Grandma’s 5 essays of 800 words

Grandma has silver hair and wrinkles on her face, but she always has a kind smile. She uses a cane, but she still has a strong body. Below is an essay about my grandmother that I compiled. You are welcome to read it.

Grandma

Grandma loves us very much. I've always known it.

When we were young, we lived in a small town. People in that small town favored boys over girls, but my grandma was not. Once, a little girl came to the neighbor's house. She got hungry while playing, so she asked her grandmother for something to eat. The old lady scolded her. Grandma advised: "If the child wants to eat, just buy it for her. Why are you scolding her?" The old lady said: "This is my grandson, not a boy. Why are you accommodating her like this?" In contrast, I'm much luckier. Once after school, I came to my grandma's stall and asked her to go to school for a parent-teacher meeting. After hearing this, grandma stopped doing business, closed the stall and rushed to school immediately. When people around me saw that I was a girl, they were surprised. Some people guessed: "That's your grandma, right?" I shook my head: "No, she is my grandma." Those people were sighing.

Grandma does not accommodate me in everything, otherwise, it would be doting. I like to eat chocolate, but my grandma won't let me eat it often. It's not to save that little money, but she knows that eating too many sweets is not good. Grandma doesn't like luxury, she thinks it's waste. But she also tried her best to be "luxury" for us, did her best to be nice to us, and left every good thing for us. Maybe sometimes what she left behind was not very good, but it must be something that grandma had rarely used or seen.

Once my grandma came back from an outing and brought back two loaves of bread. Those are the very common Qinyuan fried dumplings that can be seen everywhere. My grandma asked me and my brother to eat it. She said it was lunch given by the neighborhood committee when they were playing. Lunch?! In other words, grandma didn’t eat her lunch, but brought it back to my brother and me. I haven't liked this kind of bread for a long time, but my grandmother, who has always been thrifty, thought it was a good thing and left it to my brother and me because she didn't eat it often. Grandma is like this. She would rather go hungry herself and always think about others. Grandma is a devout Buddhist. We always say that she is superstitious, but in fact, grandma’s prayers to God and Buddha are just seeking spiritual sustenance. Once, my grandma asked me to accompany her to the temple to fulfill her vows. I asked curiously: "What else do you wish for?" Grandma smiled: "My wish is that you can get into a good school." I was stunned. Although I believed that my ability to get into a good school was entirely due to my own merit, I never expected that my grandma would burn incense all day long for me. When I arrived at the temple, I found my grandma’s wishing box and opened it to take a look. "I hope my granddaughter can get into a good high school", "I hope my sister-in-law's illness will get better soon", "I hope my daughter's business will be prosperous" are all wishes made for others, none of them are "I hope I live a long life", "I hope I have an old stomach problem" "Get well soon" and so on. I'm ashamed of my thoughts.

There are many, many good things about my grandma, which can't be said in a short while. I think, no matter how long, no matter how the years pass, I will never forget every bit of what my grandma has done for us.

Missing my grandma

A person's life will always go through the cycle of life and death, naked. Come and go naked, what can a person do in his life without bringing it with him, and what can he do in death? The greatest satisfaction. Grandma is like this, she comes and goes silently. Her life is so ordinary, without wealth or grace, but she has always been the favorite in my little heart. Great person!

My mother gave me life, and I want to thank her. Grandma is the source of my health and happiness. She taught me good and evil, right and wrong, and the true meaning of life, and turned me from a crying baby in her arms into a child. I grew up and became sensible, but my grandma was ill for several years until she died. She was my God, so I began to worry about things in vain. I was afraid in every possible way, but the nightmare still came: Grandma finally gave up and passed away.

From then on, my sky collapsed. I was so crushed under the ruins that I could not breathe. There was no hope for anything. I, a girl of only 12 years old, would I never see the blue sky or the white clouds again. What? Then, what am I still alive for? How much I want to follow my grandma underground and not let her be alone like this!

My dear grandma, where are you? Your favorite My daughter is looking for you!

Do you still remember that when I was a child, I was greedy, playful, coquettish, and slept in? That afternoon, I wanted to go to the stall to eat wontons. Grandpa said he wanted to test me on an arithmetic question. At that time, I felt confident and confident, patting my chest and expressing my willingness to accept the conditions. As a result, grandpa asked me how could I know? I was anxious. It was you, my mother, who smiled, scratched my little nose, and said: "Fool, then you and grandpa laughed, and I laughed too." , laughing because I could eat wontons. That day, I ate a meal with relish. Although it was not as good as the hibiscus soup in KFC, but in my eyes, it was better than the spicy chicken wings in McDonald's. I miss you so much. Scratch my little nose again and laugh at me for being a little fool!

