It is a year festival. Out of the window, the lotus smile, tears of spit, at the moment, I can not help but think of an old man.
When I was a child, my father and mother worked in the field, and I lived with my grandmother in the country. In the winter, we have a special cold, my grandmother's hand and cracked, feels very rough, I saw the grandmother to buy a pair of gloves, so that the hand will not be frozen so badly. Every grandma said to me: "no, some things can save down to pay your tuition, see the day cold, I also old, not afraid of this pain, but you, the skin and tender, if you are frozen, how to learn?" I was deeply touched by the words of my grandmother, the suppression of the heart of the excitement in the Kang before the quiet drying.
The school to hold a painting competition, I was holding a cold, hands frozen red, seriously in front of the table to practice painting, Grandma see, call my attention to keep warm, then go out to buy things, I am filled with confusion: grandma rarely go out to buy things, usually what is saved, and now what is there, she went out to buy it? Then I lowered my head and continued to draw.
The night before the game, grandma live to finish is in his room to and wondered what to do also closed the door, next to a woman over sent cookies for us to eat, my grandmother used to love, I do not know how, let him eat out, is not willing to come out, also said that what before the work was finished, told me not to go, not to finish? And what did not live? I shook my head and went to eat cookies.
The next day I want to go to the game, grandma in my before going out to me prepared painting activities, I go out of the door not far, grandma gave I stopped, plug give me a pair of wool woven pink glove, grandma told me: "this cold so badly, if your hands are freezing what first name? Take it, take a good game, grandma, and your good news!" Then, gave me a smile. I was touched by this, a wool is Grandma's love for me? My tears, go to school......
Out of the window, who sang the song "September nine". Ah! In this beautiful day, may the world all the old people are safe and peaceful, the face is hung with a pleasant smile.
又是一年重阳节。窗外，芙蓉含笑，秋菊吐芳，此刻，我不禁想起一位老人。 小时候，我的爸爸妈妈在外地工作，我和奶奶在乡下住着。到了冬天，我们那里特别冷，奶奶的手又裂开了，摸上去感觉十分粗糙，我见了劝奶奶去买一双手套，这样手就不会被冻得这么厉害了。可每次奶奶都对我说：“不行，有些东西能节约就节约下来给你交学费，看这天冷了，我也老了，不怕这点痛，反倒是你，皮肤又嫩，如果被冻的厉害，那你还怎么学习？”我被奶奶的话深深的感动了，抑制着内心的激动在炕前安静的烘着手。 这次学校要举行绘画比赛，我顶着寒冷，手被冻得通红，认真的在桌前练习画画，奶奶见了、叫我注意保暖，随后便出门买东西去了，我满心迷惑：奶奶很少出去买东西的啊，平时什么都很节约，现在家里什么都还有，她出去买什么呢？接着我又低下头继续画画了。 到了比赛前一天晚上，奶奶一干完活就在他房间里去了，不知干什么还把门关上了，隔壁张大娘过来送甜饼给我们吃，以前奶奶最爱吃了，不知怎么的，叫他出来吃，死活也不肯出来，还说有什么活没干完，叫我不要进去，不是都给干完了么，还有什么活没？我摇了摇头便去吃甜饼了。 第二天我要去比赛了，奶奶在我出门前给我备好了画画用品，我走出门没多远时，奶奶便把我叫住，塞给我一双毛线织的粉色手套，奶奶告诉我：“这天冷的这么厉害，如果你的手被冻坏了那可怎么的第一名？带上吧，好好比赛，奶奶等你的好消息！”说完，还送我一个微笑。我被感动了，这一根根毛线不就是奶奶对我的爱吗？我热泪盈眶，向学校走去…… 窗外，是谁唱起《九月九》这只熟悉的歌。啊！在这美好的日子里，愿天下所有的老人都平安而祥和，脸上都挂着舒心的微笑。
