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Writing a composition topic is the way grandma sleeps.

1. composition: the way mom sleeps, mom is asleep.

On this day, the Chinese teacher assigned a composition topic: "How does mother sleep?". The teacher also specially told us that we must observe carefully and write down the characteristics of our respective mothers. Lin Qiu Jr. is a representative of Chinese class, and his composition is very good. At first, he thought the question was not difficult, but he didn't know how to write it, because he couldn't remember what it was like for his mother to sleep. Fortunately, there are still a few days left, so he paid special attention and prepared to observe it with his own eyes.

Xiao Qiulin's mother works as a bather in the bath center, which may be a professional habit. Although she comes home late every day, she not only checks Lin Qiu's homework, but also gives Lin Qiu a bath, rubs his neck and back, and lets his son go to bed comfortably.

That night, little Lin Qiu didn't go to bed immediately after taking a shower, but kept urging his mother to sleep. Mother asked him why he was still awake. Xiao Qiulin said, "Go to sleep first. I want to ... see how you sleep. "

"Children don't behave in such a way, mother sleep have what good-looking of! Besides, I can't sleep for a while, and I haven't finished a lot of housework! " Then my mother forced little Lin Qiu to go to bed and went to work again.

Little Lin Qiu couldn't beat his mother, so he had to lie in the crib and pretend to sleep, thinking that he would secretly get up and observe when his mother was busy with housework and sleeping. However, in a short time, he fainted himself, and it was already dawn when he woke up. When I opened my eyes, my mother was still busy in the kitchen.

Did mom stay up all night? No way! It must be because mom went to bed late and got up early! It seems that if you want to see your mother sleeping, you must get up earlier than your mother and just get up in the middle of the night to watch!

On this day, Xiao Qiulin borrowed a small alarm clock from a classmate and put it by his pillow before going to bed. At one o'clock at night, Xiao Rui woke up Xiao Lin Qiu on time. He got up gently and saw that his mother's bedroom was dark and the door was left unlocked. He crept over, opened the door and saw that his mother was not in bed. Where is she? Lin Qiu Jr. looked around and saw that the light in the bathroom was still on. He touched it gently and saw that the door of the bathroom was also left unlocked, but there was no movement inside. Through the crack of the door, my mother was lying in the bathtub. Xiaoqiulin quietly pushed open the door. This time, he finally saw his mother asleep. ...

The next day, it was time to hand in the composition, but Xiao Qiulin was the only one who didn't see it when the teacher corrected the composition handed in by the whole class. In class, the teacher asked him why he didn't hand in his homework. Xiao Qiulin blushed and muttered for a long time before saying, "My mother doesn't ... don't pay it."

"Why?"

"She said that I wrote her personal privacy and couldn't let others know." As soon as his words were finished, the whole class burst into laughter. The teacher managed to hold back a smile and said, "Your mother is exaggerating. Everyone has time to sleep and rest. This is people's normal life, not privacy. "

"Teacher, to tell you the truth, the way my mother sleeps is really, really abnormal ... in fact, I'm very embarrassed to see her like that ..." Little Lin Qiu said here, and her face blushed to the root of her neck. The students seem to imagine what it is, and they can't help whispering in their hearts, and some even "hee hee" laughed.

"You, what do you see?" When the teacher asked, he suddenly felt very regretful, fearing that Lin Qiu would say something embarrassing.

"Teacher, I, I really can't say, but I have written it in my composition." Xiao Qiulin paused, glanced at his classmates around him and said to the teacher carefully, "I have a request." This composition can only be read by you, ok? "

The teacher nodded, and Xiao Qiulin took out his composition book and handed it to the teacher with both hands. The teacher read the full text carefully, and his eyes were slightly moist. Because the end of the composition is written like this: I saw my mother lying in the bathtub with her head hanging over her chest and a wet towel in her arms ... she was like a statue of the Virgin Mary! It looks so sacred and solemn. I'm really embarrassed to face my mother like this. I'm afraid my mother will find out that I'm spying on her. In fact, my mother fell asleep long ago, snoring intermittently, and fell asleep unconsciously when taking a shower. Since my father died three years ago, my mother has been the only burden in the family. She was so tired ... I really wanted to go to her and give her a gentle bath, just like she gave me a bath ... (turning)

