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.

又是一年重陽節(jié)。窗外，芙蓉含笑，秋菊吐芳，此刻，我不禁想起一位老人。 　　小時(shí)候，我的爸爸媽媽在外地工作，我和奶奶在鄉(xiāng)下住著。到了冬天，我們那里特別冷，奶奶的手又裂開了，摸上去感覺十分粗糙，我見了勸奶奶去買一雙手套，這樣手就不會(huì)被凍得這么厲害了�？擅看文棠潭紝�(duì)我說：“不行，有些東西能節(jié)約就節(jié)約下來給你交學(xué)費(fèi)，看這天冷了，我也老了，不怕這點(diǎn)痛，反倒是你，皮膚又嫩，如果被凍的厲害，那你還怎么學(xué)習(xí)？”我被奶奶的話深深的感動(dòng)了，抑制著內(nèi)心的激動(dòng)在炕前安靜的烘著手。 　　這次學(xué)校要舉行繪畫比賽，我頂著寒冷，手被凍得通紅，認(rèn)真的在桌前練習(xí)畫畫，奶奶見了、叫我注意保暖，隨后便出門買東西去了，我滿心迷惑：奶奶很少出去買東西的啊，平時(shí)什么都很節(jié)約，現(xiàn)在家里什么都還有，她出去買什么呢？接著我又低下頭繼續(xù)畫畫了。 　　到了比賽前一天晚上，奶奶一干完活就在他房間里去了，不知干什么還把門關(guān)上了，隔壁張大娘過來送甜餅給我們吃，以前奶奶最愛吃了，不知怎么的，叫他出來吃，死活也不肯出來，還說有什么活沒干完，叫我不要進(jìn)去，不是都給干完了么，還有什么活沒？我搖了搖頭便去吃甜餅了。 　　第二天我要去比賽了，奶奶在我出門前給我備好了畫畫用品，我走出門沒多遠(yuǎn)時(shí)，奶奶便把我叫住，塞給我一雙毛線織的粉色手套，奶奶告訴我：“這天冷的這么厲害，如果你的手被凍壞了那可怎么的第一名？帶上吧，好好比賽，奶奶等你的好消息！”說完，還送我一個(gè)微笑。我被感動(dòng)了，這一根根毛線不就是奶奶對(duì)我的愛嗎？我熱淚盈眶，向?qū)W校走去…… 　　窗外，是誰唱起《九月九》這只熟悉的歌。�。≡谶@美好的日子里，愿天下所有的老人都平安而祥和，臉上都掛著舒心的微笑。