Grandma's Love Composition 600 words (1)

The ups and downs of love is noble, and the silent love is great; But let me have a meticulous and selfless love, it is dedicated, heart without side egret to love people—— notes preceding the text of a book or following the title of an article

A silver hair emits a faint golden light under the dim light. The wrinkles on the face are clustered like grooves. The presbyopic glasses with missing arms and legs are hung on the neck, and the needle basket with her for many years is held in the arms. This is the daily image of Grandma in my eyes.

She loves a big needle most. This needle has appeared in the task of sewing clothes together with Grandma's thimble since I was a child. There are traces of it shuttling back and forth everywhere on my clothes. Every time she picks up the needle again, Grandma seems to meet an old friend again and talk about the past: she used to wear it in the cold wind, but now she embroiders it in the dark.

The clothes are as bad as ever. Grandma put the clothes on the bed as usual, just like setting an alarm clock after we fell asleep.

The family began to read the dream brought by the sleeping fairy. When the noise calmed down in the world, just as dusk fell in the silent forest, when the moonlight reached the top of the mountain step by step - Grandma got up and sewed with the light of the desk lamp. If the clothes were paper, Grandma would be a brilliant writer, writing on the clothes quickly with needle and thread. The thimble with holes in its fingers was flying up and down. The needle tip scrapes from the scalp from time to time, and then continues to sew. The needle breaks the cloth and suddenly appears like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. The thimble is pushed from behind. The needle runs on the silent and delicate strings of love, playing selfless music. Grandma's love turned into a thread, a thread of knitting, engraved on the clothes.

The day dawned. The sound of whistling in the garden adds a shade of gloom to the morning still wrapped in the morning light. Grandma turned off the desk lamp and modified her clothes with the first ray of sunshine in the sky: how to make it fit better? How to keep warm? Do you want to remove the label? Is it better to sew the name on?

The sunlight dances in the pool, like a small shuttle weaving a golden carpet.

The first ray of sunlight jumped in Grandma's bloodshot eyes. Grandma licked her lips, rubbed her stiff fingers, moved to her side next to the wall, and gently placed the mended clothes on the bed head to smooth them.

The needle is a pen, a witness and a narrator. The description outlines the mark left by Grandma. For twelve years, it has linked countless traces of love written on clothes, swaying and soaking in the heart. Twelve years of memory and love, wear together.

Grandma's Love Composition 600 words (2)

My grandmother is 58 years old this year. She is medium height and always likes to wear a brown coat with a green apron on her waist. Those wrinkled eyes. She can't close her mouth as long as she smiles. At this time, you can see that there are only a few "guards" left in her mouth - front teeth. My grandma is very loquacious. Once she starts to loquacious, she will never stop. Grandma's loquacity grows with her, but I still like her loquacity.

Although Grandma likes nagging, I never hate her. Once, Grandma went shopping and came back a little late. When she got home, Grandpa said a few words to Grandma, and Grandma took the trouble to start "chanting scriptures" again. "It was very tiring to go shopping today! There was a traffic jam on the road, and it was not easy to buy so many things. You didn't go to help, but asked me to pick up so many things, which exhausted me. Now I'm old, and I can't move quickly. I can't do anything well. I came back late today. I wanted to come back for a hot meal, but you didn't do anything. I have to do it myself. The whole family will let me do everything. I don't know if I will be tired one day!

At this time, my sister came back from school with her schoolbag on her back. After writing your homework for a while, she cried out to watch TV. Grandfather didn't allow her. Grandmother came out and said, "Children, study is the most important thing!" You are only in the third grade, and you will go to junior high school, high school, and college later. There is still a long way to go! What if you don't study hard, have no knowledge, and can't go to college when you grow up. Now people who are going to college never watch TV. No wonder they study so well. After finishing the homework, read the book, review the lessons, do exercises, do a good job in learning, and then go to study television. Do you hear me. My sister had already blocked her ears tightly. Seeing her grandmother was gone, she took out the cotton and said, "What a babble, Then study.

Since ancient times, good advice is hard to hear. Although Grandma is a bit loquacious, that loquacious is full of her feelings for us. I hope Grandma's "nagging" will always accompany me throughout my life!

