A bowl of rice porridge composition 1 We learned Ditan and I the other day. When I read "... seeing my mother just standing in the same place, or seeing me off and watching me turn the corner of the yard ...", a strange feeling filled my heart-it was so similar. The only difference is that I am not disabled.
The east is white, the cold wind is blowing and the windows are banging. "Hurry up, get up, have breakfast and go to school, or you'll be late." Mom said, help me lift the quilt. A "Siberian cold current" invaded my warm bed. How cold it is! I grabbed the quilt from my mother and fell down again. "Eat rice porridge first, it will be warm after eating, and then come back!" Mother has brought a bowl of steaming rice porridge to my bed. "Rice porridge again. I won't eat. Why are you so wordy? " I sat up, put on my clothes, cleaned up and got ready for school.
My mother sat beside my bed, staring at the bowl of porridge. I drove the car out and she came running. Picked a spoonful of porridge with a spoon and sent it to my mouth: "Take two bites, just take two bites to keep your stomach warm, or go out and get cold." I turned my head and ignored her. Helpless, she gently put down the bowl and took out two yuan from her body. "Go and buy some breakfast!" "I quickly took money from her hand and touched her hand. It was so cold. After I left home, I turned around secretly. She is still at the door, or the way she sent me out, watching me go to school. How similar this is to the text! The late autumn wind, like a knife, stung my face deeply. A wisp of hair brushed my mother's forehead, but her sad expression could be recognized even under her hair. She wears less than me. It must be very cold. Vaguely, she seems to be trembling. At noon, my father told me that she was crying. I noticed her eyes, red. I froze for a long time: why did she get up in the cold? In order to make my breakfast full, I won't get stomach trouble. Won't she sleep in?
Bring me breakfast in the chilly autumn wind, but I ... maybe it's a conscience discovery! After breakfast in the morning, I said goodbye to her before going out. She is very happy and smiles all day. Later, my father told my mother that I grew up. In fact, it is the bowl of rice porridge that embodies my mother's love for me that makes me feel that my mother is not easy, so today I still wonder what the bowl of rice porridge will taste like. Maybe it is sweet! Maybe it smells good. Even though I didn't eat that bowl of rice porridge, maternal love still made me feel it.
A bowl of rice porridge composition 2 A bowl of white rice porridge exudes a faint fragrance and a strong maternal love. -inscription
I remember that night, I heard my voice hoarse This feeling is very uncomfortable. My head is a little heavy and dizzy. I'm sick.
"What's the matter with you? Caught a cold? " Mom came to ask me. I reluctantly smiled and replied, "Nothing, just a little sore throat." In order not to let my mother worry too much, I replied faintly. In fact, I was in a terrible situation, and there seemed to be a fire burning in my throat.
Before going to bed, my mother went to the bed, touched my forehead and asked with concern, "What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?" "I don't want to eat anything." I said I was dissatisfied. "Well, then, have a good sleep." Mom walked away. In fact, I really want to get some comfort, but I didn't expect my mother to really leave. I was a little frustrated and fell asleep gloomily.
The next morning, I was still a little dizzy. I listlessly went to the restaurant and saw a bowl of white rice porridge on the table. My mother said to me gently, "Are you better?"? Come and have a bowl of porridge! " Brother Xi smiled: "Sister, eat quickly, this is a love breakfast specially made by mother for you!" " "
It turns out that my mother got up early and cooked porridge for me for a long time. After cooking, she pressed the heat preservation button, then went back to bed and took a nap.
I looked at the bowl of porridge in front of me. The white rice has been cooked and softened. It looks elegant in a small blue bowl. I took a sip, what a familiar and kind taste, like a fresh hot spring flowing into my heart.
I glanced at my mother quietly. Although she didn't sleep well, she didn't look haggard and was still doing housework in high spirits. The sun shines through the window, and everything at home is so warm.
The faint fragrance of white rice porridge, coupled with the unique taste of maternal love, becomes more delicious. I wonder if it's the white rice porridge. My throat heals very quickly, and it will be all right in a day.
My mother is simple and gentle, just like this bowl of light white rice porridge. Although not luxurious, it is the most intimate and warm comfort.
