Grandma, she has retired from the post of bank accountant and is over 70 years old. Her silver hair is mixed with a few strands of moss, and the deep wrinkles on her forehead record the vicissitudes of time. However, grandma's beautiful pen handwriting is timeless, and her skill of counting money by hand is amazing, and its speed and accuracy are no less than that of the current money counter. It turned out that grandma was a technical expert of the unit when she was in office, and she participated in technical competitions many times with excellent results. I guess: my great-grandmother's generation must be very rich to cultivate such an excellent daughter. But grandma said, "No, my family was poor when I was a child."
My grandparents love me more than my parents. 1 Grade, Grade 2, Grade 3, Grade 4, grew up in Wuyishan and spent the rest of his life at his grandparents' house. My grandmother has been taking care of everything since I was born, and I grew up happily in my grandfather's house. My parents have been working in other places, and I often think of them. At this time, grandma has been comforting me until I am happy. Grandpa is very responsible for me. Every day he drives me to and from school and helps me study. In order that I can study at the next level, I have many learning tools at home-dictionaries, copybooks, all kinds of books and pens ... they buy me anything I can use. Grandparents care about me in every way. Especially when I am sick, I will definitely embrace your love for me in the future. I love you!
2. Diaries of my grandparents and me.
The story of grandpa and grandma
2010 65438+1at 9: 00 am on October 22nd, grandpa and grandma (almost at the same time) ended their 90-year-old lives peacefully together. During the period of serious illness, grandparents often comforted everyone and said: War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, the Northern Jiangsu War and the Huaihai Campaign have survived so many dangerous and tragic battles. We have outlived those dead comrades by 60 or 70 years. We are glad that we are still alive and face life and death calmly!
194 1 year, an anti-Japanese bonfire was lit in the hometown of northern Jiangsu. One night in September, grandpa put on the coarse military uniform of the New Fourth Army and came to the reeds beside Hongze Lake. Since then, I have experienced eight years of blood and fire, life and death in the bonfire of the Anti-Japanese War, at the foot of Maling Mountain in northern Jiangsu and in the smoke of Huaihai Campaign.
(1) Grandpa's Anti-Japanese War Years
Kill thirteen Japanese devils.
1942 One evening in the summer, a Japanese brigade attacked the logistics organs of the New Fourth Army. In order to cover the transfer of organs, grandpa's guard class stopped at the front line. At the last moment when the bullets were finished and all the other comrades in the class were killed, grandpa grabbed a big knife and rushed out of the position. At that time, the four Japanese soldiers who rushed up were shocked, and then they all brushed the bullets out to prepare for a confrontation with Grandpa. Grandpa suddenly took out a Grenade and threw it into the enemy group with lightning speed, and plunged into the reeds. ...
Grandpa said that in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression for five years, he killed thirteen devils and more than twenty puppet troops, which made great contributions to War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression's victory!
(2) Grandparents joined hands and made great achievements in the war in northern Jiangsu.
A platoon attacked an enemy brigade.
After the war in northern Jiangsu, grandpa's second platoon fell behind because of poor communication! The troops hid in a small village in the northeast of Suqian Caoji. As a platoon leader, don't mention how anxious it is.
My grandmother is an underground party member in Daxing District, Suqian. After collecting detailed information that the enemy's 35th brigade is gathering east of Caoji Street, she happened to bump into my grandfather's team on her way back. Fighting or withdrawing has become a top priority! My grandfather said: all the troops are not as good as the second platoon, and they are less than one kilometer away from the enemy headquarters. You can take him by surprise. Finally, the whole platoon of soldiers unanimously decided to have a Tigerheart!
The whole platoon of 40 soldiers first advanced more than a mile in concealment, and then went straight to the enemy command center like a tiger descending the mountain. After fierce fighting, they blew up the enemy command center and annihilated more than 20 enemy communication platoon members! The enemy found him alone and quickly organized troops to surround him. Grandpa struggled to break through to the south and happened to meet our eighth and ninth regiments! Later, under the decisive decision of Chen Yi and Su Yu, Suqian North Wuxu wiped out the enemy in only half a day, and no one was killed or injured in Grandpa's second platoon!
