Grandpa told me that writing is very important. It is almost accompanied by a person's life. Whether doing homework, taking exams, or coming to work in society, you can't do without writing, especially pen writing. Whether the handwriting is good or not can reflect a person's quality cultivation. Good calligraphy makes teachers feel beautiful and smooth when correcting homework and test papers, giving people a special attraction; If your handwriting is not good, others will feel a little intimidated when reading your article or homework. If you say something unpleasant, you will be a little reluctant to read it, giving people an uncomfortable feeling. Every day I go home from school to do my homework. Before writing, my grandfather always said to me, "Chu Guangjin, you must write well, whether it is Chinese, Arabic or English." If you want me to write well, my grandfather speaks almost every day, every month and every year.
I am a little vague about the importance of writing. I think now is the era of computerization, and handwriting is getting less and less. The objective questions in the exam are not answered in Chinese, just fill in some symbols or letters. Grandpa immediately pointed out my incorrect understanding. Grandpa said that with the development of modern science and technology, computers can't replace people's handwriting, just like advanced means of transportation such as airplanes, trains and cars, but you can't do without bicycles and walking.
Grandpa said that writing must start from primary school, especially primary school, which is the stage of laying the foundation for all aspects of knowledge. If primary school writing fails to meet the requirements, secondary schools and universities will be affected. This is the same as learning other classes. If you have a solid foundation in primary school, you will generally be better in middle school and university.
Grandpa said, first of all, writing should pay attention to the training of structure, and neat writing mainly comes from structure. Structure is like human skeleton. The "skeleton" is not harmonious and crooked, and the words written must be crooked. Grandpa said that most Chinese characters are made up of simple words or strokes. As long as you pay attention to the position and size of each part, the words written in this way are more correct. I didn't pay much attention to the structure when I wrote before, and I thought it was enough to finish all kinds of strokes. As a result, my handwriting is a bit ugly, crooked and different sizes.
Grandpa said that when learning to write, we should also pay attention to copying copybooks, writing as required, imitating as required, and strictly controlling copybooks. The song should be straight, the song should be curved, and you must not do whatever you want. After practicing for a certain period of time, we should conscientiously sum up the writing rules, know how to draw inferences from others, and know how to constantly revise and improve them.
Grandpa also told me to carefully observe the appearance (including structure and size) of imitation writing before writing, and carefully compare it with imitation writing after writing to find out the gap. If there is an obvious gap, it is necessary to erase the rewrite until you are satisfied.
After the patient teaching of my teachers and grandfathers, my writing has made some progress, and most of my writing exercises have got A+, but there is still a long way to go. In the future, I will study with an open mind, study hard, practice hard and think hard, so that my writing can reach a new level.
Grandpa Zhang taught me to write 300 words. My neighbor, Grandpa Zhang, is a very warm-hearted, kind and fair person. I admire him very much, not only because of his age, but also because of his good character. Let me remember one thing. ...
I remember bringing my friends to my house to play when I was a child, just as the flowers in the community were blooming, huh? What is that white and fragrant flower? Just like an angel in a white dress, embedded in a piece of green freshness, my friends and I were intoxicated and reached out to these flowers involuntarily-beautiful and pure angels.
Please forgive us, we really didn't mean it, we were just intoxicated, so intoxicated that we couldn't help but want to keep them for ourselves.
"What are you doing, children?"
A kind, but somewhat harsh word rang in our ears. We suddenly turned around-it was grandpa Zhang, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his gentle eyes, but he came up to us slowly as usual and asked, "What's the matter, children, are you enjoying flowers?" Our faces turned red.
Enjoy flowers? We are all embarrassed to hear it. The real appreciation of flowers is to see with your eyes, smell with your nose and feel with your heart, not to pick them rudely with your hands!
We are silent.
"Do you know what this flower is? -It's gardenia. Look how fragrant and beautiful this flower is! Especially this corolla, big and light, beautiful but not gorgeous, what do you think? " Grandpa Zhang's question aroused our interest. Everyone looked at it carefully and said it looked like a butterfly. Grandpa Zhang nodded and said, "Yes, I feel like a butterfly, too, like a big, white and beautiful butterfly!" " "We all laughed, and suddenly one of our girls asked," Grandpa, flowers have flowers. Do you know what the flower language of gardenia is? " "Can you guess?" "This is happiness, this is happiness, this is beauty ..." Everyone is arguing with each other. " It is gratitude! "Grandpa Zhang is not loud, but he is very powerful." Is to let us treat the world with a grateful heart! Children, can we also have a grateful heart, so that this beautiful and pure flower can spend its life without regrets? "I didn't talk to my friends, just nodded hard and seriously.
