Story composition of elders 1 Open the door of memory. In retrospect, my stories abound and many things have been forgotten. But one thing has been haunting my mind.
I remember it happened in my third grade. This is my first time to participate in the speech contest in our school. I was so nervous that the manuscript was revised many times. My heart is pounding, and I even hope that the game will be cancelled temporarily. But things didn't go as smoothly as expected, and the game came soon.
On the day of the competition, my mother and I came to the conference room on the fifth floor-the competition site. The teacher asked us to draw lots. I picked the fourth place in the first game. I waited in my seat. There was silence around me. The air is very hot. I am like a mouse about to be eaten by a cat. I'm nervous.
Time went by, and finally it was my turn. I stepped onto the platform in fear and trembling and said loudly, "Hello, everyone, I'm Li Houran from Class 4 (1), and I ..." I said excitedly. On the stage, I saw my mother smiling at me and the judges nodded approvingly. I am more and more confident, and my speech is more and more wonderful.
When I finally finished speaking, I bowed to the audience and they all gave me warm applause. At this moment, I clearly feel that when I grow up, I can face difficulties and become strong! As a result of the competition, I won an award.
The significance of this speech is not only to win the prize, but also to gain a truth: "Nothing is difficult in the world, only if you put your mind to it."
There is a happy couple. One day, my wife was pregnant and everyone was very happy. In order to give the baby a clever mind, dad bought some music CDs and put them in the baby's stomach. Finally one day, the baby was born! In the morning, the baby wakes up with wonderful music, and at night, the baby falls asleep with soft music. Mom and dad also sing children's songs to her from time to time. When she was 4 years old, her father took her to learn the piano, accompanied her to class, accompanied her to practice the piano, and let the children be influenced by music. Melodious piano sounds make children love music more.
When the child grows up, her father takes her to concerts, dances, contacts with Chinese and foreign music cultures and feels colorful music. When I was 9 years old, my father gave my child an MP3 player to download her favorite music and songs online and listen to the music industry.
Yes, fortunately, that child is me. However, I didn't know much about music until one day, I was deeply moved by Han Hong's Dawn and the story behind it in class. Before, Mr. Pu asked me to write a famous sentence about music, which was written by my father. Later, I took a quick look and didn't care too much, so I quickly handed it in.
Today, I once again produced Quotations of Musical Celebrities, which deepened my understanding of music. It turns out that music is everywhere. It has always accompanied me, made me happy, moved me, and made me advocate kindness and pursue beauty. As Xian Xinghai said: Music is the greatest happiness in life; Music is a clear spring of life; Music is a melting pot for cultivating temperament.
Today, my grandmother taught me a lesson.
When I saw a green vegetable at dinner, I threw it aside. Grandma started her class.
"Son, how can you waste food like this? I didn't want to talk about it in the first place. Even the braised rice you hate most is rare. The corn we eat on weekdays is mushy. You are too extravagant now to cherish. Do you know what corn husks are? Even if you grind the corn on a stone plate and boil the skin into a paste, you still can't eat enough. As you can eat now, needless to say, the food is so nutritious. I really don't know when I will be blessed! In our time, it was the greatest happiness to eat simple meals a year. Some people starve to death. " I looked surprised at that time, and I had no idea that anyone would starve to death. The family is sitting by the fire, and the tap is gurgling. Grandma's face showed an injured expression. I don't know whether tears or tap water splashed on her face.
Grandma went on to say, "cotton is added to clothes in winter." In spring, the cotton inside is torn off and worn as spring clothes. Many patches on clothes are very common. There are many brothers and sisters, just put on warm clothes. It's not like people have winter clothes in winter and summer clothes in summer. "
There are ripples in my heart. We have everything now, and we are still picky. I can't help looking down. Suddenly I feel that my life now is really happy! You can't say luxury cars and big houses, at least you have plenty of food and clothing. After learning from this painful experience, I cherish the happy life now even more.
When I was a child, my grandfather often told me stories and told many stories. Three little pigs impressed me the most.
