Wow, it smells good. 450 words 1 Open the tissue paper of Tang poetry and Song poetry, and the yellowed pages are full of ink fermented by the years. Singing softly, like walking in the garden, full of fragrance.
She, Li Qingzhao, sang passionately, "Life is an outstanding person, and death is a ghost hero." Rage at the corruption and incompetence of those in power in the Southern Song Dynasty, and don't let a man's heroism become a mere paper. "The fragrant noodles are half-open, and the court has a new makeup." It also reveals her fresh and broad-minded style, sparse a few plum blossoms, and is playing with her hands with a smile. Li Qingzhao's quiet personality, beautiful ci style and patriotic enthusiasm are like the laurel of "painting an aperture and crowning the Mid-Autumn Festival". When everyone looked up and prayed for her, only a faint fragrance floated.
"I thought that in those days, Jin Ge was an iron horse and swallowed Wan Li." It is the pride of swallowing mountains and rivers. "The eyes are broken and the autumn geese fall, and the empty strings are drunk." Xin Qiji felt heroic in his later years, which is amazing. "Looking for him in the crowd, I suddenly turned around and the man was there, dimly lit." It turns out that a half-life army horse and hero like Xin Qiji also has delicate feelings. Lantern Festival is full of gold, light and shadow, dark dust with horses, fragrant dust everywhere. Xin Qiji is a combination of heroic courage and poet's feelings, just like a colliding, elegant and chic bamboo, and his soul is full of noble fragrance.
When the poem is taken apart, every petal is crystal clear and chewed carefully, which makes people feel fragrant.
"Qingxi wears peaches and plums to play a total of Qing Pu Han Bai Zhi." It is a faint bitter fragrance in the water vapor, full of peaches and plums, which is a good season. "Bitter bamboo shoots and squid are delicious, dreaming of Jiangnan." It is delicious. "The rice beam is fat under the Ehu Mountain, and the finless porpoise is half covered." It is the rich and happy fragrance of "rice beam", like a simple folk painting.
Tang poetry and Song poetry are tasted, and the fragrance is scattered on the paper.
I can't help but sigh: Wow! It smells good.
Wow, it smells good. After school, I walked on the side of the road. I don't know what attracted me, so my nose was dragged away.
Seeing the dazzling array of snacks in the store, I couldn't help swallowing and staring. There are various flavors of sugar, crisp chips, various school supplies and sweet jam ... I touched my pocket again and my pocket money was used up.
As soon as I opened the door, my father hurried out and put the braised pork on the table. Braised pork is ready, and soon, the air is filled with a refreshing aroma.
I can't describe the color of braised pork accurately in words, saying it is dark, and there seems to be a red ripple. I can't describe the smell of braised pork accurately in words, saying that it is very fragrant and very mellow. In a word, just a few beautiful words can't sum up all its connotations.
I have no choice. I picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and put it in my mouth. I chewed with relish. How elastic this meat is. My mouth, tongue and teeth are rippling with that lasting fragrance. After a while, my mother brought out a plate of small vegetables, and the hot taste was like sparks flying when fireworks were set off. Approaching the dish, the taste is light, but unambiguous, while drilling and jumping.
Here is the grand appearance of fish head soup. Mother's soup is unusual, but it's delicious. One step less, the soup will go bad, and you can smell the aroma of fish soup for miles away.
All the dishes are here. Anyway, I can't accurately describe the aroma of all dishes.
Wow, it smells good. The composition is 450 words and 3 small words, exquisite and dignified. A roll of weeds, unrestrained. Calligraphy 1000 years ago ... The faint fragrance smells good.
Millennium calligraphy contains the fragrance of words. The seemingly uniform "one" contains profound power. When you see a trend, it takes about 70, more 10 and less 10. After holding it, the strength of a stroke needs to be fleeting. The nib naturally rises and the pen is horizontal after writing. This cross is very important. You can't write it askew. At this time, it is necessary to stop the arm coagulation, that is, the wrist moves slightly, and the wrist moves with the finger and pen, and tilts upward 10. This horizontal stroke is slightly heavier than the previous stroke, so it should be strong and energetic. The strength should be even, and the words should be dignified when breathing naturally and smoothly. Whenever I see a good word, I drink a jar of pure wine. Wow! It smells good! This is the beauty of Chinese characters.
Millennium calligraphy is also the sedimentary rock of culture. Since our ancestors wrote their experiences in nature into the first Chinese character, the picture of civilization in the Han empire has opened a new chapter. Since Li Si unified the improvement of Chinese characters, China's Chinese characters have reached a new level. In the increasingly concise and beautiful calligraphy fonts, I have seen the efforts of countless people in China. After reading Wang Xizhi's Copybook for calligraphy, I can't extricate myself from his strong font. Time flies, and in the Tang Dynasty, I witnessed the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty from Yan Zhenqing's dignified and vigorous fonts. Calligraphy is the precipitation of culture. Every time I think about it, it's like drinking a pot of century-old wine. Wow, it smells good!