I like the excitement. On the day you passed away, so many people came. Not to mention how happy I was when I first entered the house! But, Even if I could go back in time, I still can't believe that you are gone. When I saw your body covered with colorful quilts, my tears burst. I am a strong person! I don't like to shed tears in front of others. But today, I cried until I no longer had the strength. Cry, cry, cry out all the pain, all the sadness, all the sorrow!

Grandma, in heaven. , is there your daughter’s favorite wonton?

My grandma

Grandma is already in her sixties, with a few tufts of white hair hidden in her black hair. There are wrinkles on the face that have gone through ups and downs, which are traces of time.

My grandpa married my grandpa in the 1960s. In the past, it was a wealthy family. They don’t want to marry their daughter to grandpa, climb a dragon and a phoenix, and get some wealth; but when the Red Army came to Songxi and announced a fight against landlords and divided the fields, who would still want to marry their daughter to grandpa, because everyone knows that landlords oppress the people. It was not good (at that time, it was equivalent to the current labor camp prisoner). The daughter would definitely suffer hardship when she got married, and she would also be implicated. Later, because grandpa and grandma were relatives, they followed their parents' orders and the matchmaker's words, and they got married. , the two got married in a hurry. Grandpa was already 29 years old at that time, and grandma was only 20.

Grandma was a hard-working and capable person, and after the land was distributed, grandpa’s family was already ranked last in the village. They come from a poor family. My grandfather is a college student and only knows some simple farming. The burden of the family falls on my grandmother. She is a good woman. She is proficient in tea picking, farming, and rice harvesting. She also opened a snack bar and a non-staple food store. After the fruits and other items were sold out, she got up early in the morning and took a bus to Hangzhou to wholesale items.

Grandma attaches great importance to her children. Education. In that rural area, parents felt that studying was useless and the chances of going to college were very low, so they let their children go home to work in farming after they entered junior high school. But my grandmother was different from other parents. She felt that there was hope. The mentality of studying is at a disadvantage for those who don’t study. So my grandma borrowed a lot of money from here and there to help my uncle, mother and aunt study. At that time, many people didn’t understand my grandma and thought that there was no use in studying. She favored boys over girls, so she said to her grandmother: "Let my son study for him. My daughter is going to get married anyway, so she doesn't need to study." But grandma answered them: "No matter how much wealth parents give to their children, it will always be squandered and robbed. Only knowledge is their eternal wealth." "In this way, my uncle graduated from high school and worked as a doctor in Songxi; my mother graduated from university with a bachelor's degree and worked as a civil servant in the Bureau of Foreign Trade and Economic Cooperation; my aunt graduated with a master's degree from university and worked as a civil servant in the State Administration of Taxation. Now everyone in the village envies grandma and regrets it. Why not let the children go to school more?

Grandma was very frugal. During this summer vacation, she went to Mount Wutai to pray for Buddha.

Because grandma wanted to save money, she brought her own food to Wutai Mountain instead of buying food on the train; grandma did not take a car to go up the mountain, she walked up the mountain step by step with her own legs; grandma thought it was too expensive to stay in a hotel. No, she simply lives in the monastery and saves the little money for us grandchildren and granddaughters.

Maybe my grandma is not great, but she is unique in my heart. Her face and hands, which have become rough due to the ups and downs she has experienced, will always be remembered in my mind. Of course, there is also her smile that never changes no matter what difficulties she faces.

My good grandma

My grandma is sixty-six years old this year. Her hair is gray, but there are no wrinkles on her forehead, her eyebrows are sparse, and her eyes are bright, but there are a lot of wrinkles under her eyelids. Age spots. Because her health is not good, her movements are sluggish, but her temper is a little short-tempered and her voice is a little loud. I am a little "scared" of her.

Love of cleanliness

Grandma was famous for her love of cleanliness when she was young. Since she came to live in our house, she gets up every morning and comes home from school every day. At a glance, she sees a bright and tidy house, with spotless furniture and floors, and things neatly arranged. Unlike my parents, they are really lazy. When encountering a dirty place, grandma would press every finger on the wooden pole and hold the handle hard, as if it was very laborious. Her eyes were fixed on the ground, but there was no expression on her face. She dragged a brick back and forth several times. My mother always said there was no need to go to such trouble, and she also asked someone to come back and clean it, but grandma didn't agree. Needless to say, she was definitely afraid of spending money, and she also thought they didn't do it clean enough.

