Love to taste excellent composition 1 In our small family, every family member can cook a special dish that makes people's forefinger move, and the most powerful person who can cook is mom.
A smell came from the kitchen. It turns out that my mother is cooking her specialty again. One of my mother's specialties is "orange juice ribs". When the food was served, the smell of "orange juice ribs" made my sister and I drool. Taking a big bite is like entering a paradise on earth. This "orange juice ribs" is really delicious! Because oranges are so thick and sweet, I want to eat a second slice after eating one, and I can't stop. This is a dish that is sure to succeed and hard to fail.
The practice of "orange juice ribs" is actually very simple. My mother first added the marinade to the small row and mixed it well, then put it in the refrigerator 1 hour, then fried it in an exothermic oil pan until it was golden brown, and the small row ate it first. Step two, make orange juice sauce. First, stir-fry minced garlic and Jiang Mo, add orange juice and rock sugar, and bring to a boil. At this time, you can put the prepared small pieces into the pot and cover the pot. Turn to low heat and cook until the soup is dry. Finally, when my mother scatters white sesame seeds, it means … you're done. It's simple! I'm my mother's cooking assistant. I have seen my mother cook this dish a thousand times. I have studied for a long time.
Mother also has another good dish, which is "bamboo shoot soup". Every time I visit my mother, I will take two big and fat bamboo shoots and cut them into many thin slices. Then I prepare a pot of water. When the water boils, I put down the prepared ribs and sliced bamboo shoots, and turn to low heat and cook slowly until the bamboo shoots are full of fragrance. The smell of bamboo shoots comes to the nose, and it goes without saying that it is really delicious. Crispy bamboo shoots with thick sparerib soup are really mom's masterpieces! I must also learn this dish.
Mom's specialty is really delicious. Every dish is full of mother's love. I often say to my mother, "Mom, your cooking is more delicious than anyone else. Thank you, mom, for your hard work. The delicious dishes you cooked are full of deep love, which makes me feel extremely happy! " At this time, my mother will smile from ear to ear, smiling like a blooming flower, smiling brilliantly and contentedly.
When I was very young, I lived in my grandmother's home in my hometown and enjoyed all kinds of beauty and love.
Throughout the year, grandma's kitchen is filled with a strong smell of chicken soup. I especially like to drink chicken soup, and I prefer to drink it in a big porcelain bowl. It's delicious. At this time, grandma always sits on a small bench, smiles at me, and then lovingly helps me wipe off the oil stains on my mouth.
After school, I left my grandmother. With the growth of my age and the tension of my studies, I visit my grandmother less and less. But every time I go back, my grandmother will gently bring me a bowl of hot soup as usual, and look forward to watching me drink a few mouthfuls with a satisfied face.
At the beginning of the winter vacation, I went to see my grandmother again, and her aging face showed joy. Then, skipping like a child, I went into the kitchen and got busy.
When I was sitting on the sofa racking my brains to solve an Olympic math problem, my grandmother's cautious and concerned voice sounded: "Come out and have some soup first, don't be too tired."
My thoughts, which had just improved a little, were interrupted again, slightly annoyed: "Wait a minute."
Grandma seemed a little embarrassed and left gently.
After a while, he timidly knocked at the door and whispered, "It's too difficult. Let's take a break and have soup first. "
"I said wait a minute!" I shouted wearily.
There was no sound outside for a long time. It was not until I solved the problem that I began to regret what I said. Thinking about whether to go out and apologize to grandma, the door opened gently again.
Grandma also carried a bowl of chicken soup, and the hot air on the chicken soup was foggy, which reflected her gentle face a little unreal.
My eyes turned red. Grandma's deep love for me is wrapped in this bowl of orange hot soup, so simple, so warm and so fragrant. I took the steaming chicken soup and drank it slowly, wrapped in fragrance and warmth, enjoying the truth and beauty of love. Grandma sat beside me as usual and looked at me kindly.
I will always remember the taste of this bowl of chicken soup, sweet, warm and happy.
This is not only the taste of chicken soup, but also the taste that grandma loves.
One morning, my mother cooked a meal and I didn't want to eat at home. I said to my mother, "Mom, let's go out to eat!" " I really want to eat steamed stuffed bun. "Mom said," I'll cook it for you at noon, so you can eat it! " "I said nothing. I went to school after supper.
After school at noon, when I got home, I saw my mother making a lot of steamer bags. My eyes were shining and I washed my hands with joy. I can't wait to eat. When you take the first bite, there is a taste of love, which is especially delicious. I ate a lot, I'm full! Only then did I know that my mother's love was great. Mom's hard work is her love for me, full of love. I must honor my mother when I grow up.
Every time I go home, I pass a food stall, which is opened by an old woman. There, I felt the taste of maternal love for the first time.
