is curly and soft. Every time she takes care of me, her hair is wet with sweat, and she only sees sweat dripping down. Grandma's eyes are double eyelids, brown eyes, always looking at me so gently. Grandma has a high nose, a round face, eyes narrowed when she smiles, and a pair of smart ears.

I remember once, I bought a fluffy bread at the bread talk. When I eat it, wow, it's delicious! This was heard by grandma's ear. Grandma said, "Is it delicious? How delicious is it? " I slipped a sentence: "The most delicious thing in the world!" Before I finished, my grandmother immediately said, "Do you want to buy one? I come to buy one for you every day! " Having said that, I feel grandma's selfless love for me. Back to my grandparents' house, I thought: I can't eat soft bread. Unexpectedly, just then, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and found that it was grandma, soaked to the skin. I took out a fluffy bread from my bag and panted, "I brought you fluffy bread." I was stunned. After a while, I came to my senses and said, "Grandma, you came all the way here to deliver soft bread? Aren't you tired? " Grandma said, "I'm not tired of sending you soft bread, and I promised to send you soft bread every day, and I will do it!" " "Speaking of which, I hugged grandma tightly. When I eat fluffy bread, I can feel my grandma's deep love for me at every bite.

Grandma has such deep feelings for me. For me, grandma can meet my requirements at all costs!

4. Composition Grandma's love (imitating Zhu Ziqing's "Back") Grandma in the second grade, like a big tree, has always sheltered me.

I was brought up by my grandmother, so my grandmother and I have deep feelings.

When I was a child, my grandmother often took me by the hand and took me to the streets to buy me candy. When I was a child, on a hot summer day, my grandmother often held me and sat under the lush osmanthus tree to enjoy the cool; When I was young, my grandmother often taught me to write by hand. When I was young, my grandmother often sang that beautiful song to put me to sleep.

Ah, grandma's love is Xia Na's cattail leaf fan at night.

On summer nights, frogs have been barking, and there are many mosquitoes. That cry has been ringing around me. Summer night, also very hot, bean-sized sweat fell from my forehead. Grandma keeps me cool with her wrinkled hands. The cool voice has been echoing in my ears, and at night, it is deep and quiet. I gradually fell asleep with the sound of the cattail leaf fan.

Ah, grandma's love is a wonderful story.

Grandma was a Chinese teacher in primary school and later worked in the post office. However, at home, she is still my teacher. She taught me to read and be a man. Grandma often tells me wonderful, beautiful and interesting fairy tales. As for me, I listened carefully. Sometimes, I will be attracted and intoxicated by the plot in that story. When I was a child, I was so naive. Every time I hear this story, I will think of the fierce and cruel wolf. I will jump into grandma's arms and sob, "Woo, woo, grandma, I'm afraid, I'm afraid the wolf will eat me, and I'll never see grandma again." Oh. . Ouch. "At this time, grandma will hug me tightly and comfort me by saying," My silly granddaughter, be good, isn't there grandma? How can grandma let you be taken away by wolves? Grandma can't bear to part with you! " At this time, when I am in grandma's arms, I will secretly laugh, which is so comfortable and comforting.

Oh, grandma's love is so deep, so true, so pure, so strong. Grandma's love accompanied me to grow up healthily and sturdily.

Grandma, let me tell you, I love you too. I will study hard and grow healthily and vigorously. I will certainly live up to your ardent hopes for me. I will be filial to you to repay your deep love for me!

5. Ask for a composition about my grandmother. I wrote grandma before, and I feel it is not easy to write. I write something myself: My grandmother is over 80 years old this year, with short hair, bright eyes and a mouth that I can convince. Although she is old and energetic! All the work at home is busy, and I joked, "Grandma has become a nanny!" " My mother knocked me on the head angrily and told my grandmother not to mind. At this moment, I saw the smile in her eyes. I think my grandmother looks good when she smiles. When she smiled, all the wrinkles on her face disappeared and she looked much younger. I like grandma's eyes because they can talk. When I won the prize, I was filled with joy; When I am proud, it is full of blame. . I also like grandma's mouth, because when I am angry, her witty mouth makes me forget my troubles; When I am depressed, it makes me full of confidence. . I like my grandmother. My grandmother is very hardworking, thrifty, brave and tenacious. She loves her work very much, lives carefully and always puts the younger generation first.

Grandma has little education and doesn't know a few words, but she is the one who has the deepest influence on me among the elders in the family. Hehe, not bad. I hope you can write a good composition. I hope I can see with my eyes. I wish you progress in your study.

