Missing my grandpa 1 The room was quiet, and I could only hear the sound of the air conditioner. At this moment, I stood at the window, feeling the coolness brought by the wind, and a picture suddenly came to my mind.
I remember when I was six years old, it was crisp in autumn. We got up early and set foot on the road to the Shanghai World Expo. Along the way, I have been jumping on my grandfather's leg, pinching your face with my little paws from time to time, making you "scarred". But you didn't say a word, let me "create" my little world in your face. You are willing to introduce me to all kinds of plants in the green belt. When it's time to eat, you let me eat by myself, while I sit in my chair and look around, turning a deaf ear to your words. It can be said that one ear goes in and the other ear goes out. You put down the chopsticks with a smile, picked up my bowl, picked up my spoon, and gave it to me spoon by spoon, lest I burn it. Every bite should be blown first, and then carefully sent to my mouth.
Last week, on my birthday, you took a day off without thinking about it, specially celebrated my birthday at home, and brought me blueberry birthday cake. It is covered with snow-white cream, dotted with sweet blueberries and red pitaya cut into small pieces, shining in the light. As soon as I saw this cake, I couldn't wait to become a miniature version of Li Peiyun and get into it and eat it indiscriminately. When eating the cake, you deliberately put the biggest cream flower on my plate, but you chose a small one yourself. My mother told me this scene afterwards, and I was so ashamed that I vowed to think of my grandfather when I ate anything delicious in the future.
Grandpa, you must be thinking about us at this time. Do you really want to take us to the supermarket for shopping, go for a walk in the park, eat and play with us? ...
The moon hangs in the night, and the moonlight shines on the earth, bringing a little coolness to the earth, but at this moment I feel a little desolate. Moon, moon, can you ask my dear grandpa when he can come and spend time with my sister and me?
Miss grandpa's composition 2 is another year of pear blossom. I stood under the pear tree and stared blankly at the petals falling with the wind. In the dim light, I seem to have returned to the familiar House of Commons and seen familiar people.
"Grandpa! Grandpa! " I excitedly ran into the house and threw myself into grandpa's arms. Grandpa subconsciously held me in his arms and rubbed my hair habitually. "What's the matter, why are you so happy today?" Grandpa smiled at me and asked. "Pears are in full bloom in the yard." "Yes, go out and have a look." Grandpa put me on the ground, took my hand and walked to the pear tree in the yard, and then carried a bucket of water by himself.
When watering, my grandfather and I squatted under the tree. Grandpa said while watering, "This pear tree was planted with your grandmother when you were born. Counting it, it has been seven or eight years. " Grandpa seemed a little sad when he said this, but I couldn't understand his abnormal tone at that time. I just stupidly grabbed my grandfather's sleeve and said to him, "Grandpa, when I grow up, I will pick pears for you!" " Grandpa listened, rubbed my hair and said with a smile, "Well, grandpa is waiting to eat the pears you picked." "Then the two of us will retractor. When I grow up, I will definitely pick pears for you myself. " Grandpa also stretched out his finger and said with a smile, "Good!"
"Pull the hook and hang it, and don't change it for a hundred years." In the small yard, our laughter echoed everywhere for a long time.
My thoughts came back, and when I remembered my agreement with my grandfather, I still had a sweet smile on my lips, as if my grandfather was around and nothing had changed.
Later, because of my mother's work, I bought a house. Gradually, I have less and less time to come back here. But whenever I am sad and depressed, I don't want to come back here. Only here will I feel really relaxed and at ease.
Another year of pear blossoms. I think under the pear tree, looking at the petals falling with the wind, I can't help but feel a little confused. The pear tree is still there. Where are the people who can plant trees?
For an instant, I seemed to understand the strangeness in grandpa's voice, which was the helplessness to things and people and the fleeting time.
Family ties will always be our wealth.
I miss my grandfather's composition 3. My grandfather is a simple farmer. He wears a hat and simple clothes to work in the fields every morning.
When I was a child, Grandpa often took me to the workplace to catch tadpoles and fish. I think it was really carefree at that time, and playing with my grandfather was really the happiest time of my childhood.