After many years, grandpa Zhang's words made me unforgettable. His words made me always treat everyone and everything around me with a grateful heart, and let me listen to the voices from their hearts.
3. The composition "Grandpa Educates Me" When I mentioned my grandfather, my eyes became moist, and the pain in my heart gradually turned into infinite thoughts with the growth of years.
What impressed me most when I mentioned my grandfather was his thin, white and kind face, his eyes always narrowed into a line, and he often wiped his tears when he talked about funny places. Grandpa is an old Chinese doctor in our country and once served as the dean.
He was born in a landlord family and married my grandmother as a child bride at the age of nine. Although he retired at the age of 70, he often quarreled with his grandmother from the age of 9 to now, but my grandfather flew to the sky to be an angel at the age of 100 and grandma was 96, which is a typical case of childhood friends growing old together. When I was a child, my grandfather taught me very strictly, but many good habits I enjoy now were successfully cultivated by my grandfather.
Every weekend used to be the day when my grandparents went to church, and it was also a "good time" for me to become a wild girl. When eating, I usually don't listen to my mother and go shopping with my rice bowl.
Because I like to watch green rice fields eat, and I think the food is particularly fragrant. I know that when grandpa is at home, this is definitely not possible. Grandpa told me that this is what beggars do.
I tried it for a few weekends, and it tasted very happy. It's great not to sit at the dinner table! No one can control me. But "the good times didn't last long", because the pastor of the church had something to do, grandpa suddenly went home when I was watching the rice fields with my rice bowl.
He twisted my ear with one hand and dragged me to the table with the other, giving me a good lesson. My "hateful" brother told my grandfather all my evil deeds.
So I was punished for not eating at night. But I dare not be so presumptuous again.
Now it's my turn to teach my son good habits such as table manners. I remember when I was in the third grade, my grandfather gave me fifty cents to buy exercise books.
When I was writing my name, I felt that my name was not pleasant at all. I think the name of the deskmate Xiaohua is particularly good. If the teacher likes her so much, it must be her name. People will grow more beautiful if they have a good name.
So I wrote Xiaohua's name in all my exercise books. Grandpa asked me about buying exercise books after school, and I was glad to write to me every month.
Grandpa is a man of great culture. He often tells me a lot about being a man in his letters. I remember when I told him my views on marriage in my letter, he told me not to get married casually, saying that women are most afraid of marrying the wrong person.
Even if you are single, it's not terrible. Medicine is so developed now. Grandpa will pay me to train a test-tube baby.
I cherish every letter from grandpa in my heart. I don't think grandpa has ever left me. He has been living well in heaven. As long as I can be a good person and make some contributions to society, he will feel very happy.
4. The composition "Grandpa Educates Me" When I mentioned my grandfather, my eyes became moist, and the pain in my heart gradually turned into infinite thoughts with the growth of years.
What impressed me most when I mentioned my grandfather was his thin, white and kind face, his eyes always narrowed into a line, and he often wiped his tears when he talked about funny places.
Grandpa is an old Chinese doctor in our country and once served as the dean. He was born in a landlord family and married my grandmother as a child bride at the age of nine. Although he retired at the age of 70, he often quarreled with his grandmother from the age of 9 to now, but my grandfather flew to the sky to be an angel at the age of 100 and grandma was 96, which is a typical case of childhood friends growing old together.
When I was a child, my grandfather taught me very strictly, but many good habits I enjoy now were successfully cultivated by my grandfather. Every weekend used to be the day when my grandparents went to church, and it was also a "good time" for me to become a wild girl. When eating, I usually don't listen to my mother and go shopping with my rice bowl. Because I like to watch green rice fields eat, and I think the food is particularly fragrant. I know that when grandpa is at home, this is definitely not possible. Grandpa told me that this is what beggars do. I tried it for a few weekends, and it tasted very happy. It's great not to sit at the dinner table! No one can control me. But "the good times didn't last long", because the pastor of the church had something to do, grandpa suddenly went home when I was watching the rice fields with my rice bowl. He twisted my ear with one hand and dragged me to the table with the other, giving me a good lesson. My "hateful" brother told my grandfather all my evil deeds. So I was punished for not eating at night. But I dare not be so presumptuous again. Now it's my turn to teach my son good habits such as table manners.
I remember when I was in the third grade, my grandfather gave me fifty cents to buy exercise books. When I was writing my name, I felt that my name was not pleasant at all. I think the name of the deskmate Xiaohua is particularly good. If the teacher likes her so much, it must be her name. People will grow more beautiful if they have a good name. So I wrote Xiaohua's name in all my exercise books. After school, grandpa asked me about buying exercise books. I'm glad to show my new exercise book to grandpa. When grandpa saw that the name was not mine, he thought I used the money to buy things to eat and stole someone else's exercise books. I'm so wronged that I won't admit it even if I die. I remember grandpa told me a hundred times to argue Xiaohua's name, then asked my father to check the handwriting to make sure it was my note, and then took me to Xiaohua's house to make sure she didn't lose her exercise book before ending the matter. Grandpa doesn't know the real reason why I wrote other people's names in my notebook, but the traces of grandpa's education are deeply branded in my memory.
