One day, I bought a pair of reading glasses for my father. Later, the life of this pair of reading glasses was terminated by me. Father didn't say a word, but he was much more gloomy than usual.
I bought him this pair of reading glasses on Father's Day and spent all my pocket money.
With reading glasses, the problems I can't do will be solved. Although my father's education is not high, he can also teach me some topics that he can do to solve my urgent needs. One day, when I was writing a math problem, I happened to meet a "roadblock". I ran to the kitchen and asked my father, how to write this question? Father put down the beans, put on reading glasses and taught me one by one in the room. Although I still didn't understand it, under my father's repeated analysis and prompt, I finally understood the ins and outs of this question and found its final answer.
When the plug at home needed to be replaced, my father put on his reading glasses again and walked into the living room with his toolbox. My father, with plugs and tools in his hand, was meticulous and serious, as if possessed. He couldn't hear anything I said, just fiddling with the plug. It seems that only in this way can he be safer. At this time, my father was not as lively as usual. I really hope he can put down his work and talk to me, but my father changed himself for the safety of electricity use at home.
A few days before taking the security examination, in order to keep his job, my father put on reading glasses and carefully looked up the review materials on the internet during the review days. In addition to cooking and cleaning the housework these days, your father can only see him working hard in front of the computer, ignoring his favorite news and TV series. I couldn't help feeling it and came up with a question, but in view of my father's serious and rigorous learning attitude, I still buried the question in my heart and didn't ask it. The exam results came out, and dad got good grades. It is attitude that determines height! I haven't asked that question since then, because my father's actions let me know the answer.
Seeing my father's gloomy expression, I can't help but think of the dribs and drabs between him and reading glasses. I think maybe my father doesn't care about the money spent on reading glasses, but remembers his memories of being responsible for his family.
A small cradle is full of rusty needles and long threads, and there is a reading glasses with cracked lenses on it. Everything is so familiar and strange.
I remember one time when you came to take me home from kindergarten, but I was clamoring to go to the square to play. You have no choice but to take me to the square. I was running around the square when suddenly I tripped over a stone. You helped me up quickly, but your reading glasses fell to the ground and cracked. You're upset. That was a gift your mother bought for you when she was in middle school! I clearly remember that you picked up the reading glasses on the ground with trembling hands, and rubbed them carefully over and over again with cocoon-covered fingers, and your eyes were full of sadness and helplessness. I don't understand, but I said to you, "Isn't it just a pair of glasses? I'll buy you a better one when I grow up! " You just smiled through tears and said happily, "Our Liu Xuanhao has grown up and knows how to honor her grandmother!" Hearing this, my heart is sweeter than eating honey. It's a pity that you left in a hurry before this day.
I still remember one time, all our children were going to perform in a troupe, and the teacher gave each of us a gorgeous costume. I was so happy that I accidentally tore my collar. You silently put on your reading glasses and picked up a needle and thread to mend them, but I asked a bunch of questions one after another: "Is it too obvious?" Is that a big piece lying on it ... you just smiled and said, "It will be fine tomorrow morning."
Late at night, everyone fell asleep, but I was awakened by a lamp in the living room. Looking through the crack of the door, it turns out that you are wearing reading glasses, knitting with a needle and thread in one hand and a ruler in the other ... The next morning, I saw that suit was neatly stacked on my bedside. I quickly opened my clothes and looked for them carefully, but no matter how I rummaged, I didn't find any signs of damage before. I can't help clapping my hands and shouting excitedly: "Great! Great! " So I immediately changed my clothes and rushed to the troupe with joy! Our performance was very successful … but I clearly remember that your grandson didn't even have time to say thank you! At this time, I want to say to you loudly: thank you, grandma! But you will never hear it.
I put on your reading glasses and look at this thin crack in the lens. Looks like you're threading the needle again ... my vision is blurred.
When I was a child, I lived in my grandmother's house, my parents worked, and my grandparents always went to the small restaurant at the entrance of the village to help. At that time, I liked to go to my neighbor's grandma Wang's house to play.
Grandma Wang likes me very much. She always helps me buy snacks and toys with odds and ends of paper money, and often helps me cook good food.
At that time, I would always follow Grandma Wang and shout "Grandma Wang, Grandma Wang." And grandma Wang will also smile on my forehead and say, "Little sidekick, follow grandma."
Then grandma Wang got old and put on reading glasses. Every time she holds me in her arms, I will clap my hands with a smile. "Grandma Wang wears reading glasses!" "She kept rubbing my head with a smile.
Once, I was playing with toys in Grandma Wang's arms. I accidentally knocked grandma Wang's glasses off with one hand. Grandma Wang's reading glasses fell to the ground with a bang, and a thin crack immediately appeared on the left eye lens. "Hey, you are in big trouble." Grandpa Wang happened to go out. "This is the most precious thing for your grandmother Wang." "Nothing, I will make a lot of money in the future. At that time, I will definitely buy a lot of reading glasses for my grandmother! " I answered childishly. Grandma Wang picked up her glasses again and put them on. She just smiled and touched my head without saying a word.
