It's another Double Ninth Festival, and it's also a festival for family reunion, respecting and loving the elderly! I can't help thinking of my dear grandma. Unfortunately, grandma is in Qiqihar in the far north, so I have to have a family conversation through the internet.
On the Double Ninth Festival, families get together. The bright moon seems to understand human feelings and shines brighter. There are more stars in the sky than ever before, just like the family of the moon. They may also be deeply intoxicated by this affection. ...
At eight o'clock, my father adjusted the computer, and I finally met Qiqihar's relatives on the Internet. I am very excited! Seeing my grandmother, who is nearly seventy years old, is full of vicissitudes and wrinkles, and my nose is sour. Grandma saw that I was very uncomfortable and quickly comforted me: "I am in good health. Don't be sad. When will I go back to the northeast? " ...... "Through the screen, I seem to see grandma's heart is so painful, so helpless, and there may be hidden meaning. After listening to grandma, my heart ached. I can't help but think about it, tears streaming down my face. Grandma cried when she saw me crying ... after a while, grandma nagged the same words as before: take care of yourself, eat more, don't open the door for strangers at home alone, and so on. This time, I listened more carefully than before. It seems that this is not nagging, but a gene of love, which is really warm and intimate.
This conversation made me feel the infinite care of my loved ones. Grandma, you must take care of yourself and go back to see you during the Spring Festival!
Double ninth festival composition 2
On the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, the two suns are heavy, so it is called "Double Ninth Festival", and the Double Ninth Festival is also "Old People's Day". On this day, the old people either admire chrysanthemums to cultivate their sentiments or climb mountains to exercise, adding infinite fun to the sunset.
My grandfather is almost eighty years old this year, but he has been doing his best for us. Grandpa's face is deeply engraved with deep wrinkles, and his sparse head is covered with shiny hair. And his hands still have thick calluses!
When I was a child, my parents were very busy at work, so I was entrusted to my grandfather's house. Ever since I was a child, I thought grandpa talked a lot, so he nagged me. When I was in kindergarten, he always urged me to tell me everything. I didn't expect to go to primary school, but I still talked endlessly. I should pay attention to safety, make up with my classmates and listen to the teacher. ...
Rain or shine, you always appear in my sight after school and shelter me from the wind and rain for so many years.
At home, grandpa always won't let me do this or that. He always said, "children's families, study your textbook knowledge well." I will do it. Do what you have to do! "
Grandpa is busy every day. Whenever I leave school, he will prepare delicious snacks for me and take good care of me in life. I'm afraid I'll catch cold in the middle of the night, so I often get up and cover myself with a quilt.
With the growth of the rings, my heart has reached a higher level. Grandpa's love has taught me to be a man and understand the purpose of learning. Of course, gratitude should not only stay in words, but also be put into action. Grandpa likes drinking tea. I will make a pot of fragrant tea for her every day and rub her back for her back bent by years! In my study, I thank my excellent grades. Grandpa has taught me a lot in life. Over the years, you have taught me the common sense of life!
Grandpa, the autumn of your life is the color of maple leaves. It's not that spring is better than spring, but the season in first frost is particularly radiant.
On the occasion of the Double Ninth Festival, I wish grandpa happiness, health and longevity! I also wish all grandparents in the world a long and healthy life!
Composition of Double Ninth Festival 3
Today is the Double Ninth Festival, which coincides with the holiday. I came to visit my grandfather's house.
Grandpa cooked me a delicious meal and taught me to play chess. I let him sit on the sofa. I stood behind him and patted him on the back with two small hands. Grandpa said, "It's so comfortable, my little game is sensible!" " "
Grandpa often said, "I am old and useless." Whenever I hear this sentence, I feel very sad. Seeing grandpa working so hard for me, I secretly made up my mind to be a filial child!
Composition of Double Ninth Festival 4
Mother gave us life, and parents gave our parents life-I wish all grandparents in the world a happy Double Ninth Festival.
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It's a new October, a new Double Ninth Festival, and new memories. I found the wool and scarf that had been thrown away for a long time, which seemed to open a memory for many years. I don't know how long ago, I said I would give grandma a scarf for the Double Ninth Festival. I didn't realize I was really impatient until I was halfway through knitting. Finally, this "semi-finished product" was buried in the memory together with the half roll of wool.
It was not until today that my mother mentioned that today is the Double Ninth Festival, and then called grandma to wish her a happy Double Ninth Festival that I remembered that another year had passed.
In the afternoon, I went to menstruation's house with my mother to see my little nephew. When I came back from my aunt's house, my mother treated my little nephew like a child. My mother said that my favorite when I was a child was my grandfather. When I was a child, I liked listening to music. Grandpa always played it to me over and over again. Unfortunately, my grandfather left early.
This is clear in my memory. I have no grandparents since I went ashore. My father often travels, and only my mother takes care of me. My mother is anemic, so my grandparents often help. In fact, I am very familiar with my grandfather in my memory. Remember, grandpa is very kind. He always looks at me and smiles when I play, and always protects me. But the last memory about grandpa is vague.
I only remember that when Grandpa left, many people were crying, but I had no idea what happened. I'm three years old. What can I know? Later, my mother told me that my grandfather had left. Where did grandpa go? Did he leave me? I also want my grandfather to play tapes for me. I also want to sing with the accompaniment. I also want to tell stories to my grandfather. I asked my mother, has grandpa left? What time are you coming back? Dad went to Tibet on business. Where did the master go? Did you go to dad?