I love calligraphy, which is the most fragrant and beautiful taste in my life.
Wow, it smells good. Soon, my mother put down the wooden spoon and turned off the natural gas. Pour the tremella soup in the pot into the bowl, and the delicate porcelain spoon falls into the bottom of the bowl, giving a crisp "dong" sound, beating the heart with the warm sunshine, and the heart is soft and warm.
In the bath in Dongyang, my mother pushed open the glass door with a bowl and went straight to the restaurant. Her eyes caught a glimpse of me standing by. She smiled slightly, like a blank between flowing clouds, and then smiled at me and waved me to taste. I picked up the porcelain spoon and drew a circle gently in the bowl. I saw that the full and round red dates absorbed enough soup, and the apricot-yellow jujube meat was exposed in the gap. Round lotus seeds are like clean pearls, which are soaked in warm yellow soup and have a strange warm luster. The tremella in the bowl is very huge, and it contains lotus seeds and red dates, just like the blooming flowers carved by ice and snow. After ingenious combination, the three seem to be a pleasing static painting, and the curling hot air is embellished with beauty, so the fragrance falters into the bottom of my heart and is warm.
I scooped a spoonful and put it in my mouth. The fragrance and bitterness of lotus seeds combine the sweetness of red dates, just like a toffee with chocolate and milk, which is neither pure sweetness nor unique bitterness, just like the fragrance of maternal love is long. The cooked tremella is crisp and soft, mixed with sweet and greasy soup, and with the warmth of love, it slowly flows into the bottom of my heart, warming my stomach and heart. My mother smiled and said nothing, quietly watching me eat happily, and time solidified because of the warmth of this moment.
Wow, it smells good. I never thought-that little honeysuckle actually exudes such a rich fragrance, and the honeysuckle behind my house finally blooms!
Unfortunately, it just rained yesterday. Stop and go, the gold and silver petals are wet. The rain stopped today, but the wind didn't stop. I walked gently under the flowers, and with the touch of the wind, her graceful figure was exquisite and tall. I walked through the grass and just wanted to reach out and pick one, but I was scratched by thorns wrapped around honeysuckle, so I had to stand in the distance and watch her quietly. Pieces of Ye Er are like a boat, carrying beautiful flowers and rippling bright green ripples; It is also like a green cup filled with white jade liquid.
I remember a few days ago, these white flowers bowed their heads in the scorching sun to escape the heat. After a little light rain yesterday, the flowers were awakened by the sudden coolness. The morning after the rain was quiet, other creatures had not woken up from their dreams, and the sun of the new day had not appeared from the layers of white clouds. She opened the petals one by one, and told the world about her birth in this foggy morning, emitting a burst of fragrance.
I see stamens! I was so happy that she spread out slowly, with a small cluster of stamens sticking out in the middle, just like a group of fairies in yellow dancing. I took a deep breath and blew it away like honeysuckle. She is so elegant, just like a fairy. The wind came again and I took a deep breath. The breeze blew and the fragrance came to the nose. Wow, it smells good. My nose enjoys such good treatment that people will be drunk under the flowers and immersed in the Xianghe River. There is another breeze, and the fragrance seems to be stronger, ah! How cozy it is! This fragrance seems to turn into a trickle, slowly flowing through my heart.
Wow, it smells good!
Wow, it smells good. Grandma likes growing flowers.
At that time, I always liked to run to my grandparents' house. Every time I see grandma there, I am busy watering the flowers or fertilizing. When the flowers bloom, where there are the most orchids, the long and narrow leaves are graceful, and pink smiling faces emerge from time to time. What kind of white and elegant charm has aroused my imagination, and the phoenix-like charm is quite proud.
I think grandma likes not only planting flowers, but also smelling their fragrance.
Unlike grandma, grandpa doesn't like flowers. He wouldn't have spent a penny if grandma hadn't let him take charge. Grandpa often tells me that the flowers are too fragrant and I smell uncomfortable.
Since grandma died, I thought those flowers would die, but I didn't expect to be well raised by grandpa.
Grandpa also began to like growing flowers. Grandpa began to water and fertilize the flowers clumsily like grandma: his hands trembled and he measured them carefully. Although he is a bit clumsy, he is very serious and devoted, as if he is doing the most important thing in life.