After that, Grandma Wang still wore those cracked glasses and picked up toys and bought snacks for me as usual, as if nothing had happened. I wonder why she doesn't change her reading glasses.
As we all know, just last year, Grandma Wang died of illness. ...
Now I will go to grandma's house, and I will continue to visit grandma Wang's hot pot. Grandpa Wang is also very kind to me. But every time I go to Grandma Wang's house, I always see a bronze metal box with a pair of cracked gold reading glasses inside.
Now things have changed. When I often see those reading glasses, I always think of the happy time I spent with Grandma Wang and those unfinished promises. ...
Reading glasses composition 4 That pair of reading glasses, quietly staying in front of the window, scattered sunlight, reflecting dazzling white light, has become my indelible memory.
Grandpa's reading glasses, the lenses are wide and thick, and the gold frame is stuck on the worn-out shelf. Whenever I see him standing at the desk and writing carefully, he always wears this pair of reading glasses on his nose.
I still remember that in the summer vacation of the third grade, my grandfather always took my summer homework and carefully examined it word by word in dim light or sunshine. A pair of reading glasses reflected faint light. Under the reading glasses, it is a wrinkled and serious face, dripping with a few drops of sweat, and the dignified expression continues to spread on the face. Grandpa pushed his glasses up, called me to his side and explained every wrong question to me in detail in his nonstandard Mandarin. Sometimes I listen carefully, sometimes I get angry with my grandfather impatiently, but he just talks to me patiently and then goes on with the topic.
The sun tanned his skin.
Grandpa who writes brush strokes is not warm and cheerful as usual. Whenever he holds a brush in his hand, he is always quiet and sacred, like a monk and a Taoist, devoted himself wholeheartedly. On the desk, the hand holding the pen trembled slightly, paddling gently on the yellowed rice paper, and a pair of reading glasses trembled. Warm snorts rushed in front of the glasses with a thin layer of white water vapor. However, his passion for calligraphy is firm, and his lines of black characters are horizontal and vertical, neat and neat, with unique momentum. Behind the lens, a bunch of eyes are staring at the nib, which is particularly charming. The arm of the right hand is flat, and the fingers hold the slender pen tightly, which is very solemn and admirable.
Slowly, grandpa's eyes became blurred, and he could no longer check my homework, but those dedicated and serious eyes behind the reading glasses kept staring at me and reminding me. Those gentle and serious eyes are no longer young after wiping the lenses again and again. Time is in a hurry. I wish I could hear the detailed explanation again and again under the light, and then see the serious face in front of my desk. ...
A touch of sunshine outside the window gently sprinkled on my exercise book. Dad took my exercise book and wore a pair of black-rimmed reading glasses. He looked at the math problems carefully, explained them to me and discussed them with me. Everything is so harmonious and beautiful. Every weekend, I have to give my father a math problem check, and this weekend is no exception. "Dad, I have finished all the exercises you assigned this week. Please check it for me. " Dad smiled, put down the teacup, touched my head, took my math exercise book and picked up the reading glasses on the table.
Dad put on reading glasses and carefully checked my homework. I stood beside my father and followed his eyes. He is so serious and kind. Look at the reading glasses on dad's ears: they are a pair of reading glasses with black frames. The lenses are square, and the frames are not decorated at all. I think this is probably the most common pair of reading glasses. Such an ordinary pair of reading glasses looks quite doctor after being put on by his father. Looking at my father's reading glasses, I can't help but think of my father working overtime every night, reading materials on his desk again and again, sorting out reports on the computer again and again when he is tired, just squinting for a while, and then I go back to work. Why is he so tired? In order to spend more time with me on weekends and make up for those missed time with me. My father put on reading glasses at the age of 40 because of long-term computer viewing and reading materials and long-term eye fatigue. I feel a little sorry for my father.
"Baby, you have finished checking your homework, and the overall situation is OK, but some places are still a little sloppy. Look ... "Dad pushed his glasses and began to explain the wrong questions to me in detail. Outside the window, a touch of sunshine shines around my father and me. My father took his ordinary reading glasses and carefully explained the topic to me and taught me how to learn mathematics. I listened quietly and seriously, talking and listening, harmonious and beautiful.
The afterglow of the sunset shines on my face, reminding me of my grandmother who just died. Grandma left, leaving her family with infinite sadness and memories. Seeing the broken reading glasses, I cried and thought of my grandmother.
When I was a child, I played outside the door. Grandma is sitting at the door knitting a sweater with reading glasses. I didn't know what grandma was wearing on her nose, so I naively asked, "Grandma, what are you wearing on your nose?"
Grandma smiled and said, "This is for old people, but not for children. The old man is too old to see clearly. You have to wear this to see people clearly! " "Grandma said with a sigh. Thought of here, someone patted me on the shoulder, and I looked back at my mother. Mother said softly, "Pack your things, it's time to go." I nodded to show that my mother turned and went out.