From the time I left my hometown with my parents and went to Panyu for junior high school, to the time I graduated and became a primary school English teacher, my grandfather wrote to me every month. Grandpa is a man of great culture. He often tells me a lot about being a man in his letters. I remember when I told him my views on marriage in my letter, he told me not to get married casually, saying that women are most afraid of marrying the wrong person. Even if you are single, it's not terrible. Medicine is so developed now. Grandpa will pay me to train a test-tube baby. I cherish every letter from grandpa in my heart. I don't think grandpa has ever left me. He has been living well in heaven. As long as I can be a good person and make some contributions to society, he will feel very happy!
5. Grandpa taught me how to feel about life. Whenever we pass by grandpa's house, we can't help but want to see it. Yes, it's grandpa's small garden, and it's a paradise for me and my friends when I was young. There are all kinds of flowers in it. At that time, our favorite was a "five-star flower". Five-star flowers always like to climb along the branches, always willing to squeeze together, dense. Our door always likes to be below. The five-star flower is just a bare shelf. We went to ask the old man, and he just smiled and said, "They won't disappear." The five-star flower is gone, and we lack the place to play, but it is gradually fading. After a long time, one day, I passed by my grandfather's house, and I accidentally found a miracle: why a lush five-star flower appeared in his yard, which looked more tender than before. I was dumbfounded at this moment, and it took me a long time to say, "Grandpa, what's the matter?" He just said, "Son, life is the same. You should be like this five-star flower! " ""What does that mean? " "You will understand ..." Several years later, when I stood in front of the flower stand again and looked at the five-star flower that was still full of vitality, I seemed to understand that' so is life'! Life is like this five-star flower. You must stand up by yourself.
The road of life should be brave, just like this five-star flower.
6. About grandpa teaching me 500 words of composition. This is a true story. I used to live in my father's hometown, and there was a grandfather Li in a wheelchair next door who had a stroke ten years ago.
His appearance is really unpleasant, with small eyes, thin face and crooked mouth. Grandpa Li smiles at me every time he sees me, and his mouth is even crooked.
So every time I see him, I will stay away from him. Even if he took the initiative to talk to me, I just dealt with a few words and then flew away. Once when I came home from school, I saw Grandpa Li at the door and shouted, "Hello, Grandpa Li!" " "Just about to run away, Grandpa Li stopped him and said to me with a mysterious smile on his face," Xinxin! Come on, Grandpa Li likes you. Guess what grandpa has in his hand? ！” I shook my head as if I were not interested.
Grandpa Li opened his palm, and there was a Dove chocolate in it. He smiled and said to me, "Come on, take it, this is for you, eat it!" " "I picked up the chocolate, said thank you, and immediately ran away. When I got home, I threw the chocolate softened by him into the trash can and went back to my room to do my homework.
Later, after finishing my homework, I chatted with my grandmother in the room and talked about Grandpa Li. Grandma said that Grandpa Li was actually a poor boy. His parents died when he was a child, and he finished his studies with the help of good people. When I grow up, I use my savings to help many children finish their studies. Although my life is not rich, I still insist on doing so.
From then on, every time I see Grandpa Li, I won't hide it from him. I will say hello to him at the weekend and play chess with him! When I grow up, I must help my children finish their studies like Grandpa Li and be a person who contributes to society like Grandpa Li.
7. Grandpa taught me how to feel about life. Whenever we pass by grandpa's house, we can't help but want to see it. Yes, it's grandpa's small garden, and it's a paradise for me and my friends when I was young. There are all kinds of flowers in it. At that time, our favorite was a "five-star flower". Five-star flowers always like to climb along the branches, always willing to squeeze together, dense. Our door always likes to be below. "Five-star flower only bare. We went to ask grandpa, and he just smiled and said, "They won't disappear. "
The five-star flower is gone, and we lack the place to play, but we gradually forget it. A long time passed, and one day, I passed by my grandfather's house. Unexpectedly, I seem to have found a miracle: why did a lush five-star flower appear in grandpa's yard, which looked more tender and bright than before? My grandfather saw me and invited me in with a smile. "Haven't you been here for a long time?" I was dumbfounded at this moment, and it took me a long time to say, "Grandpa, what's the matter?" He just said, "Son, life is the same. You should be like this five-star flower! " ""What does that mean? " "You will understand ..."
