The last farewell composition for grandma, 900 words.

1.5 years old, when I came home from school at noon every day, I was always the first to run to the kitchen. Looking at my mother's busy figure when cooking, I will jump into my mother's arms at once, and my mother will hug me and say, "Dear baby, come back from school, go and play there, and my mother will cook good food for you." I made my mother bend down and kiss her face, and then I ran out to play happily. Now that I think about it, maybe that kiss was a reward for my mother's hard work. When I was 8 years old, I went home from school at noon every day. I smelled food as soon as I entered the door. My mother was sorting things in my room at this moment and said, "You should learn to do your own thing in the future. Look at your messy books. You have grown up. If you can't even do this little thing, it will make people laugh. " "I know, I know," I said, picking up a piece of meat and stuffing it into my mother's mouth. My mother smiled happily. Now, I gradually understand my mother's love. On my mother's birthday, I bought a big birthday cake with the money I saved. When I walked slowly to my mother with a cake in my hand, she hugged me excitedly with tears in her eyes. I whispered in my mother's ear, "Happy birthday, mom!" " "Mother said emotionally," Nell really grew up. "At that moment, I suddenly understood that a mother also needs her daughter's love and love in return, and the only person who can give her such happiness is me, a daughter who didn't understand maternal love earlier. There are many stories about our mother and daughter. I believe these stories will grow with me, and the love between mother and daughter will be like a stream, never ending. (Tutor: Zhang Wentao) (Author: No.2 Middle School of Chaihu, Zhongxiang City, Hubei Province) My mother and I have lived together for eleven years. Of course, many things happened between my mother and me, and the one I remember most clearly is that one. When I was in the fourth grade of primary school, I was fascinated by chess, so I asked my mother to buy me a box of chess and a book about chess. I am very happy with chess and books, as if I had won a baby. After dinner, I took a book and read it carefully. In a short time, I learned how to play chess and how to move every piece. But how can a person get off? I thought of my mother. Although my mother can't play chess, she readily agreed for me and immediately learned from me modestly. The next morning, I asked my mother if she would like to play chess with me, and my mother readily agreed. The game started, and I proudly arranged the pieces. After arranging the chess game, I asked my mother to play chess first. Because my mother's skill is not as good as mine, a few minutes later, I killed all her soldiers, horses and guns, only two soldiers were lost, one shot and one horse. After a few minutes, my mother was finally eaten by my car. My mother lost, and I jumped with excitement. After several games, I beat my mother every time, which also made me a little proud. After my mother lost the chess game, she took a chess book every day when she had leisure, but I put it aside and didn't even read the book. A month later, I played chess with my mother again. My mother made great progress, but I stopped. The first game was over, and my mother and I tied. The next three games surprised me: I only won one game, while my mother won two. I was really impressed by my mother, and I felt a little ashamed. Students' mothers have surpassed their sons and teachers. I quickly picked up the chessboard and read it intently. I can't be proud anymore. Growing up, my mother taught me knowledge and the truth of being a man. My mother said that she learned a lot with her son, and she grew up with him. Under the care of my mother, my grades have been very good, and my mother has made great progress in chess and card painting, finding the joy of life I have never had before. My mother and I are like two hedgehogs. We are far apart and miss each other. When the distance is close, it hurts each other. I know she loves me just as she knows I love her. However, they still can't help but blurt out those bitter words from their mouths. Once, we tried to accept each other's ideas. For example, I tried to accept Song Zu Ying's high-pitched folk songs, and she accepted Jay Chou's hip-hop style. I tried, but I failed in the end. Until one day, I suddenly found that she was old and her hair was faintly visible. At that moment, I cried with mixed feelings. I have been seriously ill since I was a child, but she never mentioned my illness to me. Just let me take a lot of colorful pills every day; Every night, I listen to her sitting in bed secretly crying; Every weekend, she takes me to Chengdu to see a doctor in hot and cold summer. In this way, the days slipped