(1) Write a composition with the theme of "Crossing the Motherland for 6 Years, I Listen to Grandparents Telling Stories", with the theme added! Urgent! Urgent!
The motherland is in my heart. "The Yangtze River, the Great Wall, Huangshan Mountain and the Yellow River weigh a thousand pounds in my heart. Whenever and wherever, my heart is as close as mine, and the blood flowing in my heart is surging with the voice of China ..." What a beautiful song! Yes, no matter when, no matter where, you can't change your patriotism. I love my motherland, and I love her beautiful mountains and rivers. Listen, the flowing and rolling Yangtze River water nourishes this magical land like milk and nurtures the great Chinese nation. Look, the rolling Great Wall, like a dragon winding on the ridge, is so solemn and ancient, and it bears in mind the selfless dedication of many unknown heroes. Look at Huangshan Mountain, the first wonder mountain in the world. It is magnificent and magnificent. The climate is mild, and there are wonderful scenery in all seasons. Look at the surging Yellow River, which appears in Yuan Ye, Asia with heroic spirit; It shows the spirit of our nation: great and strong! I love not only the mountains and rivers of my motherland, but also her long and splendid history and culture. How many splendid cultures the Chinese nation has accumulated in the long course of five thousand years! The broad embrace of 9.6 million kilometers accommodates our 1.3 billion children. In the light of the wisdom of our 1.3 billion sons and daughters, our motherland is growing stronger and stronger. A sudden earthquake killed our sisters in Sichuan. But it is in this disaster that the world has seen that China people are a strong, brave and heroic people and an invincible force. In the golden September, our scientific and technological heroic-Shenzhou VII spacecraft successfully flew into the sky, and the spacewalk made the world sit up and take notice. We cheer for Shenzhou VII, we sing for astronauts, and we rejoice for our motherland. We look forward to a brighter future, but look forward to it. Lovely motherland, wherever I go, I will hold your arm, and wherever I live, you will warm my heart. Motherland, motherland, you will always be full of hope, motherland, motherland, you will always be full of vitality!
(2) Grandma tells stories 5 words in primary school composition
I didn't know anything about liberation from my grandparents' stories in the past, but I also learned more old stories from my grandparents of the older generation. Grandma is the closest person around me. Although she has left us now, I remember her short hair, kind eyes and kind smile. Grandpa, a vice president is very solemn, and always gives me a feeling of fear, just like seeing my father. When I was a child, the stories I heard the most were the stories my grandparents told me during the Liberation War. Although my ears were scarred by these stories, what impressed me the most and inspired me the most were these stories that I was "tired of listening to". Whenever grandma listens to me and reminds her of the development of the motherland, she always regrets and talks about that thrilling past. Grandma said: "Before liberation, the country was particularly backward, poor everywhere, and always bullied by the enemy. During the war, I was afraid that the enemy would come to' find something' and make everyone nervous all day. " Grandma always sighs and says. Grandpa often tells me about the People's Liberation Army. "The enemy always comes to bully us, and we can't be next to it, so the PLA came forward. These people's liberation armies are the pillars of the country. They fought bravely and bravely against the enemy on the battlefield for their future generations. That is really a good son and daughter of the country and the pride of the country! " Every time I mention this, grandpa's face will show a smile, but at the same time, there is also a little sadness. I always think: Grandpa should feel sorry for those uncles who are Fang Jun.
I remember that today's life is moving forward step by step, recalling the old times and enjoying new liberation. However, I think all this is due to the people's liberation army, who have worked hard for their descendants, who have made us live a good life, and who have left us all our usual bits and pieces. They are great. Without them, there would be no such good life as we are now. Therefore, as the hope of the new China, we should study hard, make our modest contribution to the motherland, and better pass on the spirit of liberation.
(3) Listen to a story told by grandparents-composition
An old tree in front of my hometown
Not far from my former residence
There is an unknown old tree
It is as old as it is in its old age
It is green and withered
I have no idea about its experience
I can't describe its temperament.