2. Write about how family members sleep. After lunch at noon, mother said, son, let's take a nap.

I was lying on the bed next to my mother. Before I fell asleep, my mother fell asleep. Listening to his mother's thin breathing, Duan Xiang recalled his mother's sleeping appearance. Mother has an oval face, slender eyebrows on her closed eyes, and a slightly prominent forehead width. She walks around her eyelids with her eyes closed, her nose is straight, her nose is fan-shaped, her face is reddish, and there is a small mouth under her nose, which is slightly upturned, laughing for a while and flat for a while. Mother slept soundly.

Looking at the sweet sleeping mother's face, I suddenly felt that my mother must be tired. It must be hard to work and take care of me. My mother works hard. I must study hard and do my own thing well. By the way, I'm going to bed, too.

3. The way my mother sleeps Composition The second grade had lunch at noon today, and my mother let me sleep as usual. I said, "I'm not sleepy! Mom, you sleep! " I thought to myself: when my mother falls asleep, I will play freely. My mother listened to my words and said angrily, "You must sleep!" " "I walked sadly to the bedroom.

"Tao Tao," my mother stopped me, "why don't you let my mother sleep this time!" I smiled, without a trace of sadness, and said to my mother, "How can a child put an adult to sleep?" Mother said, "just fool me once, good son!" " "Mom also learned to play the woman. I said, "All right!" I ran to the bedroom and jumped on the bed. My mother is already in bed. I told my mother a story first. My mother said to tell another story, and I told another story. Then I said, "well, go to sleep!" " "My mother haven't heard enough, I will continue to say. I don't know how many times. Gradually, the eyelids became heavy and I fell asleep unconsciously.

After dinner, I went back to my bedroom and heard my parents chatting in the living room. My mother said, "Today, the one who put me to sleep in our family finally put himself to sleep." Dad said, "Oh? There is such a thing. " They kept talking and sometimes laughing. I also bowed my head and smiled and said to myself, "My mother didn't fall for it, but I fell for it. It seems that my' combat power' is still not as good as my mother! "

4. Composition in Grandma's Room My grandma is a grandmother over half a year old. I love my grandmother, and she loves me.

Grandma was lonely all her life, with no brothers and sisters and no classmates. Grandma has never even read a book. My mother told me never to ask her if she had any brothers or sisters, or she would be sad, so I never mentioned it.

I remember when I was a child, my grandmother often picked me up from the nursery. I like sleeping with my grandmother. It's so warm in the bed that I completely forgot the cold in winter outside the window.

Once, my classmate wore a beautiful sweater, pink with beautiful flowers on it, and showed it to us. When I got home, I pestered my mother to knit me a dress. At this time, grandma saw it and said to me, "Baby, grandma knitted it for you!" " "I jumped three feet for joy.

A week later, grandma gave me the knitted dress. "Thank you, Grandma!" I answered sweetly

That day, I put on my dress and went to school to show off my dress to my classmates. Last time that classmate in pink sweater blushed like an apple, I smiled happily.

At night, I lay beside my grandmother, dreaming a beautiful dream happily!

5. Write a composition about my grandmother. When I was born and came into this world happily, grandma was the one who loved me the most. That kind of love is the endless water of the sea, the endless heat of the sun, and the meticulous care in my life. Because of this, I also love my grandmother very much.

When I was a child, I often played with my grandmother. When you are tired, you jump into her arms, listen to her stories and fall asleep slowly. At that time, I was an obedient boy. Until now, I still vaguely remember that when I was sick, my grandmother anxiously carried me to the hospital to register; Learn the children's songs from my hometown sentence by sentence with my grandmother, and then tell them to my grandparents. Everyone is very happy. Grandma was very sleepy at night, but I pestered her to tell interesting stories about her childhood. These scenes are often vivid and unforgettable.

