Life is full of flavor, ups and downs. On the road of life, we experience growth. In the process of growing up, we understand life. In the process of growing up, we move from ignorance to maturity; In growing up, we not only experienced storms, but also enjoyed happiness and happiness; In the process of growing up, we tasted the taste of life and saw our feelings about love ... In the journey of growing up, we saw the colorful world, our beautiful childhood and prosperous youth. In my growing experience, there is a taste that I never tire of eating and enjoy it.
ferment
Six years passed quickly. Now, we are about to graduate. I don't know why, every time I think of the plot of graduation, I can't help crying, and a burst of bitterness quietly welled up in my heart. How many young memories have we left in these six years? In separate seasons, we pile them together, enjoy them quietly and recall them slowly. We are going to leave everything we get along with day and night, so we become sad. ...
sweet
Seaside, beach and sunshine always attract me. One day, my sister and I came to the seaside. When we get there, we always feel relaxed and happy. A breeze blows our skirts, and a ray of sunshine gives us infinite warmth. I came to the side near the sea, and my feet seemed to melt into the sea. I leaned down and stroked the sea gently, and I felt a cold feeling. We ran to the beach to play again.
harbour a grudge (against sb)
Life will never be smooth sailing, there will always be some hardships and twists and turns. Of course, everyone has a different definition of frustration. In another exam, I got a score that I never thought about-65 points. When I learned the score, my heart was cold. At this time, I was heartbroken. I don't know how to face my teacher, my parents and myself. Of course, tears cannot wash away the pain. A seemingly simple sentence gave me infinite strength and brought me back to the original point from the edge of sadness.
4. fragrant
When I was a child, I always lived a carefree life of "clothes to reach out, food to open my mouth". But to grow up is to learn to survive slowly and take care of yourself. I remember washing clothes for the first time and dyeing blue jeans on a white shirt. I remember the first time I cooked, I forgot to put water on it and burned the whole pot. I remember washing dishes for the first time and breaking several dishes ... my heart is burning. I can't help thinking: have I really grown up?
We are ignorant, carefree and full of dreams in the process of growing up. Once, we were eager to grow up and had infinite hope for a bright future. But when we grow up, we still want to wander in our immature childhood and go back to the past ... time flies and the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. Time flies to lead us to grow up and savor the taste of growth with us. ...
2. How to write a composition in the kitchen On Sunday, the kitchen was really busy. Listen:
Dad "clicked" on the trash can and cut off the head and tail of the chicken-tailed shrimp. Until the shrimp was turned into a "headless and tailless fly", Dad slammed down the scissors. Then, dad turned on the tap and heard the running water rushing out, splashing all the shrimps like a drowned rat. Dad cleaned the shrimp and put away the mess, so busy that he turned on the gas stove and the range hood again. With the sound of "squeaking" and "rumbling", the kitchen suddenly became noisy. I can't help covering my ears. After a while, there was a deafening "zi la la" sound, which scared me. It turned out that dad accidentally spilled some water into the hot oil. The oil was hot and sizzled, and a plate of shrimp fell. The temperature in the pot is getting higher and higher, the hissing sound is getting louder and louder, and oil overflows from time to time, which makes me grin. Dad laughed and kept stir-frying "Kuang Maomao" with a shovel.
"Dangdang Dangdang", the shovel and the bottom of the pot greeted each other affectionately. After adding water, the pot was like a fire, and it smoked straight, which made me hide far away. After a while, I approached the pot again. Seeing the shrimp slowly changing from white to red, my father put down the spatula, and the sound of "clang" finally disappeared, but he didn't stop his work and "rustled" some seasonings such as monosodium glutamate and salt. After a few times of frying, he asked me to take a plate, and I took it out of the cupboard with a bang. Dad put the shrimp on the plate, and my mouth watered.
"Have a meal!" A cheerful symphony of pots and pans ended with dad's proud cry.
There are many wonderful sounds in the world, such as the chirping of birds, the rushing of rivers, the rustling of leaves and the sound of people playing, and my favorite is the "symphony" from the kitchen when my father is cooking.
One day at noon, a guest came to the house, and his father invited the guest to dinner at home. When mom is not at home, the task of cooking naturally falls on dad's shoulder. Father rolled up his sleeves, tied on his apron and went into the kitchen. I went to accompany the guests. Although everyone was sitting in front of the guests, my heart followed my father into the kitchen, and my ears were particularly sensitive to all kinds of sounds coming from the kitchen. "Hua Hua", this is the sound of running water, Dad. This is the first movement of the symphony. I heard the crash of spatula and iron pan again. After a while, my father began to cook. The next moment, I heard the sound of "Hua Hua" turning vegetables, skilled and light. This is the * * * part of the Symphony. This is the voice of "Ding Dong", and this is the voice of my father banging on the plate with a pot.
With the father's shout: "dinner!" " The delicious dishes were served, and the room was filled with the smell of vegetables. At this time, the kitchen symphony is over.
