Can anyone give me a classic weekly diary of more than 800 words?

Why? The two of them are old, and the room is only a few meters apart, so why is it necessary to shout every few minutes?

Every time I go to my grandmother's house, this event always piques my curiosity.

Grandma is eighty years old, but her eyes are not dizzy or deaf, and she can still squint and do needlework in the house. But grandpa couldn't do it, he didn't want to move, and always sat on a wicker chair to bask in the sun.

Only a few meters apart, after a few minutes, the grandmother will put down her work, "Old man! "That's what Grandma called.

Grandpa should not, so grandma is in a hurry, and walks to the front with broken steps. Grandpa is fine, sleeping soundly on the wicker chair. So he smiled childishly: "This dead old man, people don't pay attention to it." ”

This happens every day.

I'm curious. Is it grandma stuffy? No one is talking? So why did she just shout and not talk to her grandfather?

What do you do when you call grandpa? Still shouting so non-stop? I think of my grandmother's back every time she sees her grandfather doing well and leaving satisfied. The sun always shines on my grandmother at the perfect angle, and every time such a picture shines with a warm glow.

Is it just that someone says yes? I continued to think curiously.

All right. When this happened again, I covered my mouth, and my grandfather's voice replied slowly, "Alas—" but every time my grandmother could distinguish it, whether I covered it with cloth or cotton to make the sound realistic.

The little girl is messing with ...... here"Grandma's wrinkled hands would pat me as a sign of reproach. Smile slightly.

Grandma is still the same. My curiosity has grown.

Forget it, I'm in ruin. "Grandma, what are you doing all the time? It's not annoying. ”

Grandma looked at me and smiled tolerantly: "Girl, you don't understand." Knowing that he is well, he will be at ease. ”

The heart is wet. It's a drop of dew in the stamen. The curiosity that has been biting my heart like a worm for days has been satisfied.

If you are there, you will be at peace. This is the most beautiful scenery in the world. What's the matter with coarse tea and light rice? What does it matter when you get old? When you're there, you'll be at ease.

I think that's what love is. That is, the people I love, the people I miss, must exist well where I can see, where I can reach, where I can go.

I am glad that I have the curiosity to know the care, warmth and love of my grandmother's generation. I see, the call is saying, with you, the whole world, is there.

Write it yourself! The current teacher is amazing, who would dare to copy it!!

I think my father is our best teacher.

All day long, I was busy helping my mother with housework, and I was tired all day.

Year after year, day after day, autumn after autumn, generation after generation.

A reunion and a parting, a joy and a sorrow, a bed and a bed, a dream in a lifetime.

Looking for a partner, he will be with us for a while.

That generally knows each other, blows for a while, and sings for a while.

Who wakes up from a dream in the drowsy world, the spring silkworm spits out love silk, self-winding, pinching, always confusing people, what is the use of being persistent in a moment of prosperity?

Try to peep at the peak of the moon, occasionally open the sky to look at the red dust, and pity the person in the eyes.

Cut the constant sorrow, and the chaos is endless. Yes! It is just like the green mountains that can't be hidden, and the green water is constantly flowing!

is willing to be a confidant, lovesick and heartbeat; It feels like it's just a short time, and it's haunting my heart.

It turns out that the mountains and seas have sworn all over the place, and they all seem to be paid for in this way!

The water is far away and the mountains are far away. It's hard to give up, so it's like you can't fly.

The most is the infinite meaning of the gaze, as if they met in the previous life.

Throwing red beans in the air is long, where are the people in the mountains and flowing water, and the chivalrous tenderness is always worried.

People can never see through the mirror, but the smoke and clouds between my fingers are like me for a thousand years.

The sky and the snow, there was a night of love!!

Look at the moon-shaped single look at each other, only envy the mandarin duck and not the immortal

The most is the infinite meaning of the gaze, as if they met in the previous life.

Meeting and getting drunk is the leading edge, where the wind and rain are scattered and floating.

If you don't look back, why don't you forget.

If there is no fate, why swear.

Today's all kinds are like water without a trace.

Tomorrow and night, you are no longer strange.

Try to peep at the peak of the moon, occasionally open the sky to look at the red dust, and pity the person in the eyes.

Cut the constant sorrow, and the chaos is endless. Yes! It is just like the green mountains that can't be hidden, and the green water is constantly flowing!

is willing to be a confidant, lovesick and heartbeat; It feels like it's just a short time, and it's haunting my heart.

It turns out that the mountains and seas have sworn all over the place, and they all seem to be paid for in this way!

The water is far away and the mountains are far away. It's hard to give up, so it's like you can't fly.

The most is the infinite meaning of the gaze, as if they met in the previous life.

Throwing red beans in the air is long, where are the people in the mountains and flowing water, and the chivalrous tenderness is always worried.

1.The little things in life.

2.Old topic.