I remember it rained heavily after school that day. I didn't bring my umbrella, and I was anxiously waiting for my mother's umbrella at the school gate. Usually she should come early. I stood under the low ridge for a long time, watching my classmates disappear into the white distance. At this time, it rained heavily.
Maybe not. I ran home with a schoolbag on my head. I was covered with rain and mud, and the rain flowed into my skirt along the tears I complained about. I ran to my heart and shouted: Why didn't you pick me up? I am so miserable! At home, there is no place to work all over. I threw my schoolbag on the sofa. It was dark in the room, and there was no light in the kitchen. At this time, the door opened, and my mother entered the room, shook the water on the umbrella and entered the room.
What was I about to say? She said, why haven't you started your homework today? Go do your homework! I was so angry that I couldn't fight. Maybe she didn't notice the stain on my body. I didn't say anything and didn't take her seriously at all, so I opened the door and went out. Where are you going? Is it raining outside? I ran out when you came back, and her voice was thrown far away by me. I suddenly feel that she is not suitable for being a mother!
It was still raining in the street, so I came to the food stall opened by my grandmother, and there was no one inside. It's probably raining, there is no business, and grandma is preparing to close the stall. There is only one table and two chairs left in the room, which seems to be reserved for me. I sat down and felt in my pocket. I came out in such a hurry that I forgot to bring my money. Seeing me like this, grandma kindly said to me, young man, what can I eat? I looked at the old man and didn't know what to do. I looked down and said, sorry, I have no money! Grandma didn't say anything, turned around and burned hot water, and immediately said to me, it's okay, I'll treat you to dinner, not counting money. After a while, a bowl of steaming noodles was served. I looked at the old man gratefully and ate at the urging of the old man. She sat in the opposite chair and looked at me for a while. She asked me, do you have any problems with your family? I looked into her deep eyes, sighed, and tears flowed down unwillingly.
I told her what happened and thanked her for the noodles. But she smiled: Why do you thank me for being a stranger? I just brought you a bowl of noodles, and your mother has cooked it for you many times. Have you ever thanked her?
I was silent. Think about it carefully, it seems that there are many different tastes in my heart. I stood up, said goodbye to my grandmother and ran home.
Yes! Mother's taste will never change, but there are sadness, sweetness, spicy and bitter. After the rain, the road gradually became clear, and the figure of the distant intersection became clear. It was a familiar figure! The air is full of a smell, the smell of mother's love and happiness!
The taste of love is excellent. There is a kind of love in the world, ordinary and great. There is a kind of love in the world that will accompany you forever; There is a kind of love in the world that needs no return, as long as you call mom in a sweet voice. ...
Childhood maternal love
I remember playing crazy when I was a child. Whether it is the most common game "hide-and-seek" or the simplest game "cut watermelon", I can play sweating and panting. After crazy play, my mother always lets me have a cup of tea and dry my sweat with a towel. My mother won't blame me, but she will pout and say with a smile, "This child really knows how to play!" " "
Motherly love now
Time is always in a trance, so I turned over a page. When I was in primary school, my mother became more and more strict. I remember when I was in the third and fourth grades, my mother sent me to practice calligraphy. At first, my mother always took pains to explain the mystery of every word to me and taught me to practice calligraphy seriously. Sometimes, I get furious because of the failure of a sentence, but my mother always laughs and doesn't answer. She turned around, picked up Beethoven and Helen Keller's novels and told me the truth. So, I regained my confidence and continued to practice. Now, my calligraphy has made great progress.
Motherly love in the future
Everyone will be accompanied by his mother on the road to growth. When can willows sprout without rain and dew? Without sunshine, when can a tree thrive? Can't help being watered by maternal love, when can I grow up?
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
The taste of love is excellent composition 6 "Alas, I failed in the exam again." (Teacher's comment: The beginning is novel and unique. )
With heavy steps, I walked on the way to school year after year, holding a paper with a low score and a red fork in my hand.
I walk slowly alone. (Teacher's comment: This sentence was added by the teacher. Adding this sentence is the necessary explanation, laying the groundwork for going home late. )
It's early spring, and the willows around me have spit out new buds. The breeze blowing on the face smells so fresh-I know, it's the smell of spring. Teacher's comment: By describing the scenery and comparing the psychological activities of the characters, it is not ideal to show listlessness after the exam. )
But I can't get up. My foot kicked the pebbles on the roadside and my brain began to think.
