Composition by a fourth-grade writer: My grandma

Lead: Everyone has his own grandmother. What's your grandmother like? Let's take a look at the grandmother described by the author:

1, my grandmother's composition for the fourth grade. The evening breeze is blowing gently in Penghu Bay, and the waves are chasing the beach ... Every time I hear this song, I can't help thinking of my grandmother.

My grandmother is a very simple person, but she has a warm heart.

Grandma is 64 years old now, but she is still strong. She always works so hard from morning till night. The only drawback is that she likes to talk. Grandma always talks all day, no matter whether others like her or not. She will only be quiet when watching TV plays.

Grandma not only likes watching TV plays, but also likes chatting as much as other old people. Once chatting, she won't stop. Therefore, I gave her a nickname called "Zhang Ba Chat". Although it is impolite to give nicknames to elders, grandma really got the nickname "Zhang Ba Chat" right.

Grandma will cook good food, and her relatives know her craft.

Besides being a good cook, I am also a "professional" nurse. I have had heart disease since I was a child, so my grandmother thinks highly of me. Only my grandmother will take care of me when I feel bad, and only she can take care of me.

Grandma is a person who puts others before herself. Only those around her are happy. She doesn't care about anything. She will try her best to buy and do what her family wants to do. But what about herself? I can't bear to eat or drink, and my food and clothing are all "cheap"

This is my grandmother, a simple person and a warm heart!

2. My grandmother's composition in the fourth grade This Spring Festival, my parents took me back to my hometown in Hubei for the New Year. I followed my parents to visit relatives and friends, paid New Year greetings to my grandparents, uncles and aunts, and received some red envelopes. I am very excited, thinking about how to spend this lucky money, buy my favorite toys and books, keep them for later use, or go out for a holiday.

On New Year's Day, we went to pay a New Year call to our grandparents. On the way, my mother said to me, "Grandma fell down before the Chinese New Year and spent a lot of money in hospital. It costs money to take medicine and see a doctor now. Grandma has no job and no money. Can you treat her with your lucky money? "

Treat grandma with my lucky money? I can't buy my beloved racing car, I am reluctant to part with it. But grandma's fall must have hurt. What can I do without treatment? On second thought, I put a thousand yuan lucky money into a red envelope and prepared to give it to my grandmother.

We arrived at grandma's house at noon. Grandma's left arm is really bandaged, hanging with a belt and can't move. I rushed over to pay a New Year call to my grandmother, gave her a red envelope and said to her, "Grandma, does my arm still hurt?" Don't forget to take medicine and get well soon. "Grandma knew that I had treated her with the lucky money, and she was so excited that she cried and praised me as a good boy. My parents, uncles and aunts praised me for my love. I feel that my lucky money is particularly meaningful.

3. My grandmother's composition in the fourth grade My grandmother has a pair of faint eyebrows, is not tall, and her hair is neatly combed. Grandma is kind, hardworking and thrifty. Grandma loves me most.

As soon as the summer vacation was over, I clamored for my mother to take me to the countryside to see my grandmother. That day, it was very hot. As soon as I got to grandma's house, I stayed in front of the fan and refused to leave. I turned on the fan very much, but I still feel hot. I muttered, "It's too hot. I want to go home and blow the air conditioner. I want to go home. " Grandma saw it and said to me, "Tingting is good, grandma will take you to buy popsicles."

I nodded happily. My mother gave me a hard look when she heard this. I was shocked and quickly said, "No, I don't want it." "Mom, don't spoil her all the time." Grandma came over, touched my head and said with a smile, "What are you afraid of? Come, grandma will take you to buy popsicles. "

Grandma took me back and bought a bag of popsicles. I can't wait to peel off the wrapping paper and put the popsicle in my mouth. Grandma lovingly touched my head and smiled and said, "Eat slowly, don't worry, be careful." I nodded and continued to lick the popsicle.

I ate a popsicle unconsciously, and I wanted to eat another one, but my grandmother said, "Eating too many popsicles will cause diarrhea, so let's take it back to our neighbor's children." We should share good things with our friends. " I smiled and nodded.

This is my grandmother, an old man who cares about others and loves his grandchildren.

4. In the fourth grade, grandma's composition time flies, and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. In a blink of an eye, I have grown from a babbling child to a sixth-grade pupil. During my growing up, many things happened. However, with the passage of time, many things are like fallen leaves in the forest in autumn, leaving me with a vague back.

When I was a child, my grandmother was an indispensable part of my growing up. My sister and I were both brought up by my grandmother.

I remember one time, I had a cold and a fever, and my grandmother was very anxious, and it happened to rain in Mao Mao again. Grandma hesitated and decided not to take her sister. After leaving her at home, she hurried me to the clinic. There were so many people in the clinic that it took me a long time to squeeze in. It's almost noon. Grandma is worried that it's not safe for her sister to be alone at home. The rain in Mao Mao has gradually stopped. I also had an intravenous drip. Grandma sent me to the clinic. Run home and cook. My grandmother sat there quietly. Soon, my sister and grandma came, and grandma got a cup. I still have half a bottle of intravenous drip. When I was a child, my grandmother fed me rice in a cup.

Grandma kissed me, loved me and hit me.

When I was 7 years old, my grandmother once killed a chicken and made me soup with old wormwood. I left with a bowl of delicious soup. Chicken soup is full and hot. I tripped when I went down the stairs, and the whole bowl flew out and fell heavily on the floor. The spilled chicken soup scalded my skin, which was very painful. Grandma was very angry when she saw it. She hit me hard on the ass a few times, and then cleaned up the pieces of the porcelain bowl.

Soon, I went to grandma's preschool, and I left her for the first time. At grandma's house, my mother often takes me back to grandma's house, every time. Mom's food basket is full. Vegetables and fruits are available. Grandma is almost 70 years old and is in poor health. She is still busy in the vegetable field all day.

When I grow up, I will honor my grandma and spend more time with her!

5. My Grandma's Composition I had a kind grandmother in the fourth grade.

My grandmother is short with white hair and sometimes coughs. Looking at her from the back, you can know that she is very kind. I feel extremely happy to have such a good grandmother!

My grandmother lives in a remote village. My mother and I seldom go to grandma's house to play. They all go occasionally on weekends or holidays.

One summer vacation, my mother sent me to my grandmother's house for a few days, saying it was to experience life. One night that summer vacation left a deep impression on me. I remember grandma was in poor health at that time. So I helped grandma wash the dishes. Grandma is the kind of person who is very economical.

When I was squeezing detergent, my grandmother told me earnestly, "Don't squeeze too much, just squeeze a little." I kept muttering to myself: Why do you wash so many bowls? I have been washing silently, and it is a bit crowded secretly.

After washing the dishes, grandma said to me, "sissy, are you tired?" Come on, sit here and have a rest. "Grandma patted a small chair and said. Like a rocket, I quickly ran to the chair and sat down. Grandma saw that my hair was a little messy, so she asked me to take a comb. I sat next to my grandmother, who helped me comb my dazzling hair.

When I was combing my hair, my head rested on my grandmother's leg, and her grandmother stroked my head gently. In this way, I fell into a sweet dream. ...

6. My grandmother's composition in the fourth grade