(3) The Huaihai Campaign destroyed everything.
Chen Yi once said: The victory of Huaihai Campaign was "pushed" by hundreds of thousands of people in the old liberated areas with wheelbarrows. My grandmother was a member of hundreds of thousands of former teams. Her previous team was half China. ...
In the Huaihai Campaign, Grandpa's troops became more and more brave. They once destroyed an enemy company with a company's strength and captured an enemy battalion with a company's strength. They chased all the way to Chenguanzhuang, Henan, and captured Du alive.
(4) "Pig Bajie" is carrying his daughter-in-law.
Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, my grandparents were elderly people, and the marriage problem was imminent. When grandpa boldly confessed to grandma, it caused a burst of laughter. Everyone thinks it is impossible: my grandfather is only 1.5 meters tall, while my grandmother is 1.7 meters tall. She is a' big beauty'! Pig Bajie wants to eat swan meat? That's what comrades say. But my grandfather never gave up and accepted my grandmother's proposal: as long as he carried her to the top of Maling Mountain in front of the military camp in one breath, he promised to marry him! Grandpa was out of breath when he walked halfway up the mountain with his grandmother on his back, but in the end they became a centenarian couple!
1949 10, grandpa took his soldiers to Suqian city wall and fired a shot into the air to celebrate the founding of new China. Two years later, my grandparents responded to the call and returned to their hometowns to support agricultural production and became ordinary farmers.
In a few days, it will be the anniversary of grandparents' death. Grandparents: How much I love you and miss you! Grandparents, I will definitely remember your words: study hard and serve the motherland when I grow up!
3. Yin composed The Story of My Grandma.
1. Like many people in that era, with the orders of parents and the words of matchmakers, grandparents and two strangers came together, married and had children, and lived together. Sometimes I wonder, will there be love between grandparents? They never met before they got married. After marriage, grandma does housework and brings up the older children, and spends all her time on daily necessities. She is a traditional and typical wife and mother. Grandpa went to be a soldier after marriage, running around all day, not taking care of his family, not doing any housework, relying entirely on his grandmother to serve him and take care of this family. Grandparents have been together for decades. As long as I can remember, I haven't seen them quarreling, blushing and living as plain as a glass of boiled water. Will there be love between them? This is a habit! Two people get used to being together for a long time, and neither can live without the other. Perhaps this is the so-called love life, grow old together. At least that's what I always thought. In modern people's minds, love is vigorous, vows of eternal love and romantic mood. Vigorous love makes people * * * burn, and the oath of "the mountain has no edges, the heaven and the earth are United, and you dare to be alone" is touching. Until one time, I changed my mind. At that time, grandma was ill, very ill. Grandma has worked hard day and night for this family and has no regrets. She has a headache and a fever. She endured it and never told anyone, for fear of causing trouble to her children and wife. But that time, I was really sick. Grandpa kept silent, learned to wash clothes and cook, learned to carry a basket to the market to buy food, learned to bargain, and learned to calculate daily necessities and meals. Grandpa is not an expressive person. He always keeps some things to himself. He just used actions to express his concern and guilt for his grandmother. Grandpa, who has never done housework for most of his life, is clumsy, but he can also wash clothes and cook. As children and grandchildren, they take time off in shifts to take care of their grandparents, but they insist on not letting them, for fear of delaying our work and study. Grandpa said, "I can take care of Lao Wang myself." Go, I'm still strong. " We didn't refuse. This is all grandpa's efforts. He will try his best to take care of this family and make up for what he owes his grandmother for most of his life. Grandma's illness is getting worse and worse, and grandpa's housework is becoming more and more skilled. There is often an old man with silver hair in the ward. I saw him sitting by the bed, feeding his wife and chatting with her from time to time. They are so quiet, serene and warm. Although I don't talk much, my actions and eyes are full of concern and attachment to each other. Grandma in the hospital bed looked very happy ... I happened to see a notebook when I was cleaning the house, which was grandpa's. There is a diary that reads: "I am sometimes afraid that Lao Wang will leave. If she leaves, maybe my big trip will not be far away." Suddenly, I cried. I completely understand, I suddenly understand what is life and death and * * *, what is your future, and what is the most beautiful love in the world. Perhaps it is the superb medical skills of doctors, the strength of grandma, everyone's care, grandpa's inner call and grandma's miraculous recovery. Grandpa