When I was in primary school, my parents had to go to work, so I didn't have time to pick me up from school. I have to ask my grandfather to pick me up every day. When I was sent to school, I was always told to pay attention to safety at school, listen to the teacher carefully and listen to the teacher. These nagging will hover in my ear every day; When I come to pick me up, I always see my grandfather standing there waiting for me. I can see his kindness and joy from his eyes.
When I was twelve years old, my grandfather needed to stay in bed for a long time because of illness, but I had to walk home by myself every day. When I get home, my grandfather will ask me if I have been obedient today, listened carefully and paid attention to safety when I am not playing or watching TV.
When I was thirteen, my grandfather died of cancer. At that time, I learned a lot. My grandfather's illness makes me feel uncomfortable. I recall the scene of catching tadpoles and small fish with him before, but now, without grandpa's nagging, I feel that life is like a lack of sunshine, and it is always bleak.
Grandpa, thank you for the time you spent with me, which added countless colors to my childhood. Thank you for your nagging when you picked me up.
Now, I always think of you, the happy time we spent together, and your nagging in my ear. The time spent with you is the happiest day of my childhood.
Time flies so fast, some things will happen sooner or later, so please cherish the time, cherish the time with your family, understand them more and don't let them down!
Miss grandpa's composition 4 children's dreams are beautiful, although dreams always run counter to reality. The dream was quiet, but I chose to believe it for a long time.
Grandpa left early, there will be many stories there. Later, I finally calmed down in my grief, but my thoughts were inevitable. Every night with stars, I can recognize the brightest star in the twinkling night sky. I always believed that grandpa lived on that star and watched me day and night. Tears always shine in the night sky, but I always hide them in my eyes.
Grandma likes to sit on a bamboo chair and chat with me. She said he seemed to smell grandpa.
After a long time, grandma said that grandpa would come back when you were admitted to a good university. I believe, I believe that my grandfather has always been by my side, accompanying me, reading those strange words, recognizing those strange symbols, and never giving up.
This belief makes me laugh because the person I love has never left me. Every night, I will say good night to the sky. Sometimes it's late, and other stars escort their relatives back to bed. But I can still see grandpa, blinking, yawning and smiling at me. In that case, my whole night, even my nightmare, will be sweet. In other words, every time the teacher reads my name and my high score, I will subconsciously look at the blue sky. Grandpa, did you see it?
When I grew up, I suddenly found something missing. I understand that people will die and go, and who will come back.
I am very grateful to my grandmother. She let a girl accompany me for half a childhood and decorated my childlike innocence so simply and beautifully. I don't blame her for hiding the secret, because at least I wasn't so bitter during that time.
She still likes sitting on a bamboo chair. She didn't care that the bamboo chair had left home, just like the night grandpa left, it was as quiet as a bell. Everything is like a dream, just like the night grandpa left, when the lights were turned off, it was very quiet, very quiet.
I miss my grandpa. Grandpa, although you have been away from us for a long time, I still miss you very much. When your thug touched my head, I thought of your kind smile. Grandpa's smile is the most charming in the world. Think of your stern eyes and serious attention when I made a mistake; I can't help crying when I think of all you have done for me. Sometimes I wish your death was fake. I often see you in my dreams, and when I wake up, my eyes are full of tears.
For three days after your death, I squatted at the door with a candle burning every day, waiting for you to come back. But you didn't come back and left us forever.
I remember when I was in my hometown, I liked cherry best. Every time I go to your house, you buy me a bunch of cherries. Once I picked up a cherry and wanted to eat it. You came to me and said kindly, "Fanfan, you can't eat fruit without washing." You took a basin and washed the cherries. Looking at grandpa's kind face, I said, "Hello, I love grandpa the most." Grandpa said, "Grandpa loves you, too, my little baby." I saw that grandpa had washed it and was about to eat another one. I pointed to my sister, parents and grandmother playing in the yard. I ran to help them with dishes in a basin. Of course, I won't forget my grandfather. I said, "Grandpa should laugh often. Your smile makes me feel that you are ten years younger! " Grandpa said, "Of course I'm happy to have your smart card." Grandpa smiled like a flower in spring, although the vicissitudes of time left footprints on his face.
Grandpa didn't leave us rich wealth, but his noble qualities left us. Grandpa taught me how to be a man, which is the most precious wealth.