"What should I tell my mother?" I remembered that a week ago, my mother and I robbed a bag of melon seeds, then sat on the sofa and confidently said to my mother, "Don't worry! Watching TV for a while will not affect my exam ... I will arrange time to review myself, you can rest assured. " (Teacher's comment: In a narrative way, point out your previous fun and the reasons why the exam was not ideal. )
At that time, I saw my mother's eyes full of worries. Time has carved deep marks on her beautiful eyelids, and there are a few silver threads on her long black hair. Teacher's comment: The description of the character's appearance is very typical, which captures the wrinkles of the character's eyelids and the white hair in her black hair, showing her mother's hard work and paving the way for the following guilt. Time is still ruthless, and she shakes her body, face and hair.
..... Seeing the familiar figure at the entrance of the village from a distance, though still tall and straight, is no longer young. I hesitated, strode past, and quickly stuffed my paper into my pocket. (Teacher's comment: The action is well described. A word "plug" is extremely accurate, which shows a person's inner panic. ) "Mom, why are you here ..."
"Well, your father just said it's six o'clock, and you haven't come back yet ... I'll come and have a look."
"Oh, then ... go home."
I followed my mother and couldn't say a word. I can only hear my breathing, my heartbeat and my mother's footsteps. (Teacher's comment: Think about it, what's the effect of adding this short paragraph? )
When I finally got home, my mother immediately went into the kitchen and began to get busy. Dad is sitting on the sofa watching TV. When he saw me coming back, he turned off the TV. I sat down at the table, put down my bag and said nothing.
When the meal is ready, my mother made me my favorite sweet and sour pork ribs. I chew slowly, but I can't taste anything-I finally understand the word "taste like chewing wax".
That moment has finally arrived.
Dad asked me, "How was the exam?"
"I don't know, the paper hasn't been sent yet." I went back to my room after a few mouthfuls of rice, following the saying that "more words will lose".
The evening breeze blew in from the window, carrying some flowers, some from My Sweetie. I was doing my homework listlessly, but I fell asleep at my desk unconsciously.
..... I don't know how long, I was awakened by a "creaking" sound of opening the door and the smell of milk:
"Stop nagging ... if your daughter doesn't do well in the exam, don't be too hard on her. She is under a lot of pressure these days. "
"I know, I know ... you should cook more nutritious food for her and don't tire our daughter out."
"Well, my daughter fell asleep at her desk so early. She must be tired ... let's not wake her up." Teacher's comment: The above is a description of the characters' language. Many students like to translate other people's language into their own language to quote, but they don't know that this has lost the role of language description and expression of characters. )
I was lying on the table, my head was deeply buried between my crossed arms, and tears flowed down unconsciously ... I covered my mouth and tried not to cry.
But the smell of hot milk can be clearly smelled in the nose, which is rich and mellow. (Teacher's comment: The ending is unforgettable. The smell of milk, the smell of love! )
The taste of love is excellent. The box lunch I used to think was the worst, but it gave birth to a new taste in the rain.
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In the classroom of the training class, my classmate Xiaoqing and I stood on the chair, holding chalk in our hands, and kept writing-the training teacher asked us to finish the blackboard newspaper before afternoon and said that we could participate in the competition.
Behind the classroom, Xiaoqing and I have been writing and drawing. The windows in the classroom are soundproof, so let's close them all so that the noise won't affect us. The curtains have been closed and the classroom is dark, but it is rare for us to have design inspiration. During those hours, we didn't say a word, just worked.
It was getting dark, but we didn't feel it at all. "oh! Why is it a little cold? " I wrote a paragraph and endured it for a long time, but I still couldn't help asking. I rubbed my arms against each other, but there was no warmth. "It seems to be getting colder and colder, I feel it." Xiaoqing answered, gave me a look, shook her body again, and said helplessly, "Then write it, it seems a little dark! Finish it early and go home early! "
"bang!" The door left unlocked was suddenly pushed open by a gust of wind and crashed into the wall-we were really startled! "It is only noon in summer! Is the typhoon going to land? " I joked. But we flinched with a smile. I closed the door quietly and everyone started working again.
"Zhi ..." After a short silence, the voice of opening the door came from the darkness. Xiaoqing and I looked back-a middle-aged woman stood quietly at the door with a big coat. Her hair was soaked with a lot of water and her face was wet. There is some mud on her high heels, and her clothes are wet. She gave us a friendly smile.
"Teacher, are you very hot?" Xiaoqing didn't know what the teacher was doing, so she asked casually.
That woman is our teacher. She laughs "Yes! Sweat. " She opened her long coat carefully, revealing two lunch boxes.
She moved carefully, put two lunch boxes on the table, opened them and waved to us: "You must be hungry! Come and eat! I will work with you after eating! "
Xiaoqing and I smiled at each other and walked quickly over: "Teacher!" The warm feeling on the lunch box deeply touched us. Although we thought it was the worst in the world, the teacher's thoughtfulness also infected us!
Shouldn't the teacher have a meeting in the general school? But she ran back because of us-because she thought, we haven't eaten yet? My eyes are a little moist. Look at Xiaoqing. Her eyes are red.