smiled and laughed happily. My heart was shocked, and I suddenly remembered a poem in the Book of Songs: "Life and death are rich, and children inherit it." Hold your hand and grow old with your son. " 2. When I was a child, I often liked to lie on the platform in the corridor, watching one or two birds flying in the blue sky and squinting and thinking, "Can I fly?" I heard grandma say, "Come down, son!" " Shout, I'll write with grandpa. Then I jumped down from the wooden chair, picked up a big wooden chair heavier than me, and staggered back to the house. Because I am short, I have been lying on the table by the big wooden chair. That's a wooden chair made by grandpa, with scarlet paint on it, but I knelt on it for a long time and a lot of paint was worn off by me. However, grandpa has been gone for five years! Now, I have grown up. There is no platform for me to lie down in the corridor, and there is no big wooden chair painted with cinnabar. Sometimes, I will sit on the big wooden table, look at the sky from the window and think about my grandfather, but that sky is always caught by the window protector. I will squint and think, "Can I fly?" My thoughts keep flying, I really want to go back to the past! Grandpa grew up in the countryside, but he has three sons and two daughters, most of whom live in cities. It can be said that dad is the pride of grandpa, and I am also the pride of grandpa! I am the most favored grandson. Grandpa often says to others, "My second son's daughter is Ye Maoqing, and she is a promising child! She has ideals that hurt us old couple. Every time her parents send us a letter, she always writes two pieces of paper! " When I was a child, I always heard my mother talk about how my grandparents were when they received my letters. I didn't understand it at that time, but I was happy to know that they were happy, so I was also very happy. Sometimes my eyes get wet when I think about it, and then I don't think about it soon, because I have a little hazy memory. Grandpa once told me to be strong and not to cry easily. My grandfather and I don't have many memories. The most profound one is to spend the New Year in my hometown. I have chicken pox, which is a very painful and strange infectious disease. Because of that disease, I have a lot of acne and it's itchy. As soon as I scratch it, it breaks and water comes out. If I don't treat it in time, I will leave a scar, which will be transmitted to children and not to adults. So I can't play with my sister. Very boring. All this was seen by my grandfather. Grandpa quickly put down his work, told me the story of cocoon from ear to ear, and fried Chinese medicine for me. Because of the bitterness, I was coaxed to drink in various ways. The composition "My Composition with Grandpa" was written in the fourth grade of primary school. However, I just don't live up to expectations and throw up as soon as I drink it. That uncomfortable feeling can be described as unforgettable. So, I remember it very clearly, and I know that everyone is in a hurry. The next day, grandpa made an unexpected decision and took me to see a doctor one kilometer away. Although it is winter, the sun is so strong that I can't open my eyes. Grandpa rides a bike very fast and the wind is naughty. I am very happy! I vaguely remember grandpa singing and coaxing me on the muddy road. When I got home, I had dinner. Grandpa let me take medicine first. I don't remember how much I took, but it seems that the medicine is white and small, wrapped in paper. Then I got better and better. In this way, year after year, I can't remember how many letters I wrote to my grandfather, how many phone calls I made, and how many times I went to the bus station ... One day, my grandfather finally came to Changsha City to "enjoy his old age"! However, things are not as simple as I thought! Grandpa lives in my house. As far as I can remember, grandpa stayed in bed and went to the hospital. My mother often went to the hospital and took me there several times, but I only have few memories of it. There are two beds, like a TV, white sheets, bedding and curtains. However, grandpa went to heaven after all, the mysterious and happy world. I didn't see grandpa for the last time, and I can't remember the scene at that time, but I have a little impression. After grandpa left, I went to my hometown with my parents and uncle and attended his funeral. Grandpa's last wish is to be buried in the land where he has lived for decades. I didn't cry when I knelt in front of my grandfather's portrait. I thought to myself, "Grandpa, I will be strong." However, after getting on the bus, tears still flowed out and kept flowing. "Grandpa can't see!" "Grandma said grandpa was taken away by an ambulance. Grandma once said it for five years. I didn't understand it then, but now I understand it, so my heart hurts badly when I hear the sound of an ambulance. Grandpa's face is a little vague in my mind, but what is not vague is his unchanging smile. Grandpa must be an angel in heaven, so I want to be an angel. Me and my grandfather Me and my grandfather
4. A touching composition about me and my grandmother.
I have a good grandmother. She has white hair, eyes that always smile, and a mouth that smiles at me every day is embedded under her eyes. She is very kind.
