亲爱的奶奶(我最XXXX作文800字)

目录：

亲爱的奶奶

我最XXXX作文800字

至亲至爱和挚亲挚爱

亲爱的奶奶

1、爸爸是她最小的孩子，我出生的时候，奶奶已经六十多岁，小时候我不懂事，后来一直在外地、外省读书和打工，回家的时候都会陪奶奶，像小时候一样，她给我梳头发，晚上和奶奶一起睡觉，依然和小时候一样，喜欢听奶奶讲故事，有时候带奶奶逛街。去花台买延庆观炸鸡和大赛巷买小胡吃，我们两人都爱吃。

2、奶奶无私的帮助过很多人。虽然不信仰任何宗教，却集善良于一身的奶奶，助人从来不是为了求得回报，特别是闹饥荒的那几年，她经常救济邻里和陌生人，经常送人各种需要的生活用品，甚至连房子都给有需要的人住。

3、每一个和奶奶相处过的人都会感觉到愉悦，她善于发现每个人的优点，并且会把它放大，发自内心的赞美他人。也许是经历过战乱年代，而且年轻时她饱读诗书，过去无论多么艰苦，她总是那么慷慨、幽默、豁达，所有认识她的人，都特别喜欢她！

我最XXXX作文800字

1、古代有一种树，名为“蓝桉”，可能你对蓝桉不是很熟悉，但你一定认识梧桐树。梧桐，允许XX栖息在它的树枝上，也允许其他植物生长它的身旁。而蓝桉，只会允许一两种鸟靠近它，而其它生灵则很难靠近。那只鸟就是我，而蓝桉，是你。我知道，这有点自私，可是我知道，我是你身上掉下的肉，无论怎么爱都不过份。

2、你说过，你的钱全花在了我的身上。这时候，你又显得特别大方。你口袋中的钱变得一文不值，吃穿住行，你丝毫不吝啬。尤其是在学习上，你宁愿把钱打水漂，也要花掉你所有的钱。可是你对自己，却是十足的“爱财奴”，自己的衣服，穿了好几年也不舍得买件新的。你“大方”与“吝啬”的画面，就这样不停地在生活中切换，而这一切，在我的眼前历历在目。

3、作为你的小XX，在我眼中，你是全天下最美的人。你总是说，自己太胖了，要减肥。可是我觉得你一点儿都不胖。你为了生下我这个难产儿，头肿得像西瓜一般大，生下我之后，身材也胖得变了形。可是这才是“十月怀胎”的艰难，这才是作为一个XXX不易！我又怎么会觉得你胖呢？

4、“望子成龙”这个词放在哪个家庭中都没有错。你总说，你没读什么书，但希望我能成才。你将希望给予了我，我又怎能不负重而行呢？你为了培养我，用尽心血，好不容易我的成绩有了些起色，你为了生计，不得不在外奔波。你没有办法，便叫外婆特地来带我。只要有空，你就会和我XX，你总说，知道我读书苦，可你不希望我将来的生活也苦，你希望我能如愿考上好大学，将来就能活出最美的样子。这些我都听进去了，因为我怎能辜负你呢？

至亲至爱和挚亲挚爱

1、我的朋友Vikki总是随身携带有至爱亲人的祷告卡，不管是去澳大利亚广袤的内地欣赏无限风光，还是去希腊梦幻般的岛屿度假，她都将亲人“装进行囊”，一如他们就在身旁…… When I was a kid, I remember my dad used to sing an old, WWI song, “Pack up your Troubles,” while he was getting dressed for work in the morning. The lyrics from the chorus of the song play in my head often when I’m packing for a trip—“Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag and smile, smile, smile.” Lately, with TSA regulations seemingly changing daily, packing my kit bag with clothes, toothbrush and Ziploc-baggie of three-ounce bottles seems more like trouble than fun, fun, fun. For my friend, Vikki, though, what to pack isn't as important as whom to pack. She takes her fXXily and friends everywhere. Vikki took her mother skiing in MXXmoth last November and she took my mother-in-law to the ruins of Machu Picchu and Rome. Vikki has taken numerous people to exotic places like the outback in Australia, and the Greek Islands—all posthumously and in her bag. You see, Vikki collects prayer cards from funerals and memorials of her loved ones and takes them with her wherever she goes. The cards, some with watercolor iXXges of Jesus and others with pictures of a deceased friend and “in loving memory” printed beneath, are bound together with a rubber band and stashed somewhere in Vikki’s carry-on. I'm fascinated by this practice and ask her about it often. I like to keep tabs on the number of cards she carries as it increases. At last count Vikki was toting around forty people. I’ve often thought that when the tally reached fifty-two, I’d propose some kind of card gXXe we could play. My huXXand, Larry and I sometimes travel with Vikki and her huXXand, Bill, so we could while away the hours on trains and boats by playing some modified version of war, poker, or go-fish. Obviously, I’m not as sentimental about Vikki’s collection as she is, but on a trip two years ago, I witnessed the power of those prayer cards. Larry and I were in Peru with Vikki and Bill. We had just finished dinner at a restaurant in Aguas Calientes, when Vikki slid a sXXll card across the table to Larry and asked, “Would you like to have your mom with you XXXorrow when you climb Machu Picchu?” Larry was visibly moved by the gesture and slipped the prayer card from his mother’s funeral into his shirt pocket. When we walked the ancient, Incan ruins the next day, Larry had his mom with him and I could sense the joy he felt in her presence. It was then I realized the enormous happiness Vikki must feel, having some forty loved ones near her at all times. With all the rules today about what travelers can’t bring on a flight, XXybe we’d all be a little more pleasant if we focused on the things we can bring and XXke sure they are what XXke us happy or at least smile, smile, smile.昆明韦博国际英语