爷爷生病了，所以他毫无征兆地倒下了。全家人都很着急，忙着照顾爷爷。我悄悄地走进爷爷的房间。这时，屋里一个人也没有，只能安静地听到爷爷的喘息声。“爷爷……”我轻轻叫了一声。声音好微弱，但在这么安静的房间里，还是那么明显。“可爱的孙女，你来了！你最近学习怎么样？”即使生病躺在床上，爷爷还是会想着我的学业。“都很好，你放心吧！”临终老人骨瘦如柴，根本不是我熟悉的爷爷！泪水涌上我的眼眶，我的心刺痛。我赶紧转过身，不想让爷爷看到我的眼泪。“咳咳……”一阵干咳刺穿了我的耳膜，我胡乱用手擦了一把眼泪，赶紧给爷爷拿了杯水，小心翼翼地喂进他的嘴里。“好，好.孩子们长大了！可以照顾人！”爷爷开心的笑了，但是我又红了眼睛……我知道，爷爷想让我好好照顾奶奶。

这一天，爷爷的病情似乎有所好转。吃了一大碗饭，一家人都松了口气。晚饭后，我拉着妹妹出去散步。姐姐看起来很累，很担心我爷爷很久了。看到我爷爷好多了，她就和我出去了。漆黑的夜空中没有一颗星星，四周一片寂静。一阵急促的铃声划破了寂静的夜——“姑娘，快回来！你爷爷快死了……”我和姐姐向家跑去，但最后我们还是迟到了。疼痛充满了房间。这个冬天，爷爷离开了我们，永远的离开了。在角落里，奶奶痛哭流涕.这一击对我来说无疑是残酷的。从小被爷爷带大，现在长大了，爷爷却离开了我。我冲出屋子，哭着，不知道什么时候，雪花在天上飘着，越来越大.看着漫天飞舞的雪花，我忍不住对着天空哭泣，“上帝！你不忍心让这样一个善良的老人走！那你为什么带他走！”回答我，只有漫天呼啸的风雪。

一片雪花落在眉心，带着一丝凉意，又把我的思绪拉了回来。我赶紧回家，因为我不能让家里的老人担心，我答应爷爷要好好照顾她。

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指尖滑过白杨粗糙的树皮，心中回想的却是爷爷的手掌，同样的厚实、心安。

小时候，我总是抓着爷爷的手睡觉。抓住了，就不再放开。我在黑暗中，一点一点地分辨爷爷手心的纹路。“我给你讲个故事吧？”故事讲得很慢，几乎是一字一顿地续着。夜静极了，我能听到风摩挲过树叶的声音。故事的内容我已经不记得了，只记得，一次又一次，我翻了个身，就迷迷糊糊睡着了。

大点了，我便牵着爷爷的手到处跑。每当跑得累了，爷爷就会用手把我抱起，一步一顿地走，走得很慢。在杨树的叶影下，我一点点感受爷爷掌心的温度，踏实，平实，温暖。透过树叶播洒下来的阳光，我已经忘了个干净，只记得我望着白杨粗陋的树皮，爷爷望着我。

在白杨的荫蔽下，我感受着一年四季的的温度。望向白杨，它的树皮，在十年的风雨中更加厚重了。偶一回头，那慈和的笑脸，却在十年的风雨中不再。闭上眼，伸出手，触摸树皮，感受每一道纹路。同样的抚摸，却不再有曾经的故事，只有风摩挲过树叶的声音。

那辆三轮车，爷爷以前常骑着它，带我四处去玩。透过塑料的小窗，我看到了三轮车以外一切的美好，新奇，新鲜。车子就停在白杨树下，这是爷爷的`习惯。车子依偎着白杨树，白杨密密匝匝的枝叶笼罩着车子。就像我和爷爷。

年幼的我，就这么坦坦荡荡地享受着爷爷带给我的惬意和自由。我牵着爷爷的手，爷爷总在我身旁。可那些触手可得东西，今天竟变成了再也无法触及的回忆。

我在白杨树下，细细触摸着它粗糙的枝干，感受并品味每一寸的经络。就像触摸爷爷的大手，感受爷爷掌心的纹路。爷爷已经不在了，可他的爱，却如白杨一样，扎根在土地里，埋藏在我心间。

我用指尖，细致地努力地分辨着白杨的树皮，就像触摸爷爷的爱。

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我和弟弟无忧无虑地生活着，感到很幸福，因为家中有一个十分疼爱我们的爷爷。

我的爷爷是退休职工，他每次进城办完事，都会习惯性地买一些我和弟弟爱吃的食物。每逢姑姑来看望爷爷，带来各种礼物，爷爷总要放在箱子里给我俩留着，他自己连一个也不舍得吃。

每当我遇到不开心的事时，便会趴在爷爷的身上撒娇。这时，爷爷总是轻轻地抚摸着我的头，用慈祥的目光看着我，耐心地安慰我。这种情景，回想起来，历历在目，如在眼前，我永远难忘。