Grandma is a very thrifty person. Once, my grandmother and I went shopping. I saw grandma's leather shoes were quite worn, so I told her. "Grandma, your shoes are too worn. Let me accompany you to buy a pair. " I thought grandma had gone back to the supermarket or shoe store, but she took my little hand to the stall selling shoes. Grandma took a fancy to a pair of black leather shoes. Ask the stall owner: "How much are these leather shoes?" "Sell 10 yuan." The seller said. "Is it 8 yuan?" "Grandpa, I can't earn a penny for selling 8 yuan." "Then give me a pair." Grandma said. Grandma took out 10 yuan from her pocket and paid it to the seller.
Later, grandma took my little hand and walked to the supermarket. I asked on the road; "Grandma, what are you doing there?" Grandma replied, "You'll know when you get there." Grandma took me to the supermarket to the place where walnuts were sold. Grandma went in and took a look. I asked,' Grandma, do you want to buy walnuts? Grandma said, "You have to recite words again. The exam is coming soon. I'll buy you some walnuts to replenish your brain." I looked at the bid price, 39 yuan 1 kg. Grandma packed the bag, and the seller weighed it and said; "A 98 yuan." Grandma didn't hesitate to take out 100 yuan from her pocket, and the seller changed two yuan. You see, grandma is so hard on herself and so generous to me.
Another time, I didn't do well in the English exam and went home dejectedly. Grandma guessed that I didn't do well in the exam and said, "How many points did I get in the exam?" I said hesitantly, "Eight ... Ten." Grandma hugged me and smiled. "It doesn't matter if you don't do well in the exam. As long as you are serious, I believe you will do well in the next exam. " After listening to grandma's encouragement, I have confidence again.
My good grandma, thank you for your love!
5. A 350-word composition of my grandparents and me.
Me, my grandparents and my father. ! ,! ,,! In fact, the invasion has already taken place. I don't want to be fine-you don't even know if the law is right. You are my distressed love, a stock market, energy saving. I've read enough. I don't want to share information with anyone after reading America. It is true that it happened at once. Some of you either don't want you, or you can't educate yourself! That's all you have to do. 1. lime song: praise lime. Chant: chant. Refers to a name of the genre of ancient poetry (a form of ancient poetry).
2. Hammer Digging: Numerous hammer digs describe that it is very difficult to mine lime. One thousand, ten thousand: function words, describing a lot. Hammer: Hammer. Chisel: to cut.
3. If you are free: This seems very common. If: as if, as if; Leisure: normal and relaxed.
4. Xiongnu: All of them.
5. Innocence: refers to the pure white color of lime, and also refers to noble moral integrity. Humans: Humans.
It can only be extracted from the deep mountains after being struck by thousands of hammers. It regards the burning of the burning fire as a very common thing.
I'm not afraid of being smashed to pieces. I want to remain innocent in the world17416214992567492582 @ qqblade. I don't want to maliciously slander my face for a long time. I want to read the status bar directory reasonably on the spot. I don't want to go to class. The idea of a digital camera is as energetic as the Shanxi team doctor. My road is full of tears and stray dog bullshit. I don't want to go to work, I don't want to go to class. Happy Caen Day to housewives. Everything seems to be his localized author.