One day, mother pig called three little pigs and said, "children, you are all grown up and should have your own life." Get out! "
Big brother walked around and saw a pile of straw and said, "I want to build a straw house!" " "Say that finish, immediately built up.
The second child saw some logs rolling on the road and thought, "just a few logs, I want to build a wooden house with them!" " "Say that finish, immediately built up.
In the process of looking for building materials, the third fat man saw a pile of bricks and thought, "I want to build a house with these bricks, and they must be strong and beautiful." How nice! "Say that finish, meticulous cover up.
A wolf knew this and said, "Now, I am very lucky, haha ..."
At night, the wolf found the biggest round straw house. When "Hoo ..." exploded, exploded. Yuan Yuan fled to the second rolling home. When the wolf pushes,' Dong' is pushed. Yuan Yuan and Raul fled to the big old house. No matter how the wolf blows and pushes, he can't get a fat house. The wolf saw a chimney on the roof. No, Xiao Pang burned a pot of oil under the chimney, and the wolf fell into Xiao Pang's oil pan with a bang. Don't burn yourself.
Since then, the pig has lived a happy life.
The hot summer is fleeting, and with the coolness, grandma is ready to dry her intestines again.
The spice of air-dried sausage was sent from my hometown, where I had too many memories. Facing our hometown, we are just children who have left their hometown and occasionally dream back.
With spices, you need to buy meat, good lean meat. When you buy meat, you must chop it up. At this time, take a big pot, add chopped meat, add seasoning, and add seasoning such as salt, sesame oil and soy sauce. Grandma washes her hands and mixes the meat, but she has to mix it slowly. This is very different from dough. The dough is gluten and soft, and the technique and feel are different. About half an hour later, grandma mixed the meat, and the cracks in her hands were soaked in gravy, which made me feel delicious. I enjoyed it and felt sad, so I shook my head and left.
This kind of work takes a long time, and grandparents take turns doing it.
Towards evening, grandpa carefully took out the "enema" from a sticky little box-that's how I got my name anyway. I don't understand many old things about my elders. At this time, I didn't want to think much, so the family gathered around the table. Grandma will take out the soft casing and slowly put it on the hole in front of the enema machine. The casing is soft and slippery. One person put the meat in, one person shook the handle hard, and the other person peeled the casing down to avoid bursting. To outsiders, the job was extremely difficult, but under grandpa's command, everything became easier.
"Dad, go and grind the meat, like this." Grandpa said as he demonstrated shaking the handle.
He shouted again, "Mom, come and peel the casing, and I'll rest for a while."
The whole family has long been familiar with the details, needless to say, just do it. Although I know it, my heart is weak and my hands are unlucky. I often make casings thick and thin. Grandpa looked funny, stretched out a skilled and steady hand, taught me to peel it off bit by bit, and scolded me with words from time to time: "Do you understand? How easy it is to do this! Think before you do it, you little fool! " Say that finish, I played the warhead with my fingers and went to rest again.
Enema is not fast, eat slowly. It is hard for me to imagine that in the autumn of my hometown, several big men in Northeast China are quietly studying this thing.
Grandpa often talks about his youth: "When your grandmother and I were young, I touched my hand so lightly that the meat spilled all over the floor, alas!" I made a funny gesture that made me laugh.
Then grandpa explained, "Do you know why you made this air-dried sausage? Winter in the northeast may be very long. There is no fresh meat to eat in winter. You can eat this sausage all winter! "
After a day of bowel washing, I was busy until midnight, and then I fell asleep as soon as the morning light came.
Air-dried sausages, as the name implies, will eventually air-dry for more than ten days, and then usher in a real feast. In winter, the family eats delicious sausages in a warm room and listens to the story of grandpa's youth, which is as warm as spring.
There are few enemas at home in recent years. Maybe the elders are old. I want to know more about them and read their stories at this time. After all, the elders are also children abandoned by their hometown, and their stories have become faint memories!
Slowly, the rusty door was pushed open, leaving only half of the threshold at the foot. We entered this old house with blue bricks and red tiles.
