There has been a quick search for your composition in the second day of junior high school (the material can also be used)

The sunshine in March is always sunny and lazy, and the warmth of my fingertips reminds me of my grandmother. The warm sunshine shines through the window lattice, like a lazy cat snuggling in its master's arms. When I was a child, I always lay in my grandmother's arms and counted the stars, and fell asleep peacefully under her fan. So, time was disobedient and brought me to those years.

When I was young, I always made trouble and caused trouble to adults. But no matter how naughty I am, grandma always loves me.

There is a vegetable garden in my grandmother's backyard. When I was a child, I always followed my grandmother to pick vegetables in the garden. My grandmother is wearing a big straw hat and stroking some earthen nests. I followed, saying it was actually a joke. Sometimes, for fun, I kick it away and make it covered in mud. My grandmother always shaves my nose and says some gentle reproaches. Bloodshot eyes, full of endless spoil. ...

The fun of kicking the mud nest soon disappeared. Grandma was watering the vegetables there, so I ran to join in the fun. I didn't water the vegetables, but raised the water ladle to make "artificial rainfall" and shouted, "It's raining! It's raining! " I jumped up with joy. Just when I was enjoying myself, I didn't notice. I stepped on the hoe pole and sat on the watered vegetables. The water in the spoon also splashed all over me. My slightly worn shoes and feet were exposed by the sharp "head" of the hoe and scratched, and blood immediately flowed out. When I saw it, I was scared. I froze for a few seconds and then burst into tears. My busy grandmother heard about it and quickly put down her work. She didn't seem to run halfway, carefully examined my injury, comforted me in a low voice, picked me up and hurried into the house.

"Lovely, grandma, get a band-aid and alcohol. Sit still and don't cry. " Grandma gently put me on the chair, touched my head, comforted me lovingly and calmed my mood.

"hmm." I nodded with tears and saw that she was busy looking for medicine, and my heart was sour.

My mother came over, and although she was distressed, she criticized me: "Why are you such a child?" Accompany grandma to help in the vegetable garden, and make grandma worry about you, really! "

I left two salty tears and bowed my head and blamed myself. Grandma stood up unsteadily and blamed her mother: "Don't yell, the child is like this, there is still time to talk about her, go to the kitchen and bring a bowl of hot soup." When I said this, grandma leaned over her rickety waist and wore reading glasses, carefully cleaning my wound for fear of hurting me. The love and tenderness in her eyes are obvious. A ray of silver light fell on her cheek, and I trembled and pulled it away. I cried a little and said, "Grandma, you have worked hard!" " It won't happen again. Grandma looked up at me and smiled warmly, as if she were much younger: "Our awn has finally grown up." Tears welled up in my eyes, but it felt sweet. At that moment, I thought I would never leave my grandmother again. ...

Always caressing grandma's calluses and dead hands to get a sense of security, watching her busy figure shuttle through the crowd, I can't help but feel touched. It seems that whenever I am alone with her, grandma gets up early every day to do housework and tries to support a family with her thin hands. Before dawn, she bent down and groped in the half darkness and half light to prepare breakfast for us. She took pains to raise us and took care of us. Every time I see my grandmother, I always feel that her wrinkles are a little more, her black hair is a little less, and her gratitude is more. Now I seem to see the shriveled body again, and I feel sad and sad.

Although the residence is different, my grandmother still cares about my health as always. Every time I make a phone call, the familiar voice, words and tenderness always make me feel that I am in the bright spring of March, and I just want this. Grandma thinks about me every day and always tells me to eat, dress and take care of myself. Grandma is a tolerant and sincere person. She just wants me to be happy forever. She approached everyone with sincere heart, and let me treat others and love others with the feelings brought from her. Although my grandmother has no culture, she taught me the truth, goodness and beauty that I admire in this world, and made me distinguish between good and evil and treat others warmly.

Now I always feel guilty that I can't find time to see my grandmother because I am busy with my studies, but I still miss my grandmother, her figure, her every move and her smile in my heart. Thought of here, my in the mind a acid, tears flowing on my cheeks.

In the spring of March, I have you all the way, and the sky is clear all the way to Wan Li. We manage happiness all the way.