away from the fingertips. I still take medicine every day; Every morning, I look at her with red eyes and say how soundly she slept last night; It's just that every weekend I start refusing to see a doctor, and she starts wringing my ear in a rage. Then we had a big fight, and finally she cried. She doesn't know, I'm afraid, afraid that she will fall down in my heart one day. She began to thin, so thin that she looked very old. Slowly, there was a persistent pain around her, and she didn't say a word until she was admitted to the hospital. The doctor said she was overworked. I went into the ward to see her. She smiled and said that she would take me to see a doctor today. I turned away angrily, and when I turned around, I heard her crying and scolding me. You have no conscience. She doesn't know, I'm afraid my tears will flood in front of her. . After her illness, she became weaker. However, my relationship with her seems to have eased a lot. But she still twisted my ear, and I still responded with mean words. She and I are two hedgehogs. We are far apart and miss each other. When the distance is close, it hurts each other. Then one day, I began to help her pull out the white hair on her head. One, two, three ... pulled out ten, and then we cried. After all, those two hedgehogs are mother and daughter whose blood is thicker than water! My uncle and I are sworn brothers. When you become sworn, you said that good things are shared and difficulties are shared. But he pushed his blessings to me everywhere and took on the difficulties alone. I remember going to my uncle's house to play with him when I was young. In spring, we run in the fields together and fly kites to our heart's content. In summer, we run in the river together and swim happily; In autumn, we climb trees together to pick walnuts and grapes to eat; In winter, we chase each other, have snowball fights or make snowmen in the yard. A holiday, I came to my uncle's house with the homework assigned by my teacher. It was autumn. As soon as I got there, my uncle took out the walnuts I just picked yesterday and gave them to me. Maybe it's because my uncle's walnuts are delicious. I seem to remember that it was the best I had ever eaten. In those days, I had a good time and did my homework in the morning. Eat walnuts in the afternoon; In the evening, I play games occasionally. One afternoon, my uncle also took out a long stick. As soon as I saw it, I knew my uncle was going to pick walnuts again. I ran to help him pick walnuts. My uncle took out a small hammer from the house, holding walnuts in one hand and carefully peeling walnuts with a hammer in the other. I can clearly see that my uncle's rough hands have been dyed with walnut skin. Suddenly, a mouthful of bright red blood gushed from my uncle's hand. I quickly pressed his finger and asked, "What's the matter, uncle, are you all right?" He smiled: "How come, it's just a few drops of blood, nothing. "This time, I ate the walnuts that my uncle smashed for me and felt more bitter than usual. My uncle not only cares about me, but also educates me carefully. Once, my village partner and I went to someone else's sweet potato cellar to eat sweet potatoes. I didn't feel anything at first, but when I thought of the delicious baked sweet potato, I rushed into the sweet potato cellar regardless. I pulled out two and took them home. My uncle saw it and asked, "Where did you get the sweet potato? "I answered like a, but I thought I could eat the sweet potato baked by my uncle. Who knows, my uncle grabbed it and said, "Don't steal from others in the future." I rushed out of the yard angrily. When I came back in the evening, I saw my uncle standing at the door. I rushed into the yard without looking up and didn't want to talk to him. Who knows, he stopped me: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't blame you, but you can't just take other people's things, sweet potatoes." We have many. If you want to eat, I can bake it for you. "Say, take out the baked sweet potato at the back." Come on, eat! "After I caught it, my tears almost came out. Now, my uncle is not at home, because his family is poor, he has gone to work. Since then, that wonderful life has disappeared. I hope my uncle will come back soon. My favorite people in my childhood are not my parents, but my uncle. Because my parents have to travel for a long time, they have no time to play with me. But my uncle is different. Although he is busy every day, he still takes time to play with me and my brother. Tell us stories every day. Although I am not my uncle's own daughter, he doesn't treat me like an outsider, and gives me anything delicious and fun. So my brother always shows off his father as a great man in front of others. My uncle soon learned about it, and he kindly said to his younger brother, "Do you know, son? There