It's just a blur
But on the day I said goodbye to my hometown
I suddenly noticed this old tree
It seemed to look at me blankly
While waving and blessing silently
I didn't want to look back
It didn't say goodbye or cry
It didn't exhort me
Don't. Took away its pain
took away its affectionate blessing
, but I later learned that
also took away my countless thoughts about it
Whenever I was lonely, I always remembered this old tree
My childhood that I didn't worry about
and I always sheltered it from its shade
How many silent pains this silent old tree contained
. Wealth
It often comforts me not to be lonely
It often gives me strength and encouragement
An article: There are three buttonwood trees in front of my house. I heard my grandfather said that they were planted by himself when my grandmother married me. Now my grandparents are almost eighty, and they have changed from young people who were full of vigor to elderly people who are faltering. The phoenix tree in front of the door has also grown from a small tree to a big tree. The old tree in front of the door witnessed the love of my grandparents, my growth and their love for me. Compared with some of my female classmates, I am very happy because my grandparents don't value boys.
When I was a child, my grandfather made me swing on the tree and taught me about all kinds of birds that settled in the tree. I have also seen woodpeckers and owls, which are very rare, because they are all played by some bird-hunters. These people are really hateful. In summer evenings, grandma will take me to tell me stories under the tree. When I am sensible, what grandma tells me most is the fate of rural women, telling me to study hard and go to big cities in the future. Grandma's words are simple, and what she has always said to me since childhood is You must study hard. Now, when I go out to college, my grandmother will say this.
The old trees in front of my door let me know the change of the annual rings and the passage of time. When they start to spit green buds, I know that spring is coming. In summer, the old trees will become a shade and bear many small green balls. When the leaves start to turn yellow and fall, it will be autumn, and at this time, many things like dandelions will split and float from the small balls. People tickle. Especially in late autumn and early winter, only a few dead leaves are swaying on the branches. In addition, the sunset in the distance in the evening seems to be hanging between the branches of trees, which always makes people feel sad. People can't help thinking of Li Shangyin's poem: The sunset is infinitely good, buried by the coming night.
(4) Why not kowtow to the elders and listen to grandparents' stories about the past?
Why not write a 3-word composition? Face problem. Grandparents are our elders, of course, they have to knock
5] Listen to the story (composition) of that spring told by grandparents
Everyone is not Emerson about the word "Sophora japonica" because everyone has often seen it. But you know what? "Sophora japonica" has a little story for me that everyone doesn't know. If you don't know, don't look down quickly.
When I was in a big class, my grandfather planted two Sophora japonica trees at the door. At that time, the Sophora japonica trees were as thick as cups. In late November of that year, my grandfather and I "put on" thick cotton-padded jackets for the Sophora japonica trees early, and Zhuo Zhuang grew up in the arms of snow girls flying all over the sky. In a blink of an eye, winter has gone and spring has come, and another spring girl has arrived with waves of gentle spring breeze.
When my grandfather and I untied the cotton-padded jacket, we found that the Sophora japonica tree was strong and fat. This coke broke grandma in the house, and grandma was ready to say, "This little locust tree didn't feed in vain." Since the two locust trees were raised in the spring, my grandparents have never been idle this spring. I don't need to say more about it ... I guess it's a close guess, that is, watering the trees. Sprinkle 2 Liang compound fertilizer at 9: 3 in the morning, and at 4: in the afternoon ... Everyone can guess correctly this time, or water the trees. Neighbors say that this Lao Guo family grows gold ingots! Hearing this made our family happy.
in a flash, six years have passed, and I don't know what happened to two locust trees. Before I got to my door, I saw two big trees with dense branches. I rushed into grandpa's house in lightning speed. Sure enough, as I expected, they became tall trees. Grandma said, "The locust trees were almost blown off by the strong wind in 24, thanks to your grandfather holding them with a rope.
In the days to come, every time I see the pagoda tree, I will think of it, and I will learn from it, rich knowledge, and care from my parents.
This is the pagoda tree in my mind.
[6] She is my classmate Zheng Xinyu. A white face is like a big red apple, and her face is embedded with a pair of big watery eyes that twinkle like stars in the sky and a small nose. Her glib tongue always makes others speechless.
after class, the students rushed out of the classroom like arrows. Zheng Xinyu was still practicing calligraphy meticulously in his seat. I ran cheerfully and said cheerfully, "Zheng Xinyu, let's play together!" " She didn't lift her head, as if she didn't hear, and still buried herself in writing. I shouted three times, but she still ignored my existence and continued to practice calligraphy. I listlessly returned to my seat.