A few years later, when I stood in front of the flower stand again and looked at the five-star flower that was still full of vitality, I seemed to understand that "life is the same." Life is like this five-star flower. You must stand up by yourself. The road of life should go forward bravely, just like this five-star flower. ...
8. Look at the pictures and write words. My grandfather taught me to write Chinese calligraphy. I haven't lived with my grandfather for more than two years. What I can't forget most is that he taught me to write Chinese calligraphy.
That autumn, my family had a white wedding, and I asked my grandfather to write something.
He took out a big pile of rice paper, a brush, an inkstone and a small dish of ink. He looked at the big piece of white paper, and wait for a while looked at it quietly for a while, as if drawing a grid with his eyes; It is said that it is very troublesome to write on rice paper, either draw squares on it with a pen that is not very common, or fold the paper into squares before writing. But grandpa only needs to draw a grid silently in his heart with his eyes, which is not normal! My admiration for grandpa arises spontaneously.
I stood by and watched him write. At that time, I didn't understand why others asked him to write. I don't know anything now except that his handwriting is very good.
I looked up and said innocently to my grandfather, "Grandpa, is your handwriting really that good?" I want to worship you as a teacher. what do you think? "
"How can I use the word' worship you as a teacher'?"
"I learned it from TV, hehe!"
Grandpa smiled. The first time I saw him smiling brilliantly, he said "apply what you have learned". Yes, but this calligraphy is different from watching TV. If you learn, you should practice more. Never fish for three days and dry the net for two days! It takes a lot of perseverance. Can you stick to it? '
I know, this is grandpa's consent, and he nodded abruptly.
Grandpa and I "started". He took out the same thing as usual, but the rice paper was replaced by plaid paper. He asked me to grab a paintbrush, and I usually grab it like a pencil. Obviously, I caught the wrong one. Grandpa, who is very strict with us at ordinary times, didn't scold me, but patiently explained to me:
"Brush, that's not the case, you first put the index finger and middle finger from the pen to hook; Then use your thumb to hold it between the index finger and the middle finger from the inside out; Then put the ring finger and the little finger together with your back against the pen! "
I did as grandpa said, which is quite different from the way I hold a pencil.
I remember the first time my grandfather taught me to write "one"-my grandfather grabbed my hand, pointed it diagonally into a grid and held it to the right. He told me that this is a "pen tip"; Then go back to the left. This is the "back front".
I asked grandpa, why is this so similar to the word "one"?
Grandpa told me: no, it was originally a "one". Although there are some differences between calligraphy and ordinary writing, it ultimately comes from the words in our lives!
Grandpa asked me to practice several editions in the way he just wrote, and then taught me to write another word.
Grandpa may be a little tired-patting his thighs and shaking his feet gently from time to time. I'll give him a rest. I can practice by myself. He agreed, but in the end he was very worried: he was afraid that he had not mastered some places and "carried forward" some wrong writing. He insisted on staying with me.
Grandpa just taught me hand in hand, one by one. Tell me what this is called. ...
In the process of grandpa teaching me calligraphy, I grew up day by day and became beautiful day by day; Grandpa is getting older and blurred every day. As we all know, grandpa has a white hair and a wrinkle for me.
Now when I look at my calligraphy which won the second prize in Hunan Province, my grandfather's stern and patient figure always appears in my mind. I don't know when my eyes get wet!
9. Grandpa taught me to overcome difficulties. Grandpa taught me to overcome difficulties.
My grandfather is over sixty years old, with a wrinkled face and gray hair, but his concern for me has never changed.
One morning, my grandfather and I were sitting in the yard with a large group of people. I don't know why we should talk about the truth. I was only five or six years old at that time, and I didn't know what the truth was. However, one thing when I grew up made me really understand what true love is.
It was the afternoon after school, and it was cloudy early. It looks like rain. Sure enough, in a short time, the sky suddenly thundered. I don't have an umbrella, so I'm waiting for my grandfather to pick me up. But after ten minutes, fifteen minutes, twenty minutes. . I didn't see my grandfather either. When I was about to walk back in the rain, someone called my name behind me. I turned my head to see if it was my grandfather. Why did he come by bike? Besides, he didn't bring an umbrella. I rushed over and said, "Why don't you come over?" . Grandpa said nothing but, "Let's go home." "When I got home, my grandmother explained the reason to me:" Grandpa didn't take an umbrella when he went out just now, because it didn't rain, but he walked on the road and fell down accidentally because of the slippery ground, so he came to pick you up late. "After listening to these words, think about what I just said to grandpa, the in the mind very uncomfortable.
Through this incident, I understand what true feelings are, and because this true feelings have always accompanied me, taught me to study hard, taught me to make progress hard, and taught me to be a serious person.