Listen to the stories told by the elders. Composition 1000 words. 1 "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'm a bit 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. ...
I am a picky eater. Every time I eat, I always choose meat and ignore vegetables. My mother always taught me to tell me stories about her childhood.
My mother was born in an ordinary rural family, and her childhood was very difficult. It was still a bungalow at that time. The house is short and small, with only a few small windows open. It is difficult for sunlight to enter the room all the year round. The weather was wet and dark, and several people in the family crowded into a small room. Before I was three, I didn't even have electricity, let alone household appliances. Finally, there was electricity in the village. Grandparents worked hard to earn money and bought the most advanced black-and-white TV and electric fan in the village. Neighbors are envious. Every day after dinner, friends in the village will line up on small stools to watch TV. Although there are only a few channels, the image quality is poor, but this is already a good thing. Now, looking around, high-rise buildings have mushroomed, ranging from a few stories to dozens of stories. And our home has changed from a bungalow to a building, and then to a tall building. Dozens of inch color TV sets, big and clear, are playing all kinds of TV programs we like every day. Fans are used less now. Now every household is equipped with air conditioning, so we no longer have to enjoy the cool under the trees and swim in the river in hot weather.
When my mother was a child, there were no delicious meals, no delicious snacks and no rich and varied fruits. The only thing in the house is pickles. I didn't eat fresh vegetables until my grandmother reclaimed a vegetable field. This is delicious on earth, let alone eating meat. We can only eat a bowl of braised pork in Chinese New Year, and everyone is reluctant to eat it. I think it sounds really embarrassing! At that time, there were not many kinds of fruits and they were not delicious. For example, sour oranges, astringent apples ... Watermelon only exists in summer. Now, when you walk into the supermarket, there are all kinds of goods. No matter which season you want to eat, you can buy your favorite fruit. Fruit is big and juicy, with high nutritional content, which is especially delicious. There are other foods, too, which is very different from my mother's childhood!
Look at my mother's clothes. There are no bright colors and rough fabrics. Summer clothes are stuffy and airtight, and winter clothes are heavy and not warm. We are now wearing cotton T-shirts, silk dresses, light down jackets and cashmere sweaters ... all kinds of styles, and several new ones will be put on every year!
When I was a child, my mother went to school alone. There is no road, only a dirt road. The road is narrow and uneven. Especially in rainy days, dirt roads are not easy to walk. She had to wear rain boots, one foot deep and one foot shallow. Sometimes stepping on a soft place will sink and you can't pull it out. Later, a road was built, which was much better, but it was still laborious and time-consuming to walk on two legs (commonly known as bus 1 1). Now, from bicycles to motorcycles, it has entered the era of private cars. My mother's car picks me up from school every day, which is much happier than my mother.
Mom's life as a child was really hard. Over the past 30 years, our life has undergone earth-shaking changes. The story of my mother's childhood can clearly show that our country is developing and the times are progressing. Dear motherland, I hope your tomorrow will be better, and I want to grow up with you.
Listening to the past events written by the elders, they may be just unknown veterans on the anti-Japanese battlefield, perhaps unknown underground traffic police in the liaison station, perhaps an ordinary villager and citizen in the anti-Japanese tide ... but they witnessed the history of blood and fire writing. How many people in Zhenhai know about them today? How many people still remember their heroic years?
I have such a great and ordinary grandfather around me-Grandpa Lin. My contact with him has benefited me a lot. He gave me a chance to know about the cruel war that we didn't know about.
Grandpa Lin is an amiable person. I remember when I was a child, whenever I naughty ran to grandpa Lin's door and shouted, "Grandpa, open the door!" " "He always carried me into the room and told me stories about War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression with great interest. Every time I listen to them, I am very interested. However, today ...
"Knock, knock!" "Grandpa, open the door, I'm coming!" I knocked at the door and shouted, but no one answered, "Hello! Where did grandpa go? " I was very puzzled and walked into the room carefully, only to see Grandpa Lin standing quietly in front of the table with a very serious expression. I followed his eyes and saw a black-and-white photo on the table, which was taken with an uncle when he was young. Grandpa Lin stared at the photo with a dignified expression, and unconsciously shed a line of turbid eyes. I stood still, afraid to disturb him. After a while, I said softly, "Grandpa, I'm coming." Grandpa Lin turned around in surprise and quickly wiped away his tears with his hand. "Hey, grandpa is absent-minded." "Who is he?" I asked curiously. "He is grandpa's most admired person. Come to grandpa and tell you a story. " Grandpa Lin picked me up and said softly.
"Grandpa's parents died when he was a child. After studying for several years, he gave his uncle a cow. 194 1 year, the Japanese army occupied Ningbo, burning and looting. I hate their behavior and want to resist Japan. At that time, an anti-Japanese team lived near my home, and I knew them well, so I decided to go with them. The man in this black and white photo is the captain of that team. His name is Linda. " Grandpa sobbed and continued: "Linda fought bravely and fought face to face with the Japanese bayonet." The Japanese bayonet has cut his mouth, but he didn't dodge it. On the contrary, he pushed the bayonet forward even harder and went straight into the belly of the Japanese devil. There were more and more enemies ahead, but Linda refused to retreat and picked up a machine gun to shoot wildly. The approaching enemy fell in a whole row, and he finally died heroically. He is only 33 years old! " Grandpa Lin choked again. "Linda is brave in killing the enemy and cares about the soldiers. That time, when I was climbing the city in battle, I fell off the wall and became a wounded man, vomiting blood. As soon as Linda saw it, she immediately asked her comrades to carry me on her back. At that time, the situation was urgent and the troops were about to break through. He gave me his horse and dry food. Even before his death, he did not forget to encourage me to' go out and win'. Today, I saw a feature film commemorating the 70th anniversary of the victory of the Anti-Japanese War on TV, which reminded me of him again ... "Speaking of which, Grandpa Lin was already in tears, and so was I.. The glorious image of Uncle Linda has taken root in my heart. I think Uncle Lin in the photo is telling me something!
I gently wiped the tears from my grandfather's face and said, "Grandpa, don't be sad! All of us will never forget these heroic martyrs who died for our country. I will study hard in the future, make progress every day, become the pillar of the country, and make our motherland stronger and no longer bullied. " Grandpa hugged me tightly and showed a gratified smile on his face.