Grandpa left, leaving me with infinite thoughts.
I blow bubbles on the balcony. I tried to blow up the bubble, and then quietly watched it emit colorful light and fly into the sky. ...
My grandfather is a Chinese teacher. He looks very friendly, often laughs, and is very kind, especially to me. Every time he buys delicious food, he will ask me first, deliberately dragging his voice and saying, "Wenwen-what do you want to eat, help yourself." Every time, I will say impatiently, "OK, just put it there." In this regard, he will put things on the table with a smile. Grandparents went to Lanzhou to visit his alma mater when he was in his seventies. Originally, he was going to come back by train after seeing his alma mater, but he ran to the street in a hurry and said he wanted to buy something. Grandma asked him what to buy, and he said, "I want to buy some toys for my granddaughter from Lanzhou." Grandpa became seriously ill a few days after he came back. The doctor said there was little chance of a cure. Knowing this news, my mother and I hurried to the hospital. Seeing that his condition was temporarily stable, I went back. Grandpa suddenly asked me, "Wenwen, if Grandpa dies, will you miss me?" I held back my tears and said, "Grandpa can't die. Grandpa will live to be a hundred years old. " Grandpa is dying. He was sent to his hometown by ambulance. After that, the whole family also rushed to their hometown. He was panting when I went there. When he saw me coming, he said, "Wen ... Wen ..." After that, he was out of breath. I was in tears. Grandpa just left, with his deep love. Since then, no one has deliberately called me "Wenwen-"in a long voice; When he is not at home, no one will buy toys for his granddaughter ... I am still trying to blow bubbles, hoping that one can fly to the sky. Grandpa, if you see a colorful bubble in heaven, please don't pop it, because it is full of my thoughts about you. Grandpa, are you okay in heaven?
Today is cloudy. In the morning, I slept under a quilt and looked out of the window. Pedestrians in the street are in a hurry.
When I got up and turned over the book, my eyes were inadvertently fascinated by an album of Black and White Pig. I opened the title page, on which was Grandpa's handwriting: "The loess may be mixed with your bitter tears, but are they just tears?" No, it's not! He is the harvest of your labor, cherish it, grasp it and move towards your success! "Looking at this little poem, I can't help thinking that Grandpa was so kind to me. He is so kind and naive that I always lean on his shoulder and pull out his white hair for his grandfather whose sideburns are gray. He kept saying, "Grandpa, when I pull out all your white hair, you won't be old, you will become young! "It's ridiculous to think about that time. But grandpa always squints his sunken eyes and touches my little head.
In summer, I always snuggle up in my grandfather's arms and look at the blue sky and white clouds, feeling that everything is so beautiful. It was very hot, so grandpa used a small fan to fan me, and his head was covered with sweat the size of a bean. I feel so cool and comfortable, talking and laughing with my grandfather, and I don't know when I entered a sweet dream. I won't forget grandpa's old face ... tears have already filled my eyes when I thought of it. "Tick-tock" and "Tick-tock" dripped on the title page of the album, and I couldn't help crying loudly: "Grandpa! This is not a tear representing success, this is my miss for you! "
Now, grandpa has passed away for many years, and his vigorous pace, kind smile and tall and straight posture still reverberate in my mind, because I love grandpa. ......
Standing on the hillside in the west of the village, looking at a pile of graves covered with new soil. My nose hurts, tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn't help thinking of you again-grandpa.
On the night of the fourth day of the first month of last year, when people were still immersed in the happy atmosphere of the New Year, you set foot on a distant train, a train that never looked back, and went to a place where I tried my best not to see you.
That night, I was awakened by my mother. I ran in the dark night. Just arrived at grandpa's door, I heard someone crying. I rushed in, opened my eyes, looked at me, nodded and said nothing. Suddenly, there was crying in the room, and mom and dad cried their eyes out. I just stood there, remembering my grandfather's meaningful nod.
Grandpa, you left in such a hurry that you didn't even leave me a parting word. Time! You are the most heartless thing in the world. You will never give me a chance to see my grandfather and let us leave for life.
