During the day, I would play with my grandmother on the kang, sometimes I would play cards with my grandmother, and my grandmother would not play, so we would both mess around, and my grandmother would say that I was cheating, and then she would tickle me, and I was so happy at that time, I really wanted to do it again, but my grandmother is really old now, and she has no strength. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoSometimes my grandmother would lie down and watch me pick up stones, sew shuttlecocks, or write and draw. I can't sleep at night, so I like to listen to my grandmother's stories and riddles, and I will never get tired of telling those stories no matter how many times they are told. That's it, every day of the holiday I was with my grandmother, never went out by myself, and didn't play with classmates, at that time Shazikou was a strange place for me, the most familiar is the small space with my grandmother, but I was very satisfied, very happy.

But it is inevitable that there will be sad times, when the holiday is over, I will leave my grandmother to go to my grandmother's house, at that time my grandmother will send me to the door with a crutch, I will see the tears on my grandmother's face, grandma's attachment, I can read it reluctantly, I will tell grandma that I will come back on the weekend. When I close my eyes at night, I will see my grandmother waving at the door, and I will think that my grandmother is alone again tonight, and I can't help but cry.

I also learned a lot of things with my grandmother, especially one sentence that left a deep impression, "It's hard to ask for people, it's hard to go to heaven!" "I will always remember that grandma doesn't like to beg people, she can do it herself, so I am now, I don't like to trouble others, and so far, I haven't said a word "begging" to others, and I don't like people to always say "please", so I will be very disgusted and disgusted.

Now, grandma is really old, and I'm growing up, but I can't always accompany grandma, grandma is still alone, but she lives at my aunt's house now, I feel very happy, grandma won't be lonely anymore, but I don't want to go often because she is at my aunt's house, I don't know why, maybe I like the feeling of only being with grandma.

I love the taste of grandma's house, I like the feeling of being with grandma, I love grandma, I can't express my feelings for grandma no matter how many times I say it!

Grandma's love

Grandma's love

This happened in my home, and here's what happened.

One hot day, I walked down the path of my house and thought to myself: how happy I would be if my aunt and my grandmother came to my house. Thinking like this, I came to the door of my house, and as soon as I opened the door, I saw my aunt and my grandmother, and I ran to my grandmother as fast as I could. Say, "Hello, grandma." ”

Then, I hugged my grandmother. Suddenly, I felt my grandmother's hardship and said with tears in my eyes, "Grandma, you have suffered. The grandmother said, "My grandson, I am not afraid of suffering, as long as you can grow white and fat, it is worth my suffering." "When I heard this, I promised my grandmother that I would eat more in the future.

When it was time to eat, I ate more in order to please my grandmother. But my grandmother didn't eat, so she kept looking at me and giving me a pickle, and I said, "Grandma, you are also full, or I won't eat either." After that, my grandmother began to eat, but my grandmother's eyes were always looking at me. After a while, grandma was leaving, and I was very reluctant to let grandma go. I said, "Grandma, you must come back," and after speaking, grandma's figure gradually left me.

I thought to myself: Grandma, although you have left me, your figure has always been in my heart, although you have left me, but your words have always been engraved in my heart.

Grandma, you have always been my dear grandma.

Grandma's back

In my eyes, my grandmother is amazing and the closest person to me.

When I was a child, how many times did my grandmother carry me on her back in the fields, in front of the stove, on muddy paths. I remember touching my grandmother's hair with my hand: "Grandma's hair has a white thread. "Slowly I grew taller, and the "white lines" on my milk ** changed from one to two or three...... My grandmother was old, but I didn't understand it at the time. When I was 6 years old, I went to elementary school (we were still living in the countryside, the school was far away from home, and my parents were working in the city), and my grandmother got up early every day to cook and pick me up on time, no matter the wind or rain. Whenever I crossed the river at the entrance of the village, my grandmother always carried me on her back. The river is not deep, but it is early winter, so it must be very cold. I lay on my grandmother's back, ah, so warm, so comfortable. Grandma walked slower than before, and I patted my grandmother on the back with my hand: "Grandma go quickly, grandma come on." "Looking back now, I regret it. I think of the cold water, the biting wind, and the slow movement of my grandmother, and my heart does not tremble, ah, grandma......

Grandma's back is the cradle and the classroom. Once, my grandmother carried me under the grape trellis of Uncle Lee's house, and I picked a grape and put it in my mouth: "Uncle's grapes are so sweet." "Grandma put me on the ground heavily, and the kind and kind grandma in my eyes was gone. Grandma got angry, got angry, and beat me up hard. I cried and felt very wronged. Just because I picked a grape, didn't my grandmother like me? Grandma leaned down and wiped the tears from my face, and with a sigh she said, "Good boys don't take other people's things; Be innocent,......" I sobbed and nodded. More than ten years have passed, and I can't forget it, and I will never forget what my grandmother said: "Be innocent...... be innocent" My grandmother taught me the first lesson in life.

I'm growing up, and I don't have to carry my grandmother anymore; Grandma is older and walks more slowly.

During the summer vacation, my grandmother and I returned to our hometown and returned to the places I knew when we were children. When I came to the river, there were 2 scenes from the past. Look at the milk *** hair next to me has been completely white, and the face is also deeply engraved with the traces of hardship and labor at that time, carved the care and infinite for me. My eyes were blurry and I was determined to carry my grandmother across the river.

It's still this river, and the water is still so quiet, so clear, so slow. It seems that everything has not changed, except that today I crossed the river with my grandmother on my back, and I am very happy and excited. Grandma was on my back, looking very excited, and I felt her chest rise and fall rapidly, and her breathing was even more tense than when she carried me. My grandmother muttered to herself on my hungry back, "I really didn't expect that there would be a day when my granddaughter would cross this river on my grandmother's back." I grew up on my grandmother's back, and the number of times my grandmother carried me is incalculable, but I only carried my grandmother once, and my grandmother was satisfied. Ah, grandma......