Composition material: grandma's love

Men don't flick their tears, but they don't go to the depths of love. That day, I finally understood the truth of this sentence, because I really cried.

Every day, the ringing alarm clock and the rustling of clothes are my grandmother's first greetings in the morning-it's time to make breakfast. It's time, get up quickly, or you'll miss the bus. Grandma's urging came as scheduled. Reluctantly, I got up and finished washing under grandma's nagging. The breakfast I ordered last night must have been on the table. After breakfast, I walked out of the house with my schoolbag on my back. Grandma took Wangzai trotting behind me and sent me to the car, accompanied by constant nagging: Did you bring the book? Did you bring water? Study hard. It is really a headache to do this every day.

One morning, when I was about to leave, I heard my grandmother shout behind me: Pumbaa, the weather forecast says it will rain today. Take your umbrella! I didn't care: Never mind, never mind, how can it rain on such a fine day! Then he rushed out of the house.

The weather has been fine. I'm glad I didn't let grandma say it. However, at the end of school, a few muffled sounds and pouring rain poured down. Ah! Oh, it really rained. The bell rang after school, mixed with the rain outside, which made my heart feel like a mess. How can I go by car? Grandma knows how to nag every day Why don't you push the umbrella to me? I complained.

I stood blankly under the eaves at the school gate with my schoolbag on my back. The rain kept hitting my face and body with the strong wind, and I was shaking all over. I looked at the sky helplessly and prayed that the rain would stop soon. Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in my ear: Pumbaa. It's grandma! Desperate, I ran to hug my grandmother, and tears of injustice welled up in my eyes. Silly boy, why are you crying? Isn't grandma here to pick you up? Wipe the rain off my head as I speak. She took my schoolbag, still holding an umbrella for me with the other hand, and said kindly, it's cold, put on this dress quickly, and let's go home by car.

I feel much warmer under grandma's umbrella. I looked up at my grandmother, only to find that she was soaked through by the rain. Her hand was holding an umbrella completely above my body, but she was caught in the rain. Grandma has rheumatism, and the doctor says she is most afraid of catching cold and getting wet. Thought of this, tears came down again.

All along, I grew up in my grandmother's nagging about happiness, but I never felt it with my heart on weekdays. Today's scene makes me really feel the warmth and greatness of my family. I love my grandma and my family.