When I want to get out of bed and go to the bathroom, oh, I really don’t dare to get off the floor. If I step on it, won’t the floor be damaged again? Will grandma not have to drag it back and forth several times? Oh! My Good grandma! Can you stop being so tidy!

A little "annoying" grandma

My grandma is a little annoying. If others say that, I don't agree. However, grandma does make me feel a little annoyed sometimes. Why? Let me tell you slowly.

One night last week, I felt a little tired from doing my homework. I wanted to play computer games for a while, so I quietly turned on the computer. But before I could sit still, my grandma discovered, "Homework Are you done?" Grandma asked. I couldn't help it. "Not yet, but there's not much left. Let's take a rest." I said in a flattering tone. However, grandma did not appreciate it: "What should I do? You should finish your homework earlier." "I promise to finish it before 9 o'clock, okay?" I begged her, "No, today is not the weekend, and I shouldn't be playing on the computer in the first place." , grandma still ignored it. "Oh, please

Look, is my grandma not accommodating at all? Do you want me to beg you, good grandma, just play for a while, okay?" I looked a little confused, Grandma's face dropped, "Don't think that Mom is not at home. I don't care about you. If you don't finish your homework today, you can't play on the computer. You will go to your room and finish your homework soon!" Alas, there is no other way, I can only "obey" , returned to the desk dejectedly. A grandson who wants to play from time to time is a bit "annoying"?! But this somewhat "annoying" grandma prepares delicious breakfast for me every morning, packs my schoolbag, sends me out, and tries to change my dinner every day so that I can enjoy it. My heart is more accommodating to me than my mother. This is the good grandma who makes me "scared" and "troubled"? I love her so much!

My grandma

A sunset appeared in the sky, like a beautiful girl applying rouge Similar. The birds returned to the nest, and the mother hen led her children home. There are several children playing in the open space in the distance. While I was enjoying the poetic evening scenery of the countryside, a voice from behind shouted: "Girl, go home for dinner!" It turned out to be the mother-in-law next door asking her granddaughter to go home for dinner. The little girl held her mother-in-law's hand and walked home under the sunset? I felt a sense of happiness and warmth.

Looking at the departing figures of the mother-in-law and grandson, I couldn’t help but think of my grandmother who had been sleeping forever for 2 years, and the scenes of me and her together. We also held hands and walked in the sun. .

When I was a child, I lived with my grandmother for three years because of my parents’ work. At that time, my grandma took good care of me. Every morning at around 5 o'clock, my grandma would get up, make breakfast, and then wake me up. After breakfast, my grandma will send me to school. For 3 years, grandma did these things day after day. When I lived with my grandma, she always gave me the best food, but she ate very little, very poorly.

Among the memories of my grandmother and I, the most unforgettable thing is that dark and unforgettable night.

The weather was getting colder. My grandma was afraid that I would catch a cold, so she covered me with a quilt. Her rough hands touched my cheeks and she shouted: "Why is your face so hot? Isn't it?" Are you hot?" After saying that, he touched my forehead again, "Oh! You have a fever!" I was in a daze at that time, but I vaguely heard my grandma yelling. She woke up my uncle and took me to the doctor. The cold wind outside cut our faces like a knife, and the merciless light rain fell on our bodies. Grandma sat behind me. She wrapped my body with her coat. I leaned against her thin body and felt extremely warm.

In the hospital, grandma never rested. She handed me water for a while, and rubbed my hands for a while to keep me warm. After returning home, my grandma helped me back to my room to rest, and then immediately started cooking porridge. Grandma was busy in the kitchen, and sounds kept coming from the kitchen. I don't know how many hours later, I woke up, and there was a scent that tempted me. After walking out of the room, I saw hot and fragrant porridge on the table. "You're awake. Come and eat porridge. After eating, we will go to school." Grandma walked out of the kitchen and said to me. That night, grandma didn't sleep. She was busy cooking porridge in the kitchen. I wanted to tell my grandma many times to go and have a rest so that I could go to school by myself, but every time I opened my mouth and before I could say anything, she would tell me to eat quickly and not waste time.

In the early morning, the sun came out, and the warm sunshine fell on us, no longer as cold as before. How happy and warm we are walking hand in hand in the sunshine?

Although I can no longer hold my grandma’s hand and walk in the sunshine, I feel her breath and feel that we are together. The happiness and warmth when we are together.