Just as my anger was still burning, suddenly someone patted me on the shoulder and turned to look. It was Zheng Xinyu. I said, "Didn't you just ignore me?" She said with shame, "I didn't hear it when I was practicing my handwriting just now. I'm sorry." I nodded understandingly. Then she sincerely said to me, "there are many benefits to practicing calligraphy." I can write well. Two' can cultivate a person's perseverance, and three' can cultivate your
⑺ Listen to grandparents telling stories about resisting US aggression and aiding Vietnam (6 words)
There is no such thing as resisting US aggression and aiding Vietnam in history, but there are stories about resisting US aggression and aiding Vietnam!
A Bag of Dry Food
During the Long March, one touching story after another happened, and one I know better is called A Bag of Dry Food. It tells the story of Xiaolan, a 13-year-old Red Army boy, who finally got a bag of dry food when he was marching with the army, but accidentally dropped his bag of dry food into the river and washed it away while crossing a bridge to take care of a wounded man. She insisted on not telling them because everyone had enough dry food to eat. In order to pretend that nothing happened, she pulled out a lot of wild vegetables and stuffed them into her satchel, which was bulging. Soon her health was failing. Only after the head nurse found out that she was eating wild vegetables and "dry food" in her satchel did everyone know the truth of the matter, so everyone gave her a little dry food, which made her feel the warmth of home ... Although the story is small, the connotation is not small. These little details and stories can reflect the excellent qualities of the Red Army soldiers-not afraid of hardship, strong, selfless and enthusiastic ... Xiaolan, who is only a 13-year-old girl, has a strong will like a boy; But you know how to be considerate of others.
When she had no food, she could have stretched out her hands to ask her comrades for some. She didn't do this. She chose to be silent and didn't tell anyone, and suffered for herself. At this moment, all she thought about was the interests of her comrades, ignoring her own difficulties. For the seriously injured, she could have left them to fend for themselves, but she didn't. She took good care of a wounded person without complaint or regret. A Xiaolan is still like this. It is conceivable that the quality of my great Red Army team has changed.
Being listened to grandma's story composition about old things
Footprints of growing up-I won't forget them. Everyone has their own growth process, and some are happy; I feel sad inside ... Of course, everyone's growth experience is different, and I also have my own growth experience. Some people grew up in a good environment, some people grew up in an ordinary environment, and some people grew up in a bad environment. What about my growth environment? It can be said that it belongs to the medium level! Then, let's take a look together and see how my growing experience is different from others. I remember from the time I can remember, I always thought that I was a naughty little girl, who ran out all day and didn't go home until it was dark, so that my parents didn't have to save trouble, and my family worried about looking for me every day. I often fall down, either here or there. Once, my father and mother went out to work, and my sister and I were the only ones at home. They locked the door for fear that my sister and I would run around. My sister and I have no choice but to watch TV at home. It's time for lunch, Dad, Mom ...
⑼ 6-word composition: Listening to grandparents telling stories about the past Chinese New Year
I didn't know anything about liberation, but more old stories were also learned from grandparents of the older generation. Grandma is the closest person around me. Although she has left us now, I remember her short hair, kind eyes and kind smile. Grandpa, a vice president is very solemn, and always gives me a feeling of fear, just like seeing my father.
When I was a child, the stories I heard the most were the stories my grandparents told me during the Liberation War. Although my ears were scarred by these stories, I was most impressed and inspired by these stories. Whenever grandma listens to me and reminds her of the development of the motherland, she always regrets and talks about that thrilling past.
Grandma said, "Before liberation, the country was particularly backward, poor everywhere, and always bullied by the enemy. During the war, as soon as people heard the enemy planes coming, they all ran into the bomb shelter, so scared that they didn't dare to come out for a long time, until there was no sound of planes. Being on tenterhooks all day, I am afraid that the enemy will come to "find something", which makes everyone nervous all day. Little devils often rob things everywhere. Those who look like rich families have been robbed more than once, and some even killed people. In this way, everyone has to be careful when going out. That day was simply impossible. " Grandma always sighs and says.
Grandpa often tells me about it.