In a small corner, there is a mouthful of muddy water and an iron basin full of rice. Slowly, we stepped into the door, and on the left was a small round wooden table covered with a piece of tin foil. There is a row of sofas in the middle and a TV in front. Looking to the right, it is a polished stove.
After a short rest, after grandpa shouted "eat", we entered the carnival and excitement.
New Year's Eve is our own specialty!
First, shredded pork with green pepper. Look at that shredded pork. Fat and tender, with some lean meat in it.
Second, it is Sichuan-style pork, and the strong fragrance has just poured into the nose at the moment of introduction.
The third kind is chicken soup, which has a faint fragrance.
The fourth way ...
An hour passed, and the men took off their clothes and tied them around their waists, gulped down the wine and kept touching their bulging stomachs; The woman took out her mobile phone and took a picture of Weibo; All that's left are the old people, the children and the dishes that have been swept away.
Faced with all this, grandpa sighed and said to me meaningfully, "Sun Tzu, in our time, men were still like men today. What about women? Always chatting with elders. But what about now? Everyone is playing with their mobile phones. Fortunately, you came to accompany me, otherwise I can only play with the disk. "
Grandpa told me: "At that time, we were happier than the Chinese New Year. What we look forward to most during the Spring Festival is new clothes, followed by being able to eat a meal of pork. Stewed trotters! Braised pork! A pile of meat-related food. " Grandpa took a sip of tea. "At that time, the Spring Festival was really fun for children and hard work for adults!" "
I looked at grandpa's deep eyes and wrinkled face. The old wrinkled skin is engraved in grandpa's eyes like a brand.
Later, grandpa talked about the street again. It is said that the streets were very busy at that time, not only people shouted tired, but also people watched dragon dances.
Grandpa glanced at his mother who was playing with her mobile phone seriously, and then said to me, "The dragon is a dragon shelf built by professionals, made of various flammable reflective materials such as colored paper." Someone is leading the water tap in front, and three people are playing with pearls in front. At that time, rich people could always pay for dragon dancers to come to his house. After the sound of gongs and drums, they set off firecrackers and lit them with fire. The dragon had nowhere to escape until it burned to the end-very beautiful.
How happy the past days were! You can cook a good dish, eat raw meat with relish and watch the dragon dance happily!
In the celebration of the Spring Festival, my grandfather's past stories appeared in front of my eyes one after another. How fulfilling life was at that time!
Every year, I look forward to the Spring Festival coming soon. I can always eat and drink, and slowly read the stories of my elders. ...
After the Spring Festival every year, the shops and supermarkets in the street open their doors one after another. My family members who traveled abroad have all returned to Chengdu. My grandmother led her son and daughter and I to Xindu, not far from the city, to buy spice douban for a year.
Every time I go to Xindu, the sun will come out one day. Every time I arrive in the new capital, my grandparents always tell the same story.
From their words, I heard many stories about my father's past.
Sometimes, we will pass by ordinary old houses. Grandpa will be very excited to hold his father's shoulder, lean forward and point.
"Look! That's the house we used to live in, divided by unit, very small! Remember when I used to wake you up and run around the wall ............ "
Every time my father hears my grandfather recall the past, there is always a smile on his face that is hard to see at home.
When it comes to the market for watercress, it's still as messy and smelly as last year.
The elders walked in with familiarity and soon found a shop to make watercress.
The door of that shop is engraved with the shadow of time like other shops. The ceiling has been aging and yellow for a long time, and the rickety electric fan can only be said to have barely fallen. The surrounding walls are full of deep and shallow pits. A transparent watercress container is placed on the ground, and it is unclear whether it is red inside or red outside. In the corner of the store, there is a folding table and a small square chair with four corners, which is used by the proprietress for eating. Because we arrived, she put down her chopsticks and left the desk and chair to entertain us guests.
As soon as she saw her grandmother, she held hands like an old acquaintance, hugged her and talked about her body, what happened in her community and all kinds of gossip. ...