I suddenly saw that photo. I can't help thinking that once, I went to Beijing to play with my parents and grandparents. I went to many places that time, and my grandmother only went to one place-Chairman Mao Memorial Hall. Grandma said that what she wanted most in her life was Chairman Mao, because Chairman Mao was a national hero. That photo was taken outside the Chairman Mao Memorial Hall. Grandma smiled happily. Mother's call came from outside: "Come out quickly, we are leaving." I answered and went downstairs.
Sitting in the car, I looked back at the small two-story house. I can't help thinking of my grandmother and the small garden behind the house. Where is my childhood paradise?
That winter, my friends and I played with snow in the garden. We have snowball fights and make snowmen. Suddenly I saw some yellow flowers on the wall of the garden. I went to climb the wall to see them, huh? What is this? There are so many yellow flowers. I'm curious to find my grandmother. When I took my grandmother there, she said happily, "This is Chimonanthus praecox, which only blooms in winter. Moreover, this flower is not afraid of cold winter. " I said in surprise, "Wow, that's amazing! Other flowers don't bloom in winter! " Grandma smiled and said, "You should learn from Chimonanthus praecox in the future. You are not afraid of the cold and the hardships of growing up." Say that finish, he smiled and went back to the house. But now, wintersweet is still in bloom, but grandma is gone.
Looking at the fading light, my thoughts came back. Fell asleep in infinite pain.
The afterglow of the sunset shines on my face, reminding me of my grandmother who just died. Grandma left, leaving her family with infinite sadness and memories. Seeing the broken magnifying glass, I remembered my grandmother with tears in my eyes.
I played outside when I was young. Grandma sat at the door and knitted a sweater with a magnifying glass. I wonder what grandma is wearing on her nose. Naively asked. "Grandma, what happened to your nose?"
Grandma said with a smile. "This is for the elderly. Children can't use it. The old man is too old to see clearly. You can use this to see people. " It is said that grandma sighed. At the thought of patting me on the shoulder, I looked back at my mother. Mother said softly, "You have to pack up and go." I nodded to show that I knew, and my mother turned and went out.
I suddenly saw that photo. At that time. Me. Mom. Dad. Grandma. Go to Beijing to play together. At that time, I went to many places to play, and my grandmother only went to one place-Chairman Mao Memorial Hall. Grandma said that after most of her life, she wanted to see Chairman Mao most. Because Chairman Mao is a national hero. That photo was taken outside the Chairman Mao Memorial Hall. Grandma smiled happily. Mother's crying came from outside. "Come out, I'm leaving." "I went downstairs.
Sitting in the car, I looked back at the small two-story house. I thought of my grandmother and the small garden behind the house again. Where is my childhood paradise?
That winter, my friends and I played with snow in the garden. We have snowball fights and make snowmen. Suddenly, we saw some yellow flowers on the wall of the garden. I ran over the wall, huh? What is this? So many yellow flowers, I was curious, so I went to grandma. Grandma said happily when I took her there. "This is wintersweet. It is only held in winter. Besides, this flower is not afraid of winter. " I said in surprise. "Wow, that's amazing! Other flowers don't bloom in winter! " Grandma said with a smile. "Learn from wintersweet in the future, don't be afraid of the cold, and don't be afraid of the difficulties of growing up." Say that finish smiled and went home. But now wintersweet is still Fiji, but grandma is gone.
Seeing the dim light, my thoughts came back. Sleep in infinite pain.
When I was 8 years old, I lived in my grandmother's house, my parents went to work, and my grandparents always went to the small restaurant at the village entrance to help. At that time, I liked to go to grandma Wang's house next door to play.
Grandma Wang likes me very much. She always buys me snacks and toys with odds and ends of paper money, and often cooks good food for me.
At that time, I followed Grandma Wang and shouted, "Grandma Wang, Grandma Wang." And grandma Wang will also smile on my forehead and say, "Little sidekick, follow grandma."
Later, Grandma Wang got old and put on reading glasses. Laugh and clap your hands every time you are held in your arms. "Grandma Wang wears reading glasses!" "She always smiles and touches my head.
Once, I was playing with toys in Grandma Wang's arms. I accidentally knocked grandma Wang's glasses off with one hand. Grandma Wang's reading glasses fell to the ground with a bang, and a thin crack immediately appeared on her left lens. "Hey, you are in big trouble." Grandpa Wang just came out of the room. "This is the most precious thing for your grandmother Wang." "It doesn't matter, I will make a lot of money in the future, and I will definitely buy a lot of reading glasses for my grandmother!" I answered childishly. Grandma Wang picked up her glasses and put them on again. She just smiled and touched my head without saying a word.
In the future, Grandma Wang still wore those cracked glasses and picked up toys and bought snacks for me as usual, as if nothing had happened. I wonder why she doesn't change her reading glasses.
However, just last year, Grandma Wang died of illness. ...
Now, when I go to grandma's house, I will go to grandma Wang's house. Grandpa Wang is also very kind to me. And every time I go to Grandma Wang's room, I always see a bronze metal box with a pair of cracked gold reading glasses inside.
Now things have changed. Every time I see those reading glasses, I always think of the good times I spent with Grandma Wang and the promises I didn't keep. ...