I remember one time it was my grandmother's birthday. I made her a nice greeting card and gave her a surprise. When you come back from school, call her to look after things as soon as you enter the door. Grandma holds two kneading hands and vows. After squinting and tilting her head to hear what I said, she smiled and said, "Grandma made us noodles. Let's sit down and watch them after dinner! " As soon as I heard it, it was like a deflated ball, so I had to watch my smiling grandmother go into the kitchen and continue to work. As soon as I finished eating, I quickly showed my prepared gifts. Grandma knows it's a birthday present for her. The wrinkles on her face are like open chrysanthemum petals. She smiled from ear to ear and repeatedly said, "My granddaughter gave it to me for my birthday. My granddaughter knows to respect her grandmother. My granddaughter has grown up, hehe ... "Looking at grandma's white-haired and contented smiling face, the annoyance in the afternoon has already been thrown to the outside of the cloud nine, and my heart is full of happiness and comfort.

Later, when I was older and went to middle school, I suddenly felt that my grandmother became very nagging. Once after school, I came home in a bad mood with a failed test paper. Grandma saw me unhappy and asked with concern, "What's the matter? Not happy today? Why don't you talk? Have a good class at school. We should study hard now and don't turn a blind eye like grandma. Have you finished your homework? Go and write, grandma will cook for you, and grandma will do whatever you want. What do you want to eat, I ... "I couldn't help it any longer, shouting," Grandma, stop it, it's so annoying! " Say that finish, picked up the bag and ran into the room, slamming the door. After a while, I heard a bang outside the door, as if something was broken. When I opened the door, I saw a broken bowl on the ground. Grandma was tidying up and said to herself, "I'm old, it's useless, and I can't hold the bowl." I feel ashamed to see my grandmother working hard for my life, and I also blame myself for my mood just now.

Now, I live in a city far from my grandmother. I haven't seen her for a long time. I called the other day, and the conversation was full of her concern and care for me. I can't help crying at the thought of grandma's old face. ...

What does grandma look like when she cooks? First, grandma washes her hands and prepares beans, eggplant, potatoes, green onions and seasonings.

Grandma first deboned the beans, then broke them, peeled the potatoes and washed them, then sliced the potatoes and eggplant and shredded the green onions, so that the dish was ready. Then pour a bowl of noodles into the basin, sprinkle water while stirring with chopsticks, knead into dough, roll it back and forth on the panel evenly, fold it in half when it is thin, and cut into noodles.

When cooking, first pour a proper amount of oil into the pot, and then add onions, peppers, aniseed, potatoes and so on. When these dishes change color, add a proper amount of soy sauce, stir a few times, and finally add a proper amount of water. When the dish is cooked, put the noodles evenly on the dish, stew for 5 minutes, stir with chopsticks, turn off the heat, and it will be cooked in a while.

When cooking, it is choking and hot, and my back hurts. It seems that cooking is not easy, but eating a meal is very easy. Grandma is eating the fruits of her own labor and thinks today's meal is the best.

7. About Grandma's composition in her later years, someone said, "Friendship is the best thing in the world."

I don't object, but I think all the good things in the world are family ties. Speaking of family ties.

I thought of my grandmother again. She is thin and not tall. Half of her hair has turned white because of the weather. Look at her hands: dark, bony fingers, even scary, but her rough hands have done countless jobs. In my childhood memory, grandma is very similar to the grandmother of the protagonist's childhood. She is kind, kind, intelligent, capable, loves life and is patient with everyone.

With the broad mind of a saint. She lit up my young heart like a bright lamp. She often told me some folk stories that sympathized with the poor and praised justice and light.

Although grandma didn't go to school for several years and didn't even know a few words, in my heart, she was extremely tall. I remember when I was a child, my grandmother often looked at me, but I was often spoiled and disobedient because I was not sensible, but my grandmother always took pains to coax me and wouldn't let me cry. I also remembered that I often snuggled up in my grandmother's arms: I had forgotten some nursery rhymes when I heard them from her, but I couldn't forget the happiness of my childhood for a long time. She taught me to be kind and never look back.