6. Write Grandma Grandma lifted the book in her hand as soon as she saw me and said excitedly, "I finally bought it." I hurried to help my grandmother back to bed, only to find that she had heatstroke, and my tears suddenly became wet. I hugged grandma and said to her, "thank you, grandma!" " "Later, I learned that because I spoke late, all the books in the bookstore were basically bought, and my grandmother went to four or five bookstores to buy them. Suddenly I feel that the book in my hand has become so heavy. ...

Growing up, I spent the most time with my grandmother, so my grandmother gave me the most love.

In life, my grandmother takes care of me in every possible way. Grandma is always the first to get up every day. No matter whether it is windy or rainy, as long as she brushes her teeth and washes her face, she will go to the door of the community to buy me breakfast. Sometimes, in order to make me eat better, grandma will run to the market near the scorching sun, line up for three quarters of an hour and buy a small cage. Grandma not only takes care of me in life, but also cares about me in study.

During the summer vacation, the sun was scorching the earth, and cicadas on the trees probably hated the hot weather and cried desperately. When we went back to school, Mr. Liang asked us to buy daily chemicals, which we would do when school started. But as soon as I got home, I forgot what the teacher said. It was not until the day before school started that I remembered the teacher's words. This is terrible. Mom and dad are at work, grandma is sick again, and I don't know the way. Eating Huanglian is really dumb-I can't tell you how uncomfortable it is! Just when I was worried, my grandmother came up to me and said, "Hao Hao, what's the matter?" "I forgot to buy daily delicacies?" "Let me buy books. Learning is the most important thing. " "no!" I said simply, "Grandma, you are sick. It's not too late to wait until mom and dad come back." "No, when mom and dad get off work, the bookstore has long been closed. You read at home and be obedient, and I will be back soon. " After that, grandma gave me some "composition kings" and left.

How time flies! Three hours have passed, but grandma hasn't come back yet. Half an hour later, the doorbell rang and grandma came back. I hurried to open the door, only to find my grandmother flushed and panting, her clothes soaked with sweat, and the sweat on her cheeks was still flowing downwards. As soon as grandma saw me, she held the book in her hand and said excitedly, "I finally got it." I hurried to help my grandmother back to bed, only to find that she had heatstroke, and my tears suddenly became wet. I hugged grandma and said to her, "thank you, grandma!" " "Later, I learned that because I spoke late, all the books in the bookstore were basically bought, and my grandmother went to four or five bookstores to buy them. Suddenly I feel that the book in my hand has become so heavy. ...

Grandma gave me love, and I will always remember it. Grandma, I love you!

Grandma has white hair, small eyes, white teeth and a big mouth. She is very kind and approachable. When I was born, I weighed only three pounds, and my neighbors said I couldn't live. At night, mom and dad are always in tears. Grandma knew, and advised her mother to say, "Let me raise Luoding!" " "Mom and dad nodded in agreement. Since then, I have lived with my grandmother. ...

One day I was sorting things out and found a broken photo in the drawer, which contained a lot of dust. I wiped off the dust with a towel, and an old man immediately caught my eye. That was my grandmother. Grandma has been dead for twelve years, and as time goes by, I almost forget her.

Grandma has white hair, small eyes, white teeth and a big mouth. She is very kind and approachable. When I was born, I weighed only three pounds, and my neighbors said I couldn't live. At night, mom and dad are always in tears. Grandma knew, and advised her mother to say, "Let me raise Luoding!" " "Mom and dad nodded in agreement. Since then, I have lived with my grandmother.

In order to support me, grandma runs around every day and buys me nutritious food. Her fatigue brought me strong growth. Day after day, year after year, I have slowly begun to grow up and understand grandma's fatigue. When I grew up, my grandmother took me to a primary school. For me before, the school was a huge cage that never saw the sun, but I struggled in the cage like a bird trapped in this cage. For young and ignorant me, it is how much I don't want to go to school, how much I don't want to go to that terrible "big cage", or my grandmother earnestly taught me to like school.