4. How to write the composition of Kitchen Symphony in 420 words? I like playing the piano, and I am intoxicated by its beautiful melody. But I prefer the brisk and rhythmic kitchen symphony that I can often hear.
Another afternoon, my mother came back from work, had a rest and went into the kitchen wearing an apron. At this time, our kitchen symphony began. With a bang, my mother pulled open the stove cover and prepared to cook porridge. I only heard the sound of "rustling" and "rushing". This is when my mother picks up the stones from the beans, washes them and puts them in the pot. Listen to "Cha" again. Mother scooped some rice and the tap water was running. Mother washed the rice and put it in the pot. Then my mother hurried to pick vegetables, and the sound of running water reached my ears again. It is my mother who is washing vegetables. Then came the sound of "Dangdang" chopping vegetables, crisp, lively and rhythmic. At this time, our kitchen symphony entered * * *. Whenever this happens, my father always praises my mother's knife skills. Mom was so happy that the potatoes turned into shredded potatoes under her knife, and the clash between the knife and the plate was endless. Mother put the cut vegetables on the plate. Bang, mom started cooking. Listen to the stir-fry sound of "Cha, Cha, Cha, Cha". At this time, the red bean porridge in the rice cooker jumped up and made a "clang" on the top of the pot cover. This is the most magnificent and attractive kitchen symphony, and it is also the busiest time for my mother. She stirred the red bean porridge in the rice cooker for a while with a spoon, and then fried the vegetables. With the sound of shovels, pots, spoons and bowls, my mother cooked the dishes.
At this time, my father and I came to help with chopsticks, porridge and setting the table. At the beginning of dinner, the family sat around the dining table, watching light yellow shredded potatoes mixed with tomatoes, snow-white vermicelli mixed with spinach, yellow eggs and thin slices of beef, which made my appetite open and I ate it. Just then, the symphony in my kitchen ended.
5. Composition, the war in the kitchen, how to write, 300 words, tonight, the kitchen is really lively! It turns out that spices are in conflict!
Listen! Condiments are quarrelling with each other. Tangtang proudly said, "Without me, every dish would not be delicious. To make a dish with more sugar, it won't be sweet without me, haha! " At this time, other condiments did not show weakness. Oil took the opportunity to proudly say, "Without me, every dish has no fragrance, and Mao Mao's is hard to swallow." Vinegar also leaned his face and proudly said, "Without me, the fish would have a strong fragrance and every dish would not be delicious." Shao, who had long been impatient, blushed and shouted, "Twitter, what's the trouble?" I have never heard of' oil without salt equals indifference', I am the boss! " ..... Just as the spices were clamoring for a fight, the young master came in to cook.
When the dish was in the pot, the young master was supposed to take the salt, but the sugar pushed it away, so the young master mistook the sugar for salt; When the young master tried to get vinegar, the soy sauce kicked the vinegar over. Young master used soy sauce as vinegar and poured it into the dish. When the young master wanted to take monosodium glutamate, the salt jumped out, and as a result, the young master got the salt ... Finally, the young master had to burn a "strange dish" and serve it on the table.
The guest ate it and pointed and said, "This dish is so terrible! This dish tastes strange! " The condiment arguing on the sidelines bowed his head in shame. You look at me, I look at you, and I feel embarrassed.
Finally, Grandpa Pepper said earnestly, "We can only serve the people well if we are United!" ! Because each condiment has its own characteristics, only when it is used reasonably can it play its best role and make delicious food! "Everyone kept nodding, ashamed of their pride, held out their hands in a friendly way and held them tightly together.
6. Composition about the kitchen The most lively place in my home is the kitchen.
On Saturday, I heard the sound of running water, so I came down from upstairs and went to the kitchen to see that my mother was cooking. When my mother was ready to wash vegetables, I immediately moved a small bench. I sat there watching my mother wash the vegetables. When washing vegetables, the water makes a "rushing" sound. Ah! How fast the water is flowing! After washing vegetables, we began to cut vegetables. When cutting vegetables, the kitchen knife and knife board make a "pedal" sound. Just like us, when we step on the ground with our feet, we will also make a "pedal" sound. As fast as a flying knife. When you finish cutting vegetables and start cooking, you make a "squeaky" sound, just like a chicken crowing. It's really like going to the country.
My kitchen is full of noise and smoke. This is my vibrant kitchen.
7. The composition of the kitchen is really energetic. No less than 80 words. Looking at my mother's busy figure and ordinary kitchen utensils in the kitchen, I really want to help transform the kitchen!
I said a spell and created a perfect kitchen. The kitchen also includes a dining table, and the facilities in the kitchen are excellent. Have a highly intelligent robot nanny as your cooking assistant; There are multifunctional cabinets; There is an interesting table. ...