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I remember one summer when the sun scorched the earth. But Grandma still carried a big basket and bought many of my favorite dishes, especially the big crabs. Grandma was going to kill crabs. They were holding two "scissors pliers", as if they were ready to defend and attack. Grandma tried to cut the crab with a knife, but as soon as she approached with the knife, a crab firmly clamped the edge of the knife with two big tongs. Grandma had to put a chopsticks into the crab's big tongs, and the "big tongs" suddenly grabbed the chopsticks again. Grandma was overjoyed when another crab clamped one of Grandma's fingers with tongs! "Ah!" Grandma shouted, and I quickly used the shovel to hit the crab's pliers. I broke the pliers, but Grandma's fingers were bleeding. I was very sad, but my grandmother pressed her finger and said to me, "It's OK. I was careless. I will pay attention next time!" My tears came from the bottom of my heart.

Once, just in the middle of the night, I suddenly had a high fever. My whole body was weak and my face was red. I felt very uncomfortable. Grandma touched my forehead and said, "Wow! Xuanxuan has a fever! Grandma will get you a hot towel to wipe it! Don't be afraid!" Then everyone fell asleep. But my grandmother took care of me, gave me medicine and water, and said to me kindly, "It doesn't matter, it will be all right soon! Sleep in peace!" I felt a warm current coming to my heart, which was extremely warm. That night, Grandma accompanied me and took care of me until dawn.

I love my grandma because she has the quality of persistence, humility and love. I will learn from you in the future.

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My grandma is always tidy and tidy, with her ears full of silver. His face is covered with wrinkles, like the water ripples aroused by stones, which are uneven and full of traces of years. The old man, who was not tall at all, was bent down by the years and looked even smaller. A pair of hands with blue veins, like weathered bark, always take care of me. It was such an old man over seventy who gave me meticulous love in every bit of life.

Every weekend, Grandma always calls early to let us go home for dinner. Then she went shopping on a small tricycle. My favorite ingredient was steamed pork with rice flour. oh By the way, Grandma is to pick me up and send me off on my bike. When everything was ready, she plunged into the kitchen to get busy. First of all, she poured the prepared rice and ingredients into the pot and stir fried them. When the rice turned yellow, she left the pot to cool, and then ground them into small rice grains. Then she fully mixed the meat and seasonings and pickled them. Finally, she steamed the cured meat and sticky rice flour in the pot and waited for us to go home to enjoy. Looking at the dishes carefully prepared by my grandmother, it reminds me that "I have worked hard all my life for years, and love sprouts are thriving". In addition to her superb cooking skills, Grandma also has first-class needlework.

have clever hands and good sense

From childhood to adulthood, Grandma always made clothes for me in different seasons by hand. Once, the weather was very hot and the sun was blazing. I wore the clothes my grandmother had made before to go home for dinner. Grandma saw that my clothes were a little old, so she kept in mind. After dinner, we all left. Grandma walked to the street alone in the scorching sun and took the purchased cloth home without stopping. Put on the reading glasses, open the sewing machine that is older than me, and then concentrate on sitting down. According to my impression, cut the cloth carefully. Finally, sew the cut cloth together carefully, and finally, it becomes a new suit tailored for me. Wearing the new clothes made by Grandma is amazing. I show off Grandma's good craftsmanship when I meet people.

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In the morning, the sun shines on me warmly. I opened my sleepy eyes, put on my slippers, and shambled to wash. I walked around while brushing my teeth, only to find that Grandma was not at home. Maybe I went to buy vegetables! The sunlight of the sun shines through the gaps between the leaves and scatters on the red brick road. It seems that the ancient clock has made ten "dong dong" sounds. It's already ten o'clock. After a while, the sound of opening the door with a key came from the door. It was Grandma who came back. Her face was red, and her sweat was big and hung on her forehead. The sweat soaked her clothes, and her hands were cut red because she had been lifting heavy things for a long time. She asked me in a hurry: "Granddaughter, do you want to drink tremella soup? Today the food market is too old to move." I nodded after a pause. So Grandma tied up her apron and went into the kitchen again.

In the kitchen, there was a mist of water, and you could see the figure of Grandma working. I walked into the kitchen gently, and the golden sun gently sprinkled on my grandma's face. I saw the wrinkles left by the years, each of which recorded her years of hard work for us. After the tremella soup was cooked, my grandmother filled a bowl for me. One after another tremella floated on the water, a big jujube lay in the water, and then sprinkled a few medlar. I looked at my grandma and she nodded. I scooped up a spoon and gently put it into my mouth. The lotus seeds were soft and melted in my mouth. Jujube fragrance is twined on the tip of the tongue and curled in the mouth, overflowing sweet. A bowl of tremella, a heart, a warm current came to my heart, I could not help but wet my eyes

Grandma's love is in the thick soup