It was not until I was five years old that I realized that my loving grandfather had really left, but I was not sad or sad. I believe my grandfather will watch me from heaven.
When my parents always mention my grandfather, they always say to me, "When you were young, your grandfather always said,' Good jade depends on how you carve it.' "I always smile. I have heard this sentence many times since I was a child. I believe that life can continue in another way, and I also believe that grandpa will watch me in heaven.
Composition of Double Ninth Festival 5
The golden dead leaves left the treetops, flying in the air like butterflies, and finally landed quietly on the ground in a gentle arc. Pieces of golden yellow make the most beautiful embellishment for the deserted streets, and gradually, the charm of autumn becomes stronger. Autumn is coming.
When the maple leaves are red, it is the Double Ninth Festival. I climbed the mountain in my hometown. In the past, the rugged stone path was still very cordial, and the scenery along the way remained the same, but I felt even sadder, because what I saw and the people I thought of were different. Yes, the Double Ninth Festival will inevitably remind people of the past, the past, and everything in the past, which will inevitably make people feel hurt. Inadvertently, I remembered my late dear uncle again. The laughter and laughter I had with my uncle reappeared in my difficulties, which made my thoughts of him stronger in the autumn wind.
Last year's Double Ninth Festival, it was not long ago, but it seemed very long. Uncle was still with us at that time. He is a very lively and lovely old man, because he has an evergreen, new and generous heart. His smile is so bright, clear and kind that it reminds me of Maitreya. Everything about him infects the sunshine around him.
However, the irreversible natural law of birth, old age, illness and death finally made uncle a thing of the past, leaving us only pieces of memories like maple leaves, which rustled down and weighed heavily on our hearts. That hearty smile has been frozen ever since. At that moment, I seemed to grow up, understood the joys and sorrows of the world, understood the meaning of family, and understood that we should cherish all this in the world.
Today, on the Double Ninth Festival, I stand on the mountain and learn the autumn wind.
Mixed with thoughts, my thoughts are messed up. Throughout the ages, people like to grieve for autumn and value Chongyang. I finally understand where this "sadness" comes from. At this moment, I am chewing the charm of this poem repeatedly, savoring the heavy thoughts contained in "One Man Less", including the helplessness of reality and the recollection of the past. In this blurred autumn color, I tried to find the precious picture of yesterday's scene. Unconsciously, the sun has slipped into the mountains, like a yellow pomegranate.
"to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night." I mused in my heart and set foot on my way home. ...
Composition of Double Ninth Festival 6
"Alas," the old man looked out of the window, shook his head and sighed. Outside the window, a leaf reluctantly left the embrace of the mother tree and threw it into a golden ocean, turning into small waves. Autumn is a sentimental season, and the old man's heart is as lonely as this autumn.
As the sun sets, the fiery red clouds on the horizon are particularly dazzling. Some old people can't sit still, and their hearts are rippling. Today is the Double Ninth Festival. They promised me to come back early! Will there be an accident on the road? As soon as the idea appeared, the old man interrupted his train of thought.
Outside the window, a crow flew by, looking for bugs among the leaves, and found it, but it was not in a hurry to eat. Instead, it flew up the tree with a bug in its mouth. It is in memory of its parents. The old man smiles, and the crow's filial piety is commendable! The old man stared at the little crow's every move outside the window, but hoped that the crow was his own child.
For a long time, the old man touched the food on the table, and the "cold" tone revealed helplessness and unbearable loneliness.
It was dark outside the window, only the morning star shone faintly. "Double Ninth Festival, Double Ninth Festival. . . . . "The old man chanted, but his thoughts flew back to the past:
"Come, children, have a meal? ! "He shouted happily like a father. A big boy took the little girl's hand and jumped on the dining table, coquetry to ask his mother to help them with food. His mother smiled and agreed, and the family was happy.
Now, my wife has left. "Alas," the old man sighed again.
Ding is singing happily on the phone. The old man picked up the receiver trembling, and his son's loud voice came from the other end.
"Dad, I have to work overtime in the company tonight. I can't get rid of it. Chongyang can't go home You should always take care! " The old man answered, then put down the receiver and secretly tried to wipe away the tears in the corner of his eyes.
Having a daughter, the old man comforted himself.
Then, there was a dead silence.
The ringing of the telephone broke the silence, and the old man picked up the receiver with trembling hands.
"Hello"
Daughter is her voice. The old man's eyes sparkled with excitement in the dark and then disappeared. Only he knows that his heart is warm.
"dad"
The old man's heart is about to jump out of his chest.
"I took my daughter to dinner today and didn't come back to eat. I wish you. "
The old man didn't hear what he was saying clearly, but he felt that countless snowballs hit him, which made his heart ache and cold.
In the dark, the old man fumbled for his job. Delicious food reached his mouth, but it was bitter. A muddy old tear fell into the rice bowl.
The old man sat, sitting like a statue. It was dark and his heart was black, but the only child who could bring him light did not come.
Surrounded by darkness? Looking at the old man, he seems to have fallen into a bottomless pit. The only force that can pull him up? Love didn't come.
The reunion dinner on the table is cold. The crow's cry came from the window. Originally so cheerful, at this time it plunged into the old man's heart like a needle.
How should the old man spend the night?
Alas, Double Ninth Festival, Double Ninth Festival, is this "Old People's Day"?