We bought watercress and drove back to Chengdu. I don't know why, compared with when I went home, it seems to be an examination room and an early morning food market, and it seems a little lonely.
Back to grandma's house, I began to repackage watercress. Usually grandparents make a spicy Sichuan dish with new watercress first. They danced in the kitchen with all kinds of kitchen utensils that they had used for half their lives. Soon, plates of bright red and spicy Sichuan food were put on the table.
I think that the pots of bright red watercress not only witnessed the appearance of the elders, but gradually changed from young and delicate to as mellow as the watercress in front of me after years of experience. Wrinkles also crept up the cheeks, witnessing the delicacy and bitterness of the traditional watercress left by our ancestors.
In the bright red watercress, I read the story of my elders.
The story of Elder 8 is "changed, changed, and the changes in these 30 years are really great." Mother sighed. I listened to my mother's words and felt great changes.
30 years is like a song. 30 years is a short moment for the long river of history. However, this is a rich and unforgettable process for a country that has gradually developed from poverty to prosperity, civilization and harmony.
Since the reform and opening up, it has gone through 30 years of glory. 30 years is 30 years of rapid economic prosperity in China! 30 years is 30 years of social harmony and stability in China! 30 years is the 30 years of steady development of education in China! 30 years is the 30 years of continuous innovation in China's space industry! 30 years is the 30 years of vigorous development of sports in China! In the past 30 years, we have experienced the joy of recovering Hong Kong and Macao, the success of one country, two systems, the spectacular Three Gorges Project, shenzhou spaceship's feat in heaven, the passion of developing the western region, and the pride of successfully hosting the Olympic Games. ...
According to my mother, in the era of voucher supply in the planned economy period, you can buy at most two new clothes a year, or ordinary cotton cloth. Now every little angel has at least several sets of clothes with good style and texture and distinct seasons. The supply of food is unforgettable for my mother. All the meat I buy is floating, so I don't have to be choosy. I have to wait in line in the open air, worrying about whether there are any goods to buy when it's my turn. Thirty years ago, many families had only one house. Almost the same layout was to put a bed or a wardrobe in the middle of the house, draw curtains to divide the house into two rooms, with the living room and dining room in front. If conditions are better, you can prepare one or two ponies or Xiao Mu stools. Families with many children are also designed as bunk beds, and behind the second bed is the unification of another bedroom and storage room. Now that there are three rooms and one living room, most people have their own independent kingdom, and the excitement is self-evident. Moreover, in the late 1980s, the boiler room only had boiling water in the morning, which could meet the needs of the whole day. It is uncomfortable to sit next to the office and reach for the water dispenser to fill pure water now.
Great changes have taken place in my hometown, and many tall buildings have been built. Some buildings, such as the Oriental Pearl, Jinmao Tower and Shanghai Grand Theatre, are in a leading position in Asia. Between the banks of the Huangpu River, five dragons have been set up to connect Pudong and Puxi, and a multi-line subway has been opened, making the traffic more convenient. Now, Shanghai is preparing for the World Expo. ...
I feel a lot about the changes in the past 30 years, and these changes are just a small microcosm of the lives of thousands of people in Qian Qian. We firmly believe that there will be another glorious 30 years on the journey of the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation! The rise of the Chinese nation will surely make the world proud of us. I believe that the motherland will be more and more prosperous and the people's lives will be better and better.
The sun is shining outside the window, and my mother is busy sunbathing everywhere. Seeing her face full of satisfaction and joy, and thinking that she is bored, I am a little puzzled.
