Composition for visiting relatives in the New Year 100

Composition about Chinese New Year: Go to grandma's house for Chinese New Year.

My mother is from Guizhou and has never been to my grandmother's house since she was a child. When I was a child, I was envious of watching other children go to my grandmother's house. I often pester my mother for her grandmother. My mother always says, "I'll take you to see her later." But I haven't been here since, so I won't mention it slowly.

Last winter vacation, when my mother said she would take me to my grandmother's house, I really didn't believe my ears. It was not until I got on the train that I believed that I had finally met my dear grandma.

But not long after I got on the bus, I began to regret it. As it is at the peak of Spring Festival travel rush, the train is crowded with people, and all kinds of inexplicable smells are intertwined, which makes people breathless. No way, I had to sleep and read for a while, and finally survived 30 hours.

After getting off the train and bumping on the mountain road for four hours, we finally stopped in front of a big mountain. I got out of the car with my luggage and moved my numb legs and feet. I found no one at the foot of the mountain!

"Hey, mom, where is grandma's house?"

Mother smiled wearily and said, "It's still early. There are still about two hours of mountain climbing. You have to go by yourself. " Oh, my God, I almost passed out. Now I understand why until today, I am almost 12 years old, and she took me to my grandmother's house!

Fortunately, it didn't take long for my uncle to pick us up. When he first met me, he seemed a little excited. He actually picked me up at once and made me blush.

On a cold winter afternoon, the three of us trudged on the winding mountain road. I can see that my uncle really wants to make me happy and has been telling me something in blunt Mandarin. I gave him a perfunctory answer. My whole body aches, and I secretly swear: Next time, if you kill me, I won't come.

Walking into the sunset, I suddenly heard my uncle say to me, "Linlin, here we are." I looked up and saw an old village with mottled white walls and black tiles. There are many people standing under a big tree at the entrance to the village. They found us, too I saw a thin and tall old woman rushing over, grabbing me and mumbling something. I don't understand her, but I can still hear the word "Linlin". My mother choked up and said to me, "son, call me grandma."

"grandma!" It's a little embarrassing to say these two words in front of me for the first time. I saw grandma's tears gushing out at once. ...

During the Spring Festival at my grandmother's house, I felt like a favored princess, surrounded by deep affection all the time, but the happy time was always short. On the fourth day, we left for home.

Once again set foot on the rugged mountain road, my grandmother took my hand and my uncle helped us with our luggage and sent us down one by one. Along the way, grandma said the most to me: "Come again." I said it again and again. At the foot of the mountain, the car came from far away. Grandma grabbed me eagerly and repeated these three words. I looked at the towering mountains and grandma's wrinkled face, tried to learn Guizhou dialect and said to her, "Grandma, next year, our family will come here for the New Year!" " "