当然，我还是奶奶忠实的“小尾巴”，奶奶走到哪儿，我就跟到哪儿。然而，我最喜欢的事还是跟奶奶去田里了。奶奶忙着浇菜、拔草，而我则是拿个空火柴盒，寻找菜叶上的瓢虫、甲虫类的，捉到后一鼓脑儿往火柴盒里塞，等到回家后再放出来玩。有金闪闪的不知名甲虫，还有臭哄哄的虫子与红色的瓢虫们，它的争先恐后地四处逃窜。倘若把盒子打开一个小口，不一会见，里面的虫子们便逃之夭夭了……奶奶的陪伴与各种有趣的事物们，使我沐浴在快乐幸福中。

现在，我想长大了，奶奶也老了很多。曾经的青丝被岁月染成满头白发，身板也弯了许多，连走路的步迈也逐渐沉重了，丧失了过去的活力。每当我看着奶奶增多的的白发、皱纹与布满蜘蝶网似的双手，眼眶湿润了起来。因为读书的缘由，我很少回去，只是是偶你打个电话给奶奶，每次我都能听出电话那头奶奶言语中的喜悦与她对我的想念；每次回去，我都能深深感受到奶奶火一般的热情，有千言万语要说的欣喜。奶奶的嘘寒问暖让我感动，而奶奶的日益衰老让我心疼不已，不禁潸然泪下。

这张总让我想起的照片，让我深切感受到岁月的无情，抹去一段美好的青春。与奶奶的合影，也成了我最宝贵的回忆。

我怀念的奶奶作文篇2

花儿的飘落，是风的掠夺，还是树没有挽留？

——题记

憔悴的叶，竭尽一生最后一丝力气，仰着头静静地飘落，没有一丝留恋。我站在树下，望着叶儿的飘落，那滚热的液体便肆无忌惮地汹涌地澎湃着。

家门前有一棵桃树，那是爷爷过世的前一年奶奶扶着爷爷含着泪种下的。也是为了我，为我可以吃上新鲜的桃子。其实那时候爷爷就知道自己患的是胃癌，已经活不久了，他希望在有生之年完成孙女的一个心愿。后来爷爷就一直躺在病床上，直到死神无情地将他带走。而奶奶每日都很“开心”，因为爷爷嘱咐奶奶不要为他难过。

笑，那是奶奶的招牌动作，无论是熟人还是生人，奶奶见到他们总会对他们微笑。也许有人会说奶奶无情，其实他们不明白奶奶只是把对爷爷的爱给了“奶奶，我去学校了，你要好好的哦！拜拜。”那天奶奶还是笑着和我说再见。不过这样的再见却成了永别，周一，妈妈红着眼眶来学校找我，我一头雾水，不知道是什么事，我逼着自己不去想可能是奶奶去世了，但是妈妈还是把那几个字从牙缝中挤了出来。滚烫的液体肆无忌惮地流淌着。我木然了，不会的，我不信，昨天我还和她笑着告别的，为什么今天就让它成为了永恒。

一块白布无情地覆盖在奶奶的脸上，我连她最后一面都没有见到，满屋子的哭声撕痛了我的心，我一把扯下白布，抓起牵我走了15年的手，那冰冷的痛刺伤了我，每一滴泪的落下都希望能够唤醒奶奶，希望她不要再睡了，孙女真的不能够没有奶奶啊！奶奶醒来吧！

风吹过，我把奶奶送走了，听不到哭喊，她是那样地安详，我挤出微笑，奶奶，别担心，我会替你好好看这个世界的。

四月又到了，满树的桃花开得好艳丽，我又想起了奶奶曾说过的话“别哭，我不会死的，我会化作门前的桃树，永远守护你的……”泪已经不再流了，我会笑着，勇敢地、坚定地走下去，奶奶放心吧！

风儿又吹落了一簇簇桃花，落在我掌心，我含着泪，对着桃树默念：“花落了，树还在。奶奶虽然过世了，但是她对我的爱永驻在我的心间。”

我怀念的奶奶作文篇3

奶奶去世的前几天一直住在医院里，精神非常不好。经常自言自语，双目呆滞的盯着天花班。我从学校请假一直陪在奶奶身边。奶奶从看见我那一刻开始，笑脸就一直挂在脸上。

她是不愿意让我看见她的痛苦，可是这样我更加痛苦。看着日渐消瘦的奶奶我心里焦躁不安，隐隐约约的预感到有一些恐怖的事情随时可能发生。我很害怕，我拼命不肯接受这个事实。我安慰自己奶奶从看见我开始不是好很多了吗?须不知这只是回光返照。

我什么也帮不了，只能坐在奶奶身边握着奶奶的手，信誓旦旦的告诉奶奶“没事的。没事的。奶奶一定没事的。”奶奶还是那么和蔼可亲，心平气和的样子。一只手很有节奏的拍着我的后脑勺，然后语气深长的问我“奶奶倘若不在了你该怎么办?”