A bowl of rice porridge composition 3 Guzheng passed Grade 8 in the summer vacation, went to the Olympics class, and learned music literacy. In other words, I was really busy when I was young! And my dear mother has not been idle, always by my side, acting as my full-time driver and chef. In particular, you can often eat the refreshing millet porridge cooked by your mother, and you can eat it every day when you are in study fatigue. This also triggered my idea of learning to make this delicious food on earth.
It's easy to watch mom cook porridge. I feel glad that it's time to show my talents. I poured some millet into the electric pressure cooker at will, grabbed a handful of whole grains and prepared to wash them. "Hey, when you pour rice, have you considered how much rice three people need and the ratio of millet to whole grain rice?" "ah? I really didn't think so much! " Under the guidance of hahaha, I re-measured the rice and learned that the weight of millet is more than three times that of whole grain rice. After washing it again, the water was still yellow, so I stepped up the kneading to make it cleaner, but my mother stopped me. "Fresh rice can't be kneaded like this because its surface layer is rich in vitamin B 1. Vitamin B 1 is an essential nutrient for the human body and can effectively prevent diseases such as indigestion. " Unexpectedly, seemingly simple Taomi has such great knowledge! With previous experience, I know that adding water must be learned. Sure enough, add water to the scale marked "6" in the pot, so as to cook the millet porridge with just the right consistency. Mom said that this is the "experience" she gained through several attempts. It seems that my success today is based on many practices of my mother. Press the "porridge soup" button, and with the music playing, I seem to hear the cheers of victory, haha!
"Tick tock!" A crisp and pleasant reminder "shocked" me from the sofa. All right! I can't wait to open the lid. Through the rising white smoke, I finally saw the mouth-watering millet porridge. It's delicious! Don't worry, we need sugar, 6 spoonfuls-or "mom's card" experience. Stir a few times, savor a bite, sweet and delicious, and taste luxurious. I guess it's the result of my own labor, so I feel sweeter! First fill a bowl of filial piety to my "chef mother", "not bad! Hey, I did it so well for the first time! " Mom praised it. "It's not that you teach well!" I am ecstatic and confident. I will learn more labor skills and share housework for my mother in the future.
A bowl of millet porridge is the beginning of my labor!
A bowl of rice porridge composition 4 "In the final analysis, the only thing that can really comfort people in the end is simply to ask for a bowl of hot soup." Yes, the world cuisine not only refers to the royal dinner, but also refers to the characteristic snacks with charming fragrance on the roadside. The real food is not how expensive it is, but how emotional it is. Even simple and ordinary home cooking will be particularly delicious and attractive after emotional integration. Such as millet porridge at home. A big porcelain bowl with a blue edge is filled with steaming millet porridge. I put it on the table carefully, but there are still ripples on the surface of the porridge. Only this agitation is more flexible and peaceful. Under the long hot fog, a few millet floated up from time to time to look up.
"Honey, it's time to eat." Soon after, it was an ordinary phone call. I saw a small bowl of porridge waiting quietly for its owner. Then "write after dinner, eat first", followed by impatient voices urging. I was interrupted when I was thinking hard about several math problems. I was dazed for a moment and thought, let's eat first. It's never too late to think after dinner. I walked to the table, smelled the smell of millet porridge on the table, and involuntarily picked up chopsticks and stirred them a few times. More rice floated up, and the hot air in the bowl took off faster. I put my mouth to the bowl and couldn't wait to taste it. A warm and fragrant stream is refreshing, making it a taste that can't be reached in seconds. The aftertaste on the tip of the tongue is endless, and a bite of millet porridge is enough to capture my taste buds. "How, not bad!" Mom said, while bringing delicious food from the kitchen and putting it on the table, "Eat quickly, study hard and make up." Yes, people are iron rice steel. Without health, how can they study?
I took my time, thoughtfully, and tasted millet porridge. This crystal millet porridge hides my mother's endless love for me! I remember when I was a child, I was weak and sick, and I often caught a cold and had a fever and couldn't eat. My mother often cooks millet porridge for me, which is light and nutritious and helps digestion. After school, my mother always gets up early to prepare breakfast for me, and the kitchen is full of her busy figure. What makes me feel most cordial is this sweet and delicious millet porridge.