When I was a child, I lived in my grandfather's house. It can be said that grandpa is my closest relative. On holidays, my relatives and friends give my grandpa a lot of things, and he always leaves me good things. Besides giving me delicious food, grandpa took care of me in every possible way. I remember that night of thunder and lightning and stormy weather, and I suddenly had a high fever. Grandpa carried me to the hospital with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and I didn't sleep a wink all night until the fever went down.
I stood for a long time, looking at the grave in the cypress forest on the hillside, and my eyes were full of tears. How many times I dreamed of you in the dark, how many times I ate dinner, and I used to pack my meal and send it to you. I am most afraid of being mentioned by others, and I am most afraid that my classmates will mention my grandfather.
Grandpa, I miss you so much. I seem to see you waving to me in the dim light. Against the green cypress trees, your tall body looks more cordial. You can never erase the eternal thoughts of my life.
Missing Grandpa's Composition 9 This sad thing happened 150 days ago! Tomb-Sweeping Day has arrived, and I want to send my grandpa a deepest miss.
That day was the saddest day in my memory. My favorite grandfather went to the legendary "heaven". In the middle of the night, we received a phone call from grandpa's neighbor ... Dad flew out, and my mother and I arrived at grandpa's house at four in the morning. Downstairs, there were many people and more wreaths. My mother took me to this little Peng Ling. This is the first time I have seen such a scene. It's cold and windy outside. As soon as we entered Peng Ling, my mother pulled me to my knees. At this moment, our tears can't be controlled.
Today, how can you just lie here! I looked at his portrait, and my grandfather's affable and respectable appearance in the photo made me feel as if I had seen him again. ...
Grandpa, I miss you so much! We were at the funeral home all morning. I touched grandpa's face and hands. "Good ice, good ice ..." Grandpa, who gave me the most warmth in those days, is lying here motionless today! I was in tears ... Grandpa! You left me, my parents and me forever. At noon, we will send you back to your second hometown, Shiguai. Rest in peace! From now on, you will lie next to your parents and never play with me again. I held your photo all the way and I took you back to the old house. You left me forever. I really don't believe it, and I don't know how I will spend my weekend without you in the future. Where will my happiness be? Time has passed so long, how many times have I dreamed of you, dreaming that you are playing and laughing with me again!
Tomb-Sweeping Day will be here soon. I send you my thoughts. I really hope you are still with me. I also want to tell the children around me to cherish the time with the elderly and spend more time with grandparents when they are free.
Miss grandpa's composition 10. I looked up at the sky and saw white clouds in the sky. I wonder if the world of white clouds is pure and bright! There are some geese flying south in the cloud, flying freely in the air. I am thinking: in the world of wild geese, is it bright because of spreading your wings and flying? I couldn't help looking down at the golden field. I thought: Is it bright because of its golden and brilliant nature in the world of wheat? Someone asked: What makes you beautiful in your world? I will answer: "Grandpa" My world is bright because of Grandpa!
He once sat under a pomegranate tree and looked up at the sunset glow; He often sits in the woodshed, holding the old books and expired newspapers I left him with trembling hands, leafing through them carefully and finally throwing them into the fire; He used to sit. ...
He is my grandfather. Grandpa's face, I won't forget. Her calloused, rough and cracked hands, her trembling lips and her wrinkled face have always been imprinted in my heart, indelible, indelible and unforgettable.
I remember when I was a child, my parents worked outside the home, and my grandfather was my only support. My grandfather wove my childhood dream with a piece of wood. He made me a four-leaf windmill with chapped hands, weaving my childhood.
Every day, I will come to that country road with my grandfather! I took the windmill made by my grandfather, and when a spring breeze blew, the windmill in my hand slowly turned. I knew it was a windmill when I was a child. The windmill in my hand flew to the horizon with my childhood road.
One day, my grandfather and I came to this country road again, but there was no wind at this time, and the windmill stood motionless in my hand. I muttered, "Without the wind, the windmill wouldn't turn. What should I do! " "Grandpa said there is no wind, go and find the wind!" But where is the wind! "I asked, puzzled, wanting you to run! "Grandpa said. I started running, and the windmill turned slowly. He's here, right here.
Looking back, it was a brilliant cloud on the horizon, with grandpa's windmill and grandpa's teaching to accompany me to grow up. Your teaching has given me endless knowledge.