In day-to-day studies, at work or in life, everyone has been exposed to the writing, by means of which people can reflect objective things, express their thoughts and feelings, and convey information. I'm sure many of my friends are very upset about writing, and i'm going to give you three grapes for a reference。
Episode 1
There was a vegetable garden in front of my grandmother's house, where a grape tree was planted, which had been growing for many years, almost as thick as an arm, and the branches were crawling with a whole grape shelf。
In spring, the grapes grew green leaves, full of a bunch of light yellow flowers, and a faint fragrance. Soon, the flowers began to fall, leaving a small, green grape where the flowers bloomed。
And in summer, the leaves of the grapes grow more splendor, and they are obstinate, as if they were a large sand shed, a string of little grapes, and in the light of the sun, a jade like a jade, a crystal, and i would really like to take one and taste it in my mouth。
And when the summer falls, the grapes turn from green to purple, and they turn to black, like a string of black pearls of purple vines, beautiful and attractive. And then we brought a little basket under the vine, and we took a basket full of grapes, which was heavy, and put one in the mouth, sweet with sour, delicious and pleasant。
I love grandma's grape trees。
Episode 2
It was the winter of last year, and i came home with a loose burden as i finished my exam. I thought i could relax after the exam, but soon after i got back, grandpa got sick。
Grandpa used to go out for a walk every morning. Sometimes he goes out with his neighbor, and more often, he goes out alone. Remember grandpa would be happy to come back for a walk, but he would always share his story with me in these happy years. Until one day, when he had gone for a walk alone, he had not spoken all day. Every time i asked him what happened, he smiled and said, "it's okay."。
In my school year, the happiest thing is to get up every morning and have breakfast made by my grandfather. But the next day, grandpa didn't get up to make breakfast. So i ran into his room and asked him, "grandpa, what's wrong? Are you okay?" he smiled and said, "it's okay. It's just a fall in the park yesterday. It's just a bit of a pain in the waist. It'll be all right in two days." while i was talking to him, i saw his painful face, and i kept asking him to see a doctor, but he was always pushed away. Finally, he told me to buy some iron medicine from the pharmacy. Since then, i've been rubbing medicine for grandpa every day。
Winter is cold and long, but the winter sun is always bright. Grandpa likes to tan in winter. As a result, grandpa was brought up to the balcony every day。
Up on the balcony, growing a grape, which grandpa planted last spring. And the vines were already in line with him, when he planted them. Now it's winter, and the leaves on the grapes are naturally gone. But grandpa likes to tan under that dry grape。
Every time i rub my grandfather's medicine under a bright grape tree, he always tells me his old story. I like to hear it, and i like it。
And that's how i gave my grandfather medicine every day under the vine, listening to my grandfather's story, and maybe this is the first time i've had such a wonderful time with my grandfather; maybe this is the last time i've had a nice time with my grandfather。
After a few weeks, grandpa was ill, but he was getting worse. But grandpa took off to the hospital. To save money, grandpa was just looking for a doctor. Every time after the doctor took care of grandpa, he left me a bottle of medicine to wipe his wounds every day! That's it. Every day i'll help grandpa get to the side of the raisin under the balcony. It's a busy day, but it's a happy day to laugh at grandpa every day and hear his story
By spring this year, grandpa's grapes rose and every morning i helped him to bathe in the spring under the grapes. Under the vine, grandpa taught me how to plant a plant? Under the grapes, massage grandpa, talk to grandpa, it's happiness
By may, the first two months of my high examination, grandpa's grape tree was full of fruit, but suddenly there was no sign of him, and i can no longer hear him tell me his story
Now everyone in the family is in his country, and i wonder who will continue to plant the grape tree upstairs on the balcony? Maybe, for a long time, it will be lonely, silently forgotten in my mind, but remember, under that grape tree, an old man was telling his grandson his `old past
Grapes, page 3
When i was very young, grandpa planted three grape trees under the eastern walls of the courtyard, and he gave it loose soil every day, weeding it, and finally, they came out with green leaves and grew up with me day by day. They also struggled to take root, absorbing sunlight and rain, and their vines crawled and crawled, and one day they climbed to the wall。
I was excited to go and tell grandpa, "grandpa, the grapes are about to climb outside. Go check it out." grandpa was looking at the paper in his old glasses, and i had to get up and come to the floor, "oh, really, my grandson's eyes are so bright, okay, i'm gonna have to put up a grape shelf." after that, grandpa brought in a few wooden sticks, long, short, thick, thin, and for a while, a whole grape shelf appeared in front of me。
And every time i went to school, i looked under the grape shelf, and i looked at how many vines were crawling over it, and finally, the grape shelf was full of grapes, and then, after some time, the vines were ploughing up, and the grapes came out, and that summer vacation, a bunch of grapes was finally red, and i was standing under the grape shelf, and the mouth of moo fell down, and grandpa gave me a bunch of grapes, and he laughed, and said, "go wash up and eat."
Since then, the grapes of our family have grown a lot of grapes every year, and after they were given to relatives and neighbours, most of the rest is for me。
Grape trees, i like you. I hope you'll always be healthy and flourish。