Let's start with the kitchen. The gas stove has three gas ports and three buttons below. The first button is red. As long as you wave your hand on it, there will be flames coming out and you can control the size of the flames. The second button is blue. If you say the name of the food in your mind, a screen will appear showing the price of the food. If you put money on it, the food you want will appear. The third button is green. If you want to see all kinds of pots at home, just think about it and they will appear. On the left side of the gas stove is a pool. When the robot washes vegetables, the water flowing down will flow into a big bucket, and the water in the big bucket can be used to flush the toilet, so that water will not be wasted. The floor will clean up the leaves you accidentally dropped.
Next to the kitchen is the dining table, which is also amazing. There are three buttons beside the dining table. The first button can change the dining table into triangles, squares and circles. The second button can turn the dining table into wood, crystal and stone. There are two buttons beside the chair. The first button is to control the height and the second button is to control the hardness. ...
Guess, does mom like this new kitchen?
8. An article describing the kitchen Zhang Guoli, a middle-aged male writer in Taiwan Province Province, has a petty bourgeoisie who wrote an article entitled "Kitchen Evolution", reviewing his mother's kitchen, his ex-wife's kitchen and his own kitchen, and describing in more detail the kitchen he and his wife now own. Mom's kitchen is a magical space that he thought "put the dough into the steamer, and the steamer will automatically spit out delicious Chinese cabbage buns after a few hours"; His ex-wife's kitchen is a strange space. He never pokes his foot into a semi-disabled man. He is spoiled. Your own kitchen is a fashion space to maintain the relationship between father and daughter and pursue your girlfriend by the way; Now, the open kitchen owned by my wife is an important space for the right living room, the back desk and the smell of food that permeates the whole house from time to time.
This writer's pen is always full of magnetism. I visited his kitchen for a while, and I remembered the kitchen I had been to.
I remember it was in the mid-1970s. We moved to a tube-shaped building in my father's unit. * * * Two floors, open-air stairs. Limited housing, basically a family of four is divided into two single rooms, each about 12- 15 square meters. The residents inside don't have a separate kitchen. Every household has a briquette stove in the corridor, next to a long table with a chopping board and some pots and pans. The public water room is at the end of the corridor. Every time I wash vegetables and fill pots, I have to walk through a long corridor and take a look at the furnishings that others always think are more beautiful than my own.
Opposite the door is a Shandong person. Their breakfast, lunch and dinner are always noodles, steamed bread, pancakes and other pasta. Because of them, I knew for the first time that steamed bread can be round, and my previous understanding of the shape of steamed bread was limited to the shape of steamed bread cut with a knife. In this aisle kitchen, my family should not be able to cook delicious dishes. As far as I can remember, the young couple next door and next door often fry spicy peppers, making the whole floor smoky and sneezing.
In the early 1980s, my kitchen was a single room, and the outside was made of wood boards, linoleum and other materials, with an area of about 8-9 square meters. Pots and pans are placed on the long table, and pots and pans are placed in the cupboard, lined up along the wall. Simple window with a stove under the window frame. If it rains, pull the stove away from the window, because the edge of the window is not well sealed and the rain will seep in. At that time, honeycomb briquette was burned, and the furnace was sealed at night, and there was no need to regenerate the furnace for several days. It's my job to make a stove, so what impressed me most in this kitchen is that I was smoked to tears, and my mother also blamed me for not sealing the stove last night. As a result, I may eat raw rice at noon and be late for work and school in the afternoon.
Another thing happened in this kitchen, which I will never forget. Because the kitchen is in disrepair, there is a wide gap between the boards on the wall. One winter night, a wild cat seemed to use bone shrinkage to get through a wide crack, then managed to get into the bedroom next to my kitchen and jumped on my bed. Because of the cold, it arched hard under the bed. I vaguely felt something, trying to push the "obstacle" away, but I didn't expect to touch a furry living thing. I sat up with a "wow-"and subconsciously threw the wild cat out. The cat gave a meow and ran away. I stayed there for a long time and didn't find my soul. Since then, I have been insulated from furry pets.
1985, I finally walked into the kitchen of the apartment. The windows are watertight and the walls are airtight. Black coal was replaced by gas. Looking around the kitchen, it is spacious and bright, and the items are scattered all over the floor. However, this neat arrangement will be accidentally destroyed.
At that time, dad often went on business trips. When dad is on a business trip, mom tries to avoid killing chickens and geese. Once my father was on a long business trip, my mother saw that the live chicken at home was getting thinner and thinner, and she was distressed and determined to kill it. I am called an "accomplice" in the kitchen. My job is to hold the chicken tightly: hold the drumstick in my right hand, twist the chicken neck with my left hand, and wipe the chicken neck with my mother's knife. As a result, my mother's hand was shaking all the time, and the chicken struggled badly in pain. As soon as I let go, the chicken banged around in the kitchen with a bloody neck. I stood still, and my mother scolded me for being useless and ordered me to catch chickens. People struggle with chickens, and finally chickens are not enemies, but are caught, slaughtered and scalded. . . After stopping, I looked at the kitchen after the chicken flew, two words-"chaos".