在生活的道路上，爷爷还是我避风的港湾。记得暑假前，有一次我没有完成老师布置的作业，在班上挨了批评，被妈妈知道了。回到家见到我，她一气之下扬起手来要打我。我害怕了，慌忙跑到爷爷屋里。爷爷爱怜地让我坐在椅子上，给我讲明了听老师的话，写作业的好处，使我明白了这个道理，从此，我做作业时态度认真了，在期末考试的家长会上，我还受到了班主任的表扬呢。

然而，不幸的事情发生了。一天夜里零点，爷爷突然闹肚子疼，疼得越来越厉害，不断地呻吟着。爸妈闻讯立即赶过来把爷爷架到车上送往医院。听爸爸说，爷爷在危急的时刻，还有气无力地念叨着我和弟弟的名字。第二天下午，爸爸妈妈等人载着爷爷回来了。我从妈妈的眼神中，看出了爷爷不好的兆头。我问妈妈：“爷爷的病好了吗？”妈妈没有回答，只看她滴滴眼泪落在了我的手背上。虽然眼泪是热的，但是我的心，此时此刻却是那么的冰，那么的凉。我走上前掀开盖在爷爷身上的被单，看到爷爷安详地平躺着，闭上了眼睛。我嚎啕大哭，泪流满面，全家人都处在极度的悲痛之中。

万万没想到，爷爷的这次住院竟是和我永久的分别。我可敬的爷爷带着很多遗憾匆匆地走了，我是多么想念疼我爱我的爷爷呀！我再也见不到可敬的爷爷了，悲伤的心情难以言表。“爷爷”这两个字眼，成了我永久的回忆。

我向爷爷默默祷告：绝不辜负爷爷的嘱咐，好好学习，以优异的成绩来告慰爷爷的在天之灵。

愿爷爷在地下安息！

怀念我的爷爷作文篇4

20xx年4月5日，我家的邻居李爷爷去世了，享年82岁。虽然李爷爷已经离开我们已经一年多了，但李爷爷的音容笑貌一直深深地印在我的脑海，他往日疼爱我的一幕幕仿佛还在昨天。

清明节到了，我的爸爸领我去小卖部买祭品。选了些李爷爷生前爱吃的食物。然后爸爸就带我去扫墓了。我站在那里，看着李爷爷的照片，回忆着我和李爷爷过去的美好时光，我不禁潸然泪下。

记得在我小的时候，李爷爷每次去钓鱼都会带上我，那天我们还像往常一样坐在小桥上钓鱼，正当李爷爷全神贯注的盯着鱼竿的时候，我偷偷的跑进了树林，树林里空气清新，阳光明媚，还有许多鸟儿，有画眉鸟，杜鹃鸟等等。就在这时，我听见咔咔咔……的声音，我左瞧瞧右瞧瞧，寻找声音的来源，找了半天才看见原来是一只大鸟在啄树干。我于是捡起一块石头正准备砸像那只大鸟。不知什么时候，李爷爷竟站在我的身后，轻声细语地说：“这是啄木鸟”它是益鸟，他能给树治病，专吃树木内的蛀虫。人称“森林医生”常年生活在茂密的森林里，是森林的保护神，是人类的好朋友，所以我们要爱护它。说着说着，李爷爷就抱着我走出了树林，李爷爷还和我讲了许多关于啄木鸟的知识。当我们走出树林时，才发现已经是黄昏了，李爷爷把我带到商店，给我买了蛋糕，还有许多我最爱的零食，随后我们就回家了。

花朵悄悄的谢了，谢了的花朵不会回来，就像人的生命走了的再也不会回来，但可以怀念。李爷爷感谢您对我的爱，对我的照顾。风儿啊！请你把我的话吹给天上的李爷爷。去给另一个世界的李爷爷吧！

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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.

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he always rose early to enjoy at least two hours of solitude in the house and garden before the rest of the family came down in winter he spent most of the time reading and writing. in sum mer he liked to get out of doors to work in the kitchen garden or to take the dog for a walk in the neighbouring woods and fields whatever the weather, there was plenty to occupy him.

although he was a creature of habit, there seemed to be an infinite variety in his pursuits. he wrote book reviews regularly for two of the national weeklies. he worked conscientiously his special subject, indian history, and was thus one of the world authorities on it;

he collected modern abstract paintings and so had a circle of friends amongst artists and sculptors; there was hardly anything he did not know about traditional jazz and he often entertained both british and america n jazz musicians he was a superb cook and knew a lot about french and german food.

his family adored him and in a sense he was spoiled by them. at first glance you would have taken him for a retired army officer-his bearing was erect, his hair was cut short, he was fussy about his clothes, which were always neat, clean and conventional. he liked to keep fit, and this was reflected in his clear, steady blue eyes and healthy suntanned complexion. he hardly ever watched tv, but enjoyed a good film and an occasional evening at the theatre.

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