Let's go to grandma's again. Simple as it is, it's neat and clean. These are all packed by grandma in her spare time. But when I get to grandma's house, I always move around blindly, and the house will soon be in a mess, but grandma never gets angry. Although she called me "little troublemaker", I knew she would always love me. She never says "no" to me, no matter how harsh my conditions are, she will always try her best to realize my wishes; Because I want to see tofu, so help me pick up bean dregs in snowy days; In my last episode, she was shivering with cold; In order for me not to freeze my hands on the kang, she braved the heavy snow to find dry wood; As far as I'm concerned ... (inspire the world)! My grandmother, everything you do is for me. I really love you from the bottom of my heart, and I love my hardworking and kind grandmother! My grandmother has 500 words. My grandmother is over 70 years old this year.

She is tall, kind and wrinkled. Although she is old, she is healthy.

My grandmother is very hardworking. Every time I go to her house, I see her cleaning and busy doing things.

She works hard all day. I touched grandma's back with my hand. It was very wet.

At this time, I realized grandma's hard work, which was hard sweat. Touch the floor again, it's too clean.

When I went to bed, I saw my grandmother dragging her tired body to the bed. I asked her, "Grandma, aren't you tired of doing so much work?" "Not tired, so you can exercise and work. Isn't this killing two birds with one stone? " After listening to grandma's words, I fell into a sweet dream.

I had a dream that my grandmother was working hard, and I felt my eyes moist. My grandmother is also a very caring person.

Once, grandma went shopping. Grandma saw a puppy hurt its foot and lay on the side. Without saying anything, grandma ran to the veterinary hospital with the puppy in her arms. The doctor put the medicine on the puppy's foot, and the puppy immediately showed a comfortable look. I saw it bouncing, very cute.

The doctor asked, "Is this dog yours?" "No, this dog is wild. I just feel sorry for it, "grandma replied." As a result, grandma took in the puppy.

Grandma, although you are old, you are young in my heart. I want to say to my grandmother: "Grandma, I wish you always young, happy and happy!" " "The fourth grade of Xincheng Primary School in Yongxiu County, Jiujiang City, Jiangxi Province: L Zheng Liang The third article: Thanksgiving Grandma 550 words Thanksgiving Grandma Pukou Tangquan Primary School Class 6 (1) Ying Zhou; Loving eyes; A pair of hands to help me.

She, has always been my shelter, she has always been my warmest nest, and she has always been my best bosom friend. Who is she? She is my grandmother.

My grandmother is very kind to me, and she is also in charge of my daily life. Usually she scrimps and saves, and her clothes are always patched.

But everything is generous, which always makes me feel a little uneasy. I remember it was early spring, and the weather was warm and cold. I didn't put on more clothes because I didn't watch the weather forecast last night.

I stamped my foot there and suddenly saw a familiar figure. Who is this? When I walked under the street lamp, I clearly saw that it was my grandmother. I shouted, "Grandma!" Grandma greeted her at once.

She took out a scarf and put it on me. Someone held my hand and asked with concern, "Is it cold? My hands are still cold. "

As he spoke, he took off his gloves and covered my purple hands with his wrinkled hands. I felt sad when I looked at my weather-beaten grandmother.

Although I 13 years old, almost taller than her, she still regards me as a baby lying in her arms. So concerned about me.

My hands are much warmer, and the cold wind seems to be infected by grandma's affection, which is warm. After a while, grandma suddenly remembered something, took out hot soybean milk from her bag and kindly said to me, "Come on, drink it in the car."

I nodded. The car soon came in front of us, the door opened and grandma pushed me forward. She just wants her granddaughter to sit in the seat.

The purpose is that simple. Wait till I get near the car.

Through the window, I waved to her, and grandma smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum. I was in the car, drinking soybean milk, which felt particularly fragrant and sweet and melted my heart.

The true feelings are revealed, and there is a faint fragrance between the lips and teeth. If I grow up, I will definitely repay my grandmother, and the kindness of dripping water will be rewarded as a spring, but I deeply understand that no matter how I repay it, I can't repay my dear grandmother.

8. About Grandma's composition in her later years, some people say, "Friendship is the best thing in the world."

I don't object, but I think all the good things in the world are family ties. Speaking of family ties.

With the broad mind of a saint. She lit up my young heart like a bright lamp. She often told me some folk stories that sympathized with the poor and praised justice and light.

She is tall, kind and wrinkled. Although she is old, she is hale and hearty