Mashangqiao Huating Primary School Composition

At dusk, another arch bridge.

Who is singing "Waipoqiao": "Shake, shake, shake to Waipoqiao", "Good baby, it's time for bed ..."

The melody is soft, mixed with the singing of local Lu opera, which is deeply grieved, which reminds me of my grandmother's old man's house:

I have lived in my grandmother's house since I was a child, and my grandmother is my mother. The transitive sentences of B, b>c and a>c, she is like my mother. I remember that summer night was very hot and there were many mosquitoes. In order to sleep better, my grandmother and I often put the cool bed in the yard. My grandmother slept on it with an old cattail leaf fan in her hand, and I lay next to her. My grandmother patted me gently with a cattail leaf fan and talked to me. What I said was after I grew up, but I don't care. It's no exaggeration to argue with her once in a while. She laughed and argued as if she were easy-going. It was not until she was sleepy that she sang this song "Waipoqiao" and let me sleep first.

Grandma is not always amiable, but sometimes she gets angry. Because I loved playing with mud, I ran to the river to dig mud. Unfortunately, my grandmother saw me. She broke a small wicker on the shore and spanked me twice. She was really angry, and I screamed. From then on, she dug mud for me, she washed clothes under the bridge and I played with mud on the bridge. She washed her hair white and I grew up on the bridge.

After school, my grandmother and I became more and more estranged. I began to sleep alone, and she stopped playing childhood jokes with me and sang the song "Waipoqiao" that urged me to sleep. When I was a child, my grandmother's face was blurred, and I could only remember something when I was with my sister occasionally. She scolds me a lot, even if it is only a small thing, she will nag me endlessly. I seem to understand that it is more difficult than ever to communicate with her, but she is the one who raised me. Although I don't want to, most of them do what she says. Especially in study.

When I have made some achievements in my studies, I will probably think of her ordinary words: "study hard and live a good life when you grow up." Although plain and even vulgar, it is a kind of hope. I suddenly realized, I mean: grandma is a bridge for me to grow up. When I was a child, my jokes were all beams used to bridge the bridge, which was meaningful. Now she can't communicate with me, but I hope to cross the generation gap. I really regret not grasping every moment and having sex with grandma.

She is rarely seen under the bridge, although her old man is still alive and the bridge has been damaged.