Appreciation of the paragraphs describing grandfather in Xiao Hong's Grandfather

My grandfather lives in a small town on the Hulan River.

When I was born, my grandfather was over sixty years old. When I was four or five years old, my grandfather was almost seventy.

There is a big garden in my home. There are bees, butterflies, dragonflies and grasshoppers in this garden. Butterflies include white butterflies and yellow butterflies. This kind of butterfly is very small and not very beautiful. The beautiful butterfly is red and covered with gold powder.

Dragonflies are golden, grasshoppers are green, bees are buzzing, covered in fluff, and fall on a flower, as fat as a ball of fur.

The garden is bright, red, green, fresh and beautiful.

It is said that this garden used to be an orchard. Grandma likes eating fruit, so she planted an orchard. Grandma likes raising sheep again, so the sheep ate the fruit trees. So all the fruit trees died. As far as I can remember, there is only one cherry tree and one plum tree in the garden. Because neither cherry nor plum bears fruit, I thought they did not exist. When I was a child, I only thought there was a big elm tree in the garden.

The elm tree is in the northwest corner of the garden. When the wind comes, the elm whistles first. When it rains, the big elm smokes first. As soon as the sun comes out, the leaves of the big elm tree shine like mussels on the beach.

Grandpa was in the backyard all day, and I followed him in the backyard. My grandfather brought a big straw hat and I wore a small one. When my grandfather planted flowers, so did I. Grandpa pulls weeds and I pull weeds. When grandpa planted Chinese cabbage, I followed behind and paved the planted soil nests with my feet. Where can I slip accurately? One foot in the east and one foot in the west. Some not only did not cover the seeds with soil, but kicked them away.

Chinese cabbage grows quickly, germinates in a few days, and can be pulled down and eaten in the blink of an eye.

Grandpa shovels, I shovel; Because I was too young to carry the hoe pole, my grandfather pulled it down and let me shovel it with the hoe's "head" alone. In fact, where there is a shovel, you just climb on the ground and hook it with a hoe for a while. I can't tell which is the seedling and which is the grass. Leek is often cut as a weed, and green bristlegrass is kept as an ear of wheat. middle

? This sentence is very popular, but it has profound meaning.

It shows a beautiful picture of life.

Can reflect the child's psychology.

Can show personality very well.

Love grandpa, tolerant and kind.

I-naughty and naive.

It can well reflect the deep affection between grandparents and grandchildren.

China is a famous modern woman writer. Heilongjiang Hulan County, formerly known as Zhang Naiying, pen names Yinqiao, Lingling and Tiandi.

Xiao Hong, known as "the goddess of literature in 1930s", is the most miserable woman among the four talented women in the Republic of China and a legend. She has the same life experience as Li Qingzhao, a poet, and has been in extreme pain and ups and downs, which can be described as a more unfortunate one. However, she faces the whole secular world with a weak and sickly body. In the national disaster, she experienced rebellion, awakening and struggle, and fought against fate again and again. Although her works do not directly describe her experience, they add a deep understanding of human nature and society to female consciousness. She takes "the ignorance of human nature" and "transforming the national soul" as artistic pursuits, and deeply calls for democratic spirit and personality consciousness in "the ruthless analysis of traditional consciousness and cultural mentality". Xiao Hong's life is a life of struggle and struggle without bowing to fate. It should be said that the appearance of Xiao Jun directly affected her fate, triggered her to start literary creation, and she entered her life.

Xiao Hong left a shining footprint in the history of modern literature in China with his landmark works such as Life and Death Field and Biography of Hulan River.

Xiao Hong lived in the world for only thirty-one years, but with the blazing fire of life, he cast nearly one million vivid and beautiful characters with national spirit.

Whether it is novels, essays, poems or plays, Xiao Hong's writing always shines with the light of realism. This has earned her a high reputation in the hearts of readers at home and abroad. The disaster of the motherland, the decline of hometown and personal frustrations make this book full of bitterness and cynicism.

In the article Grandfather, the author described the deep feelings between himself and his grandfather with fluent words. Plain, simple and in place narrative makes people feel that there is a warm affection between grandparents and grandchildren. It is this plain narrative that makes people see a kind and kind grandfather with a childlike innocence.

I don't seem to have many memories about me and my grandfather. The only thing I remember is the lingering pain and the buffalo that seems to lift me to the sky with its sharp horns. My childhood with my grandfather was too bitter and painful, which gave me selective memories. Incorporating this article makes people suddenly feel "jealous". Looking at the interesting stories of their parents and grandchildren, I seem to want to join them, pick roses together and play in the yard together. Deep affection and deep love will be beyond words in this eloquent narrative. That kind of scene seems to be a little laughter in a small corner, but it has the feeling that the sky is high and the clouds are light, and it will never touch the edge.

In fact, the world between me and my grandfather is the whole world. The article is not so much about grandpa as about his image, showing infinite affection and warm feelings flowing slowly in his heart. Plain narration is the truest and truest feeling. As for my grandfather, in my mind, it is more my grandfather who grew up after I left my hometown, the hometown snacks he brought when he visited me in the city, and his aging face. These years that slip away quietly in my life are the strength and affection between my grandfather and me that I often look back on.

Love grandpa, tolerant and kind.