6. Ask for a story between my grandma and me.
I remember when I was in the fifth grade, I was very hungry when I took the shuttle bus home every night, and sometimes I couldn't help shouting twice. Later, I don't know when there will always be an extra steamed bun on the kitchen table. Steamed bread is black and white, and you can tell at a glance that it is made of miscellaneous grains. It's loose and soft in your hand, and it tastes a little hot. Needless to say, grandma must have prepared this for me. In fact, in many people's eyes, steamed bread is just an ordinary food, but for a hungry person-for example, if I take a bite, there is a sweet and fragrant taste between my lips and teeth, and I take a few bites happily from time to time. People who don't know think I stole the queen mother's Xiantao! I will savor this delicious steamed bread bit by bit every day, but I won't finish it. I will put the remaining half on the steamer to keep warm until my grandmother who works in the field comes back for dinner, which can replenish my strength. After all, grandma is over 60 years old. But many times, my grandmother always prevaricated and gave me steamed bread for some reason, but I turned my head and refused to eat it. Every time grandma can't help my stubbornness, she can only eat the remaining steamed bread with tears in her eyes. It seems that eating a sweet steamed bun every night has become a common practice. The love hidden in steamed bread will stay in our hearts forever, accompanying grandma through spring, summer, autumn and winter. ...
7. Touching story My grandmother wrote 600 words.
My grandmother has a pair of calloused hands. Dad often says that he likes grandma's hands very much.
My grandmother has a pair of dexterous hands. Grandma likes knitting sweaters. She can embroider the famous fable fairy tale "The Race between the Tortoise and the Rabbit" on her hand, and she can also "give birth" to a newly hatched chicken. The chicken looks furry and very cute! When winter came, grandma carefully knitted me a beautiful wool hat to keep me from getting sick. I took my hat to school and took it out when I got home from school. Many students can't help asking me, "Liu, your hat is really beautiful." Where did you buy it? " How much did it cost? "I proudly told them," it wasn't bought, it was knitted by my grandmother. "
My grandmother also has a pair of magical hands. Grandma's hands can make things that others don't like to eat, so my brother and I both like to eat grandma's cooking. On Dragon Boat Festival, grandma got up early and bought some red beans, red dates and meat. From the market. Grandma mixed the glutinous rice and prepared to make zongzi. Grandma's jiaozi is so exciting. It's all tight and triangular, like pieces of dark green triangular building blocks. It's especially beautiful. When the delicious zongzi came out of the pot, my brother and I couldn't wait to catch it and eat it. I peeled a red bean zongzi, ah! It smells good! It smells like red beans, glutinous rice and Zongye ... I don't know how many flavors there are. I couldn't bear it any longer, so I quickly took a big bite. It tastes great! Jiaozi wrapped by grandma is not as soft and firm as the one bought on the street, which makes people feel chewy. When I finish eating a zongzi, I will look at my brother. He has eaten three big meat dumplings.
My grandmother has a pair of hardworking hands. She has done a lot for us. My family and I are very grateful for these hands.
8. Love story between my grandmother and me
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9. Composition The story of my grandmother and me is 500 words.
I remember when I was in the fifth grade, I was very hungry when I took the shuttle bus home every night, and sometimes I couldn't help shouting twice for nothing.
Later, I don't know when there will always be an extra steamed bun on the kitchen table. Steamed bread is black and white, and you can tell at a glance that it is made of miscellaneous grains. It's loose and soft in your hand, and it tastes a little hot. Needless to say, grandma must have prepared this for me.
In fact, in many people's eyes, steamed bread is just an ordinary food, but for a hungry person-for example, if I take a bite, there is a sweet and fragrant taste between my lips and teeth, and I take a few bites happily from time to time. People who don't know think I stole the queen mother's Xiantao!
I will savor this delicious steamed bread bit by bit every day, but I won't finish it. I will put the remaining half on the steamer to keep warm until my grandmother who works in the field comes back for dinner, which can replenish my strength. After all, grandma is over 60 years old. But many times, my grandmother always prevaricated and gave me steamed bread for some reason, but I turned my head and refused to eat it. Every time grandma can't help my stubbornness, she can only eat the remaining steamed bread with tears in her eyes.
It seems that eating a sweet steamed bun every night has become a common practice. The love hidden in steamed bread will stay in our hearts forever, accompanying grandma through spring, summer, autumn and winter. ...
I hope I can help you and adopt it. Thank you.