What impressed me most was the day when it rained cats and dogs. I'm waiting for my grandmother to pick me up at the gate of the class, and I feel bored waiting. So, I bet with others: "whoever comes first will get 20 pieces of candy!" " "Just when everyone was" high-spirited ",a slightly tired figure caught everyone's eye. Ah! Grandma is coming to pick me up! I proudly said to them, "Don't forget to bring wedding candy tomorrow!" " "I skipped away with my grandmother. On the way, I felt raindrops hitting my face and hands. Too uncomfortable! Look at grandma, almost half of her body is outside the umbrella. At that time, I said to my grandmother, "Grandma, aren't you afraid of rain?" Grandma said in a child's voice, "Grandma's body is made of iron. How can I be afraid of these little raindrops? " I didn't understand what grandma meant. Now, I finally understand, ah! Grandma's love is an umbrella to keep out the rain, and grandma's love is a windproof coat!

Thought of here, I can't help crying. How I wish my grandmother could come back to me again. Grandma, you will live in my heart forever!

7. Write a composition about eating noodles. On Saturday, my father took me to Wu Dong noodle restaurant to eat noodles.

As soon as I entered the door, I found that Wu Dong noodle restaurant had an antique taste. The window is a flower window, the table is imitation mahogany, and even the waiter is dressed like an ancient shopkeeper.

Sitting inside, I feel like an old Suzhou. I know my way around first and ordered a bowl of favorite mushroom noodles.

After a while, steaming noodles were served. As before, I went up to smell it first.

Wow, it still smells so good! It smells so good that my mouth is watering. I appreciate it carefully. The soup is brown, the chopped green onion is emerald green, and the oil flower is shiny. At first glance, it looks like amber, jade and diamond.

Inside is a thin and long white pearl necklace. This is not noodles, it's a treasure chest! I can't bear it any longer. I immediately picked up chopsticks and happily picked up Bora in the bowl.

Noodles are light, soft and tough. The soup is fresh, a little sour and a little sweet.

Noodles and soup mixed together, put in your mouth, feel a little light, a little strong, this taste is really intoxicating. After eating noodles, I wiped my mouth with satisfaction and said happily to my father, "Suzhou people are really good."

Eat a bowl of noodles and compete with the living gods! "。

8. Imitate "Grandma's Handprint" Grandma's Orchard Text/Fog Wet Loutai

Think about grandma's orchard. Spring is coming, and the orchard will be shrouded in spring. I can't see it anyway. The orchard in spring comes to my mind bit by bit.

The first is pear trees. A little dark gray leaves dance with the wind in the cold spring. The late spring breeze should also blow away the hope of life and sleepless dreams. The winter dream that has been sleeping for three months, at this time, in the chilly cold of spring, in the first spring breeze, quietly opened the first smile.

That beautiful scenery should have the charm of "flowers bloom and a tree snows", right? The ancients said: Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees. It suddenly occurred to me that the host of a radio station in our hometown mistakenly thought that this poem was about spring scenery. Ha, it's ridiculous, this is a poem about snow! He used pear flowers as a metaphor for snow, and I used snow as a metaphor for our lovely pear flowers, so I blurted out the sentence "A tree blooms with snow".

There are persimmon trees, whose thick leaves can't stand first frost. When winter comes, they have rushed into the embrace of the earth. Now persimmon trees should have sprouted again, right? I think those thick leaves are like the little palms of newborn babies, thick and soft, as if they would squeeze water when squeezed.

If persimmon trees also blossom and compete with pear flowers, I think it must be the most beautiful scenery in the world. Among the many leaves, occasionally dotted with some white flowers, noble but elegant, how wonderful it will be!

Apple trees with pink flowers, apricot trees with white flowers, peach trees with the most beautiful flowers in the world, and ... Ha, this beautiful orchard has prepared a big stage for spring, so that the scene of spring can be fully displayed here!

Summer has come, although the orchard in spring can only be opened in my heart, but the orchard in summer is really displayed in front of me. In summer, after the May Day holiday, I went home and saw the orchard in my dream. We-my childhood friends and I are still childlike and still love to shuttle under the tree. I remember that on a sleepless night, the summer sunshine danced gently on our shoulders. I remember that the green sunshine shed a little coolness through the gaps between countless leaves. I remember the scene of the noon wind blowing through countless leaves. I heard, that "running" Ye Ming will definitely be the laughter of the sun. I remember the sunshine in summer accompanied by the warm wind in the Woods, I remember the scene when the sun jumped on the leaves, and I remember my childhood friends blowing the plump leaves into a whole. I remember a few strands of silk hanging on the leaves ... those are the best memories of my life, and now they all stand in my memory with the light of summer for a long time and will never fade! Never-fading memory, will you accompany me through this life?