"Mom, did you have any troubles when you were a child?" I suddenly asked my mother. "Of course!" My mother was startled by my sudden question. "Why do you ask?" "I'm just curious, please tell me what kind of trouble this is? Can you tell me about it? "
"yes! I remember when I was 6 years old, your grandmother took me to Hangzhou Children's Paradise for my birthday. The children's paradise at that time was not like your children's paradise now. There is no space exploration, no bumper cars, no cartoon cars, and even the most boring boating you think. " "What's so funny about that?" I feel a little sorry for my mother's childhood. "But, do you think about it, in that even ate the last meal, how can there be such fun game equipment now? I remember that in those days, the most fun game equipment should be riding a stroller. "
Mother gradually immersed in memories. "As soon as I entered the children's playground, I took a fancy to riding a children's car and took your grandmother to play riding a children's car. At that time, my grandmother might think: Today is Xiaoping's birthday, just follow her. So, under the care of your grandmother, I got on the child's car carefully. In a short time, I learned to ride a pram, and I rode it heartily and happily, scaring your grandmother into a cold sweat. The more I ride, the more excited I get. Time flies. We should go home in half an hour, but I didn't have enough fun, so I refused to get off the bus and cried and played. Your grandmother didn't agree, so I said,' Then take it home to play.' Your grandmother said,' This is someone else's things, and we can't take other people's things. "If you can't take it away, buy it back," I said to your grandmother. Now we don't even have enough to eat, how can we afford it? I don't care, I won't go back until I buy it.'
Your grandmother was angry when she saw me being so unreasonable. But your grandmother didn't hit me, but taught me earnestly. I still remember what she taught me. She said,' It's normal to see other people's good things and want them, but it's wrong to force them too much. If you really want it, study hard now, find a good job when you grow up, earn a lot of money and buy it. Isn't that great? Although we don't have money now, study hard, and when we grow up and make money, won't we have money?
After listening to your grandmother's words, I nodded seriously, got off the bus and followed your grandmother home. From then on, I studied harder, became the first college student in the village, and integrated into the small town I longed for since I was a child. "wow! Mom had such an ideal when she was a child! " "Yes!" "Mom, you really answered the sentence in" Ugly Duckling ",'As long as you are a swan egg, it doesn't matter if you were born in a duck farm'." "Mom, you are a beautiful swan. "
Back to my room, I took out my textbook and did my homework. Inadvertently looked up and saw that the sky outside the window was blue and the sun was warm on people. I couldn't help taking a deep breath of air and suddenly felt so happy.
Elder story composition 10 "At that time, your grandmother and I had a hard time!" Under the long ivy frame, grandpa was lying in a rocking chair, rocking gently, and the bamboo chair was getting old. With the shaking amplitude, I made a "squeak" sound. I sat on a small stool, leaning against my grandfather, quietly listening to his stories about the past. ...
Grandma has been away from us for many years, and grandpa seems to have been silent for many years. In my little memory, it seems that he didn't say a few words, but still refused to move in with us. He just stayed alone in the old house. My mother and father took me to see him. I was afraid to go to that place. Because this house is very successful, the furniture always seems to have a pungent smell. The corner is also very cold and humid, and I always feel so dark and decadent. As a child, how could I want to stay where the sun is behind me?
In my vague memory, I don't know how many times I saw grandpa's smile. The rising corners of his mouth will inevitably affect those deep wrinkles on his face. At this time, his face looked particularly vicissitudes. It's not just grandpa who seems to have changed and become fond of me. Always willing to give me a few sweets when I am pushed to his side, holding my little hand and lying in a rocking chair, telling me stories about the past. He said, "Your grandmother and I have a hard time. She is a rich girl. She has hardly suffered anything, but she has read many books. I'm just a poor boy who has been working in her house for a long time. I love reading, but I can't afford books, so I always secretly read her books all over the room. Soon, she found out, so she opened the door, gave me an unexpected but gentle look and invited me in. I am a little shy ... ......
Listening to his tedious story, I was sleepy, but the weakness revealed in grandpa's determined eyes at that time was ignored because I was too young. I was bored and couldn't understand Grandpa's story, so I was particularly interested in his long beard. ...
By the time he finished, I had lost patience and even fell asleep on his lap several times. Maybe he will look at me and sigh for a long time. Maybe he will gently sing a song that only grandma can sing. ...
Grow up, understand, and have less time. When I understood my grandfather's deep and unspoken feelings and wanted to do something for him, he was silent again. I missed the opportunity to alleviate his loneliness, and I tried to make up for it, but I missed the opportunity.