"Look at you! Don't turn on the light when it gets dark! " She turned on the light slowly and then opened the curtains. "In this weather, the air needs to circulate ..."
We turned our heads and looked out of the window-raindrops as big as peas fell straight, forming a dense rain curtain and wetting everything outside the window. ...
Suddenly, the two of us burst into tears-teacher, did you come in the rain?
It's raining outside. Why didn't we know this before?
Chewing the slightly hot food in my mouth-there is no nutrition, but because the molecules of love are moving, I taste another taste-it is the sweet taste of warm heart, which is irresistible. ...
That kind of taste is fresh in people's memory, and that kind of sweetness makes people warm-I once thought that the taste of love was like this!
A bowl of fried rice with eggs is very common. But the taste of this bowl of fried rice with eggs is unique in the world.
A hungry girl, staring at the dishes in the aunt's fried rice pot. Aunt fried rice looked up and saw her and asked her to come over for dinner, but the girl had no money, but Aunt fried rice insisted on inviting her to dinner.
Aunt fried rice first burned the oil in the pot, steaming hot; Then put the meat slices into the pot and whimper, then beat two eggs and fry them into golden brown; Finally, add diced carrots, vegetables and rice ... shake, turn and stir-fry several times. Just a bowl of delicious fried rice with eggs, no onions.
The girl cried while eating. She wondered: Why is this bowl of fried rice with eggs so similar to the dishes cooked by her mother? No diced onions. Seeing this scene behind the scenes, the aunt who fried rice explained to her that it was her mother who asked her to run away from home and she ran all over the streets. When she met a restaurant or a roadside stall, she paid for her daughter's meal in advance in order to keep her penniless daughter from starving outside.
After listening to this, the girl once again immersed herself in fried rice with eggs, remembering that her mother was busy in the vegetable market in order to let herself eat fresh vegetables, but she felt impatient beside her; I also think of the scene where my mother always cooks good food for herself and eats beautifully. I also recall that when I was sick, my mother carefully cooked hot porridge to take care of her appearance, but I thought … she never said "thank you" to her mother and took her care for granted. She ran away from home because of a temporary language incompatibility, but at this moment, she wants to call her mother and hug her.
The fried rice cooked by my mother is neither delicious nor a big meal, but it is full of love between parents and children, which is irreplaceable.
The taste of love is excellent. Composition 9 "I want sweet taste, I want fragrant bubbles …" Whenever I hear the song "Happy Girls", I can't help eating a bunch of sweets. I feel very happy after eating sweets. The sweet taste makes me happier.
The sweetness in the dream is stronger, as if I were a candy. Once I watched TV, my heart flew into the TV at the same time. Suddenly a sad thing happened: my favorite character was knocked down by a bad guy. I am sad. I just want to have fun eating candy. All the sweets at home are going to be eaten up. What's more, the rest are sweets that can sour teeth! I couldn't keep myself sad, so I found a drink and ate sugar while drinking. Sure enough, it's not so sour. The sweet taste makes me happy again.
Every success can also make me feel happy. I am a happy girl, and I often have disputes with some active boys. Once, I had a fight with my classmate Xu Zhe. He has "four donkey kong", and I have "three warriors" without showing weakness. Take your positions. Think of me as a veteran, "Ha ha ha ..." A burst of laughter came, and our general had beaten them out of the water. At this moment, I don't know what I'm thinking, and my heart is My Sweetie. It turns out that every victory is so sweet.
Sweet feelings are really everywhere. I am a happy girl.
On the road of growth, we feel the colorful life and enjoy the taste of love. Mother grew up with us and gave us the taste of maternal love.
Before I could speak, my mother began to teach me to say the first word: "Mom". I followed my mother's complaints, and her mother patiently taught me "Mom, Mom". The first time I made it clear, I saw my mother's smile. What a bright smile, with joy and shyness.
When I am unhappy, my mother always tells many interesting stories to make me laugh. If I am still unhappy, my mother will cook my favorite shredded potato for me. After a while, the fragrance floated into my nostrils, which was the taste of happiness. I will immediately forget those people and things that make me unhappy and eat shredded potatoes fried by my mother happily. My mother will watch me eat and smile with satisfaction.
When I want to go to school, my mother always tells me: "Be careful on the road, give way when you see the car coming, and come back early after school." I'll make you dinner. " I will say "I see …" and then go to school alive, and my mother will smile happily behind me.
During the exam, I always share my test paper and my labor results with my mother. Mom will smile with relief when she sees the red tick on my paper. Mom's smile contains endless love for me, which makes me happy, happy and happy. From my mother's smile, I realized the taste of love. On the road of growing up, I was surrounded by maternal love, which made me feel the taste of maternal love, that is, happiness, happiness and happiness. ...