At the end of summer, the autumn wind came quietly, and the autumn wind blew the orchard red. I forgot to mention that this orchard was surrounded by grandparents with fine red bricks. The red bricks made a wall more than two meters high, which seemed to isolate the orchard from the world and became a veritable paradise. But friends in our village always seem to be able to jump into the garden, pick persimmons and apples, and then jump out of the garden. I asked my grandmother why she didn't stop them. Grandma said they couldn't pick a few. Besides, fruit is for people to eat. Why scold them? Why stop them? Well, I think: these little guys will ruin the garden. But grandma is really on guard against them, so she picks all the fruits that are not red, puts them in a closed plastic bag, and stews some ripe fruits to eat. Sometimes grandma will give ripe fruit to those greedy babies, and they will be very happy. Happy laughter ushered in the rustling autumn. The autumn wind yellowed the leaves and took away all the prosperity, leaving only this dead branch for us to appreciate. This bleak autumn!

Then winter came, and the cold wind blew from the north with cold snow. The small garden is completely in an unprecedented crisis. But a great man said: don't cut wood in winter. Because next spring, it will be a vibrant scene again. That scene will bring a little warm inspiration to people.

9. Composition describing grandma: My grandma.

[Time: 2008-11-0921:39: 25 | Author: Anonymous | Source: Network | Visits: 2224]

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This composition about grandma is very distinctive. The little author grasped the characteristics of grandma's appearance-bending over, bending over, bending her legs, even her eyebrows, eyes and corners of her mouth, and vividly wrote grandma's kind and hardworking character, which gave a very deep impression. How to write a person's personality and how to grasp the most typical characteristics of the characters is the most difficult problem to solve in writing a person's composition, and it is also the most important place to look at writing. I think there are two most important points in writing characters: First, you should be familiar with the characters, close your eyes, see their voices and smiles, and tell their stories. You should know how to count one, two, three, four, so as to have a basis for writing. Second, we should be good at summarizing the character. It is not enough to be familiar with the characters, you should also be able to vividly summarize the characters' personalities. Characters are rich in personality, but there are always one or two bright spots. Grasping these two points and highlighting them will often leave a deep impression on people and make it easy to write vivid details. On the contrary, if you write everything, you will often write without features.

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Original appreciation:

The moon in the sky is sometimes curved and sometimes round, but my grandmother is always curved. Grandma's waist is bent and her legs are bent. When she looked at me, her eyebrows, eyes and corners of her mouth were curved, and her smile flowed out along a curved wrinkle.

My grandmother is the busiest. Her hands are always idle. She washed and washed from morning till night, making her waist more bent. Her mouth is never idle, and she nags from morning till night, whether people listen to it or not. Only in the evening, when there is a series on TV, can grandma sit quietly, straighten her bent waist as much as possible and stare her bent eyes. But after a while, her straight waist bends deeply again, her wide eyes will gradually narrow again, and her curved mouth will make a loud snore.

Grandma can't wait to get everything ready for me, eat, dress, sleep and walk. In her eyes, I never seem to grow up. I am determined to "create" grandma's "rebellion". One Sunday morning, when my grandmother went to the toilet, I put on all my clothes. When my grandmother came into the room shouting "Wake up", I was shocked, rubbing my curved eyes over and over again and mumbling "Xi Zhi has grown up, really grown up".

One day at school, it was cloudy, and grandma insisted that I take an umbrella. I thought the umbrella was in the way and said nothing. Grandma is very angry. She kept saying, "If you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer." She also said: "It's raining, I won't miss you!" " I thought to myself: you'd better not go. After school, it was raining heavily, and I was anxious to see my classmates picked up by my parents. I regret not listening to my grandmother and making her angry. I don't think my grandmother will come to pick me up.

Just when I was at a loss, through the rain curtain, I saw a familiar figure-grandma, walking in the rain with a blue umbrella. I quickly ran to get close, only to find that grandma's waist was bent even more because she couldn't rely on crutches because she was holding an umbrella, and every step was very difficult. She tried her best to hold an umbrella for me and let the rain flow down her gray hair and curved wrinkles. For the first time, I feel that my curved grandmother is so worthy of respect and love.

Grandma is over seventy years old and her waist is getting more and more bent. Mom and dad tried many ways to heal her waist, but it didn't work. Now, we are far away from grandma and really miss her. We want to listen to her nagging again, and we want to see her bend over, bend her legs, bend her wrinkles and bend her eyebrows again.

I have long made up my mind to study science and culture well and invent a bending technique when I grow up. I hope all the grandmothers in the world will stand up straight, fit, healthy and rejuvenate.