Motherly love is just a bowl of millet porridge! I enjoy the care of love every day, but I can't return it "But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I got three spring rays". Only by studying hard and studying hard can we repay our mother's kindness.
A bowl of rice porridge composition 5 This morning, my father got up very early and he was going to make breakfast for us.
He first washed a little rice and put it in the pot, then added water, and finally covered the pot and stewed it with a big fire. Time to cook. Dad took out the pepper and diced it. Beat the eggs into a bowl, add diced pepper and seasoning, stir well, then turn on the stove and pour in a little vegetable oil. The vegetable oil is hot. Put the eggs in slowly. Suddenly, the egg turned golden yellow, only to see dad shaking the pot at one end, and the egg began to jump in the pot. I urged my father: "Is it almost ready?" "Ok, the hot eggs are out of the pot." I quickly went to open the lid, and the hot air in the pot immediately filled the whole kitchen, like fog, but there was a faint fragrance.
My stomach began to protest. I am busy scooping up a bowl of rice porridge. The rice is white and crystal clear, which makes people drool. Dad, like me, can't wait to drink porridge Everyone just drank porridge without saying a word.
I made a mild bet first. It's too slippery I have been slipping into my stomach, and suddenly I feel that people's mental appetite has increased greatly. I haven't eaten such delicious white rice porridge for half a month, just like seeing my relatives. Very kind. I immediately started to drink porridge, and I couldn't stop. I drank two bowls in a row and took a bowl of white rice soup to my mother's room. Rice soup was as white as milk, and I gulped it down. My mother said, "You only eat." Take it away. I think you eat so delicious that I want to eat it! "When I finished eating porridge, I felt a lingering fragrance in my mouth. It was the most I ate in a winter vacation, and it felt great.
How ordinary a bowl of porridge is. However, on the day when the road was closed by snow and ice, it was a bowl of hot porridge, which aroused everyone's desire to go home and miss their loved ones. A bowl of porridge contains dad's kindness, which gives everyone confidence to resist the ice and snow.
Time is like a never-ending gear, turning quietly with the hands on the clock. Suddenly looked up, it was late at night. My eyes began to tremble, so I'm going to stop writing.
Turning around, I was surprised to find that my mother was standing behind her with a bowl of rice porridge in her hand. When did the door open? I don't understand. Is the smell of porridge pushing it away? In a trance, I took a deep breath, and in an instant, the fragrance lingered on the tip of my nose, which suddenly made people awake for a while. "well! It smells good! " You smile: "Xiang, drink quickly and go to bed early. It's getting late and you have to get up early tomorrow." Listening to your words, my heart is shocked, and there seems to be an inexplicable warmth in my heart. The cold and fatigue of warm nights have disappeared.
My hand took the rice porridge, and at the moment when the four hands touched, I realized that your hands were no longer smooth and delicate. Looking up, the white hair that can't be hidden in the black hair is so striking. In those hard days, I didn't know that the years were getting old. Looking at the rice porridge in the bowl, the grains are so full, just like the love you gave me, I never left it. Suddenly, a stream of heat surged in my heart and struck the string that carried the past. ...
I remember the first time I learned to ride a bike, and you didn't give me a hand to stand up from where I fell. This seems too cruel. However, who left tears of distress when she prescribed medicine for me in the dark?
When I first learned to write, you held my hand, Pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen, pen
It is you who completely explained to me the whole meaning of caring.
At this moment, there is a fire in my heart, burning violently, which makes my blood boil. However, when I look at your back, is time depriving you of your height, or are you casting my growth with your heart? I can hold back my tears and hold this bowl of rice porridge, but I feel very hot. Is it because it embodies all maternal love? I swallowed porridge in one gulp and never let go of every little "boat" carrying maternal love. Although a little spicy, I know the taste is touching.
It was late at night, people were quiet, and I fell asleep. In my little dream, there is a small bowl filled with ten thousand fragrant rice porridge. ...