is no need to talk about it when a person has a good heart. If he is proud of doing something good, then others will not say hello from the heart. A kind heart should be expressed from practical actions. "Although I don't know what uncle's profound words mean, they have always impressed me. In my mind, my uncle is still an enthusiastic person. One day, he saw Aunt Wang panting and struggling to carry a bag of rice on her way home. My uncle saw it and ran over without saying anything. He said to Aunt Wang, "Grandpa, you are tired. Let me help you move home! " Before Aunt Wang could speak, my uncle had walked to Aunt Wang's house with the bag of rice. Aunt Wang smiled and said, "What a good man." At this time, I said to Aunt Wang, "Grandma, let's help you go home!" " "Brother said," Yes, yes! Let's take you home. ""Well, thank you very much. " Aunt Wang said with a smile. To tell the truth, Aunt Wang's home is really far away. I thought of my uncle again. He must be exhausted. We walked and walked, and finally arrived at Aunt Wang's house. Aunt Wang smiled and said, "Thank you very much. Why not eat here and then go? " My uncle quickly said, "No, it is right to help people." Say that finish with my brother and I went home. Besides, my uncle is a versatile man. He can not only play the flute, but also play the violin. My uncle is almost perfect in my mind. Five years later, I am not the little girl who used to cry. Last summer vacation, my mother and I went back to our hometown. I learned that my uncle was elected as the deputy mayor. The smile still hangs on my uncle's face. But according to my little friend, my uncle has changed, and now he is not the kind person he used to be. At first, I didn't believe what my friends said. But one day I finally knew that my little friend didn't lie to me, and my uncle really changed. It was a sunny day. I skipped to my uncle's house and wanted to play with my brother. When I came to the living room, I heard something I shouldn't and didn't want to hear. A middle-aged man in his thirties said to his uncle, "Mayor, this is a little token of our family's affection for the mayor. Ask the mayor to accept it. " I thought to myself: what a nuisance, another flatterer, but today he has the wrong person, and my uncle will definitely call him dog blood. When I was in my mind, I heard my uncle casually say, "Well, Xiao Zhao, I heard that you are building a house over there ..." The man had the cheek to say with a smile, "No problem, it's very simple. I don't know my son, the mayor ... ""I know what to do, you can rest assured. " Say that finish, they smiled at each other. At this point, tears have blurred my vision. Is this my uncle? Absolutely not! I don't believe it! I don't believe it! Why on earth, why! I learned later that it was all about money and wealth. Are these the most important things in the world? No, it's not. The most important thing in the world is your old and kind heart! Uncle, wake up! What I want is my old uncle. My old uncle is poor, but he is kind, but he has backbone. Come back, uncle ... 6 There are people who will accompany me all my life, my mother who put me in her mouth for fear of melting, and my father who treats me as a treasure. But grandma impressed me the most. Grandma is over seventy years old. She is very weak. She always bends over when she walks, and she often coughs, which makes people very worried. But grandma only cares about my little grandson. On a cool and sunny night, my parents went on a business trip, leaving only my grandmother and me at home. Coincidentally, I have a fever and my grandmother is ill. So grandma took me to see a doctor. There was a strong wind all the way, and I was freezing. My grandmother, wearing thin clothes, gave me her own clothes and felt very "painful". Grandma and I walked to a high stone bridge. Grandma doesn't even have strength. She gritted her teeth and walked with difficulty, because she was weak and usually walked unsteadily. In an instant, grandma stepped on the stone bridge with her right foot and her body shook again. At this moment, my heart ached, but she just wanted to take me to the hospital, so when she stepped on her left foot, grandma fell down. I said sadly and loudly, "put me down quickly." As a result, grandma was strong enough to carry me. I think: grandma's body is already very weak, go on like this. She will faint, she will be frozen and rolled up. Old grandma can't stand the winter in the north wind. "My heart can't be calm for a long time. After a while, grandma took me to the hospital and immediately called a doctor to treat me. I looked at my grandmother's haggard appearance and couldn't restrain my feelings. Tears fell like rain. Although grandma is very old and haggard, I admire her spirit of caring for others and ignoring herself. My favorite-my grandmother. .