Occasionally busy, finally able to squeeze out a little space, grandpa is in a good mood, I will sit in front of him with a small bench and listen carefully to his rare past stories:
"... after I fell in love with your grandmother. But her parents don't want to marry her to a poor man. So we escaped and everything started from scratch. She changed from an eldest daughter to a woman who had to do all the housework by herself, and suffered a lot. I love her very much, I love her very much, and I am very sorry for her, but in the end, when she left, I didn't even have the courage to say' I'm sorry' ... "
Looking up at grandpa, his eyes showed sadness and guilt about the story, a deep love. ...
I am very moved, and listening to my grandfather's stories about the past has become a yearning. ...
The story composition of the elders 1 1 I remember that during the Chinese New Year, our family of three went to grandma's house to pay New Year greetings. After going to grandma's house for the New Year, grandma and grandma talked a lot. I'm bored and I walk around. Suddenly I found a lot of photos posted in the corridor. When I took a closer look, I was immediately attracted. Above, there are many old photos, some of which look familiar, and I can't recognize them at the moment, so I called my mother. My mother looked at it carefully and immediately smiled. She pointed to a photo and said, "This is when I was about four or five years old when I was a child!" " "
This photo belongs to my mother and uncle. My mother said that she would go to the photo studio to take photos at that time, and it was far from easy to leave home. It happened that someone was walking around taking pictures of people that day, and many people had to take pictures. Our family made an appointment a little late, because grandma had to dress up her mother and uncle. At that time, grandma's brain was wide open, and she actually curled her hair at home and burned iron chopsticks without any hairdressing tools. After some tossing, her mother changed, and her short hair turned into small curly hair, with high head and short ears. It is ridiculous to look at her sharp head. My uncle is different. He looks very handsome in a small police uniform. Then I took pictures. Looking at the photo, my uncle is riding a tricycle, wearing a small police uniform and a small police cap, smiling, while my mother standing by is wearing a cotton-padded jacket and plaid cotton trousers designed by my grandmother, with explosive curly hair and a plastic flower in her hand. Fortunately, the background adds a lot of color. Old-fashioned brick houses, wooden doors and windows are covered with white paper with hand-cut red window grilles. Grandma also opened the chatterbox next to her, saying that photos are only taken on holidays. So every photo shoot should be grand.
Listening to their words, I was attracted by another photo, which was a photo of my mother and my uncle skating car. I'm surprised, how could there be a skating car at that time? At this time, mother said, "Skating car is also the greatest fun for children in winter." She said that at that time, the children's ice carts were all made by their own families, and my mother's ice carts were made by my grandfather. The materials at that time were simple and common. During the winter slack season, grandpa has enough time to make these things, such as boards, sticks, wire, etc. Together, after a tinkling sound, a simple ice car is ready. At that time, the water irrigated in the rice fields also formed thick ice, and various homemade ice carts appeared on the ice. The little friends sat on it and paddled their arms with popsicles. You come and I chase each other. From time to time, someone was knocked over and everyone laughed their heads off.
There is also a photo with ethnic characteristics, which is a photo of the village catching up with the temple fair in the New Year. My mother was seven or eight years old at that time. She stood on a back stick (I later learned that back stick is a folk art). A strong man has an iron shelf tied to his back, and an iron bar protrudes from the middle of the shelf. There are pedals on both sides under the iron bar. The child stands up, clamps the iron bar with his legs, and then ties his legs. Dressed in ancient costume and holding a lotus lantern, she smiled from ear to ear on high. Mom said it was an honor for children to carry sticks when they were young, but grandma was afraid of danger and always disagreed. At that time, she secretly signed up and went home after makeup. Grandma had to agree and sent grandpa to follow her all the way.
After reading these photos and listening to the stories told by my elders, I feel the changes of the times. As grandma said, life is very happy now, so we must cherish it. The family is happy, their eyes are full of satisfaction and expectation, and the atmosphere is very warm and sweet. I feel like I'm growing up and enjoying a good life.