我不愿意听到这样的话，我会心痛的泪流满面，我不愿意在奶奶面前哭泣。所以我总是倔强的反复的告诉奶奶“没事的，没事的。奶奶一定没事的。”奶奶紧握着我的手，眼眶里面滚动着浑浊的泪水。

奶奶终究安详的永远的闭上双目。旁边的心电图如一条小河波澜不惊的延伸至前方，缓缓的缓缓的静如止水。也许前方既是人们常说的天国吧。我听见自己的心在滴血，天花板有细小微软的灰尘跌落下来，飘过眼睫毛，落到眼睛里，化作一颗一颗的泪水狠狠的砸在鞋带上。

我怀念的奶奶作文篇4

when memory began for me, my grandfather was past sixty-a great tall man with thick hair becoming gray. he had black eyes and a straight nose which ended in a slightly flattened tip. once he explained seriously to me that he got that flattened tip as a small child when he fell down and stepped on his nose.

the little marks of laughter at the corners of his eyes were the prodnct of a kindly and humorous nature. the years of work which had bent his shoulders had never dulled his humour nor his love of a joke.

everywhere he went, "gramp" made friends easily. at the end of half an hour you felt you had known him all your life. i soon learned that he hated to give orders , but that when he had to, he tried to make his orders sound like suggestions.

one july morning, as he was leaving to go to the cornfield, he said : "edwin, you can pick up the potatoes in the field today if you want to do that. " then he drove away with his horses.

the day passed, and i did not have any desire to pick up potatoes. evening came and the potatoes were still in the field. gramp, dusty and tired, led the horses to get their drink.

"how many bags of potatoes were there?" gramp inquired. "i don't know. "

"how many potatoes did you pick up?"

"i didn't pick any. " "not any! why not?"

"you said i could pick, them up if i wanted to. you didn't say i had to. "

in the next few minutes i learned a lesson i would not forget: when gramp said i could if i wanted to, he meant that i should want to.

gram hated cruelty and injustice. the injustices of history, even those of a thousand years before, angered her as much as the injustices of her own day.

she also had a deep love of beauty. when she was almost seventy-five, and had gone to live with one of her daughters, she spent a delightful morning washing dishes because, as she said, the beautiful patterns on the dishes gave her pleasure. the bird, the flowers, the clouds-all that was beautiful around her- pleased her. she was like the father of the french painter, millet, who used to gather grass and show it to his son , saying , "see how beautif ul this is ! "

in a pioneer society it is the harder qualities of mind and character that are of value. the softer virtues are considered unnecessary. men and women struggling daily to earn a living are unable, even for a moment, to forget the business of preserving their lives. only unusual people, like my grandparents, manage to keep the softer qualities in a world of daily struggle.

such were the two people with whom i spent the months from june to september in the wonderful days of summer and youth.

我怀念的奶奶作文篇5

我的奶奶已经去世一周年，我十分地怀念她，想起她以前给我做的可口的饭菜，想起她以前给我讲的有趣的故事，想起她对我的百般痛爱……我禁不住泪流满面。

记得奶奶在世的时候，我经常在星期天去看望她。奶奶每次见到我来，都十分高兴，一会儿给我讲讲这段时间的新鲜事，一会儿给我讲讲村东头的高速铁路快要通车……一到中午，奶奶是最“活跃”的，她不停地问我想吃这个吗、想吃那个吗。因为她知道我最爱吃土豆和米饭，所以我每次去看她都能吃到米饭和土豆。每当过年时奶奶总是会偷偷地多给我一百块压岁钱，让我藏好，我知道这其中包含着奶奶对我的爱。

有一件事更加令我难忘，那就是我九岁时的事，那天快过年，我们要在奶奶家住上一段时间，我就把寒假作业带上，结果我只写几页就不想写，直在玩，奶奶见，就说：“丁丁，别玩，快去写作业吧！”我说：“奶奶，时间还长着哩。”奶奶听立刻说：“你今天不写，明天也不写，最后吃亏的还是你自己啊……”我脸红起来，开始静下心去写作业，而且要每天坚持写作业时间不少于三个时，最后我的寒假作业不到一个星期就完成。这都要感谢奶奶的教诲呀！

奶奶，我好想您呀，我真希望您能再来看我一次，再给我做一次饭呀，奶奶，我永远忘不掉您。

我怀念的奶奶作文篇6

奶奶是一位优秀的人民教师，处处为学生着想，每天晚上认真批阅作业，从不休息，也从不喊累，宁可自己吃亏也要替别人分担困难。奶奶是一位孝顺的媳妇，每天辛辛苦苦的操持家务，也不要别人帮一点忙，方圆几十里的村子都知道我奶奶是个孝顺的媳妇。奶奶是个贤惠的妻子，对我爷爷很关心，非常爱他。奶奶是一位慈祥的母亲，每天不辞劳苦的带大了三个儿女，三个儿女都成了家还在为他们操心。可奶奶最疼爱、最关心、最喜欢的人是我，我每次回娄底她都叫爷爷把最好吃的东西给我。奶奶辛苦了一辈子，最后饱受了病痛的折磨，离开了这个世界。

奶奶的离去，全家人都非常伤心难过，我忍住思念奶奶的痛，尽量装出轻松的样子，安慰他们说：“没事的，奶奶已经释放了，她在天堂自由自在的，不再受病痛的折磨了。我们给她多烧点钱纸，这些钱纸的灵魂会飞上天，奶奶就会接到我们烧给她的钱，买一些在人间都没有的好东西。奶奶会很开心。”全家人听了我的话都笑了。

奶奶是我最最亲的人，也是我最爱的人，奶奶的离去是一种说不出的痛。我每天晚上把天上最亮的那颗星星当做奶奶，每天看着这颗星星就像看到了奶奶。奶奶在天堂也在看着我。奶奶永远活在我们的心中，我永远怀念她。

我怀念的奶奶作文6篇相关文章：