Composition (flower in memory). Ask to write a story about a stranger and me, ask for originality, and add 100 for good.

Flowers blooming in the depths of memory

My grandmother and I spent our childhood in the country. Grandma's kindness and diligence, like a bright carnation, bloom in the memory of my young mind.

At that time, my grandmother had passed the flower armor, but she was in good health. There is always a smile on the brow, smiling at life, smiling at life. She always lets me sit in her pocket and tell me her endless life experiences.

Grandma is a kind old man. I remember that winter, grandma caught a cold and coughed badly, but she didn't go to the hospital for an injection, fearing spending money. Always say that people who do things will be fine in a few days, it doesn't matter. He often washes clothes and cooks for me. One day, I just came home from school and walked to the door. A man in rags leaned against my door. I immediately understood his purpose, and I was disgusted. I said angrily, "Oh, let's go, let's go, it stinks!" " "Grandma heard the voice coming out of the room and quickly grabbed me and motioned me not to talk with her eyes. Rong Hou smiled and said to the man in rags, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my grandson is not sensible, please wait a moment." "After a while, grandma brought a bowl of hot food from home and put it in his hand, and also brought him a chair to sit and eat. The man ate a bowl three times, five times and twice, and grandma came into the room and added him another bowl. After dinner, grandma took out another ten dollars for him. I stood by and watched, and I was very angry. I really don't understand. Grandma is ill and can't bear to spend money on injections. Why would she give money to a complete stranger? When grandma talked to him, the smile on her face seemed to never break. Hum, a tramp, all dirty, grandma is so good to him, is it necessary? After seeing the man off, grandma looked at me and was still angry. She said to me earnestly, "Grandson, we can't look down on people. Think about it, if you need help from others in the most difficult time, but others give you a cold shoulder, will you feel better? We should try our best to help others, and others will help you. "What a simple language, grandma! Your kindness and love are like a seed planted in my heart.

Grandma is a hardworking old man. Grandma's vegetable garden is like a hundred flowers garden. There are rape flowers in spring, cucumber flowers and loofah flowers in summer, pumpkin flowers flowers in autumn, radish flowers in winter and some unknown wild flowers. Among the flowers, there are the laughter of grandparents and grandchildren, and there are twenty-four solar term song called by grandma. Throughout the year, grandma always has endless things to do and has never been idle. Working in the field during the day, always leaning on the bed at night, teaching me to read while sewing: weeding at noon, sweat dripping down the soil. Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard? This poem.

Time flies, I have entered junior high school unconsciously, and my grandmother has left me for many years, but her smile and behavior are still clearly in my memory. Her attitude towards people, her efforts and her laughter will always teach me, accompany me to study, accompany me to live and accompany me forever. ...

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