Another summer came, and I went to my grandparents' house. Before I entered the door, I smelled a refreshing flower fragrance floating out of the room. After entering the door, I smell the long-lost flowers, as if I were in a paradise, which makes people linger.
Grandpa likes to chat with me, anecdotes about my parents' childhood, stories about my grandmother, and the days when two people fell in love. Gradually, the voice dropped and I couldn't hear it. In the long silence, only flowers are flowing. I understood what he was thinking, but I was silent.
Head down, eyes white, can't see anything. I love it to the extreme, and I can only express it through that potted flower. The fragrance of flowers in the room is grandpa's endless yearning for grandma. I can't forget the fragrance of flowers.
Wow, it smells good. I often think of grandpa's old duck soup when I was a child. A big pot, the lid lifted, unlike Wan Li, the hut is full of rich fragrance. A bite down, tender as silk, and everyone who has eaten it applauds. According to my father, the secret of this soup lies in the word "boil". Cooked for a long time, the taste will come out.
In the second grade, I beat a lot of plums in the community and put them in a big glass jar with white wine and rock sugar in it. Plum, after the baptism of time, keeps ups and downs, and the wine gradually turns yellow and becomes smaller. Finally, all colors and flavors are melted into the wine. The wine is amber and the plums are golden. On holidays, friends get together, and amber lights illuminate the whole house, which looks like Buddha's light at first glance. Take a sip and leave the fragrance in your mouth.
In recent days, I read Mr. Yu's book "There is no limit to passers-by", saying that culture depends on precipitation, and the longer it takes, the thicker it becomes. Time is a discerning person. After the erosion of history, those radical rumors were washed away like pebbles. The real boulder has stood for thousands of years, and it will last forever despite the washing of time.
Isn't that what reading is all about? "There is a golden house in the book, and there is Yan Ruyu in the book". Can something as jade as gold be tasted? When you cook books, only when you cook fragrant calligraphy in your heart can fire be counted, and it is really fragrant when you cook it.
Dealing with people is a heavy word. Heaven rewards diligence, and life is like cooking old duck soup. The longer it is cooked, the more fragrant it will be. Life is also like brewing plum wine. The more you accumulate, the more fragrant you are.
I remember again, the pot of golden soup. Wow, it smells good!
Wow, it smells good. I vaguely remember that this fragrance was bought with my own labor.
Some time ago, my mother bought a bag of strawberry seeds and asked who wanted to grow strawberries. I hurried to get the seeds, first spread a thick layer of soil in the flowerpot, and then dug a small pit to give them a warm and comfortable home. Finally, sprinkle some water under the balcony and wait for them to sprout. In the first few days, I watered them every day, and finally they stuck their heads out of the soil, mixed with the fragrance of the soil. These young leaves are green, small and lovely.
A few days later, the bud seems to have stopped growing. I'm a little disappointed. I don't water it so often. A week later, when I visited them again, these buds seemed to be asleep, with their heads down and bent over, with no spirit at all. I was shocked, imagining that they couldn't even drink water, and I couldn't help feeling sorry for them: "Alas, what's wrong with growing slowly? If you don't water them all the time, won't your previous efforts be in vain? "
So, I started watering every day again. Blink of an eye, another week passed. The young leaves that used to be scattered are now scattered and crowded with countless people. Now, I am more enthusiastic about growing strawberries. In this way, watering and loosening the soil, day after day careful care, and finally one day, among the green branches and leaves, a green strawberry. I leaned down and smelled it. Wow! A faint fragrance, with a faint sweetness, came to the nose. I was ecstatic: "This half-month effort has not been in vain, and finally there is a little return."
Two weeks later, under my careful care, the strawberry grew bigger and bigger, and the original turquoise color gradually faded, showing pink and then deep red. A breeze is blowing, wow! A sweet smell passed from the inside out, stronger than the fragrance of osmanthus and better than the fragrance of roses.
I was intoxicated. This rich strawberry fragrance is the testimony of my hard work for more than a month, and it is also the best praise for my perseverance. I can't help closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. Wow, it smells good!
Wow, it smells good. In the alley I walk through every night, there are many beautiful things I left behind. All these pictures surround me. When I was a child, that little cotton-padded jacket was my pride, just like my mother gave me a hug. I still remember that sweet smile. A small cotton-padded jacket brought me into my memory.
Baba's food smells delicious.
After a day's study and life, I'm a little tired. Drag the slow pace, accompanied by a heavy bag, walking on the way home. Pushing open the door, I can smell the familiar smell. Yes, Dad has cooked! I just don't know why my father came back so early. I'll ask. Dad said: it's not that you are too tired to study, besides, your mouth is greedy!
A trace of warmth lingers in my heart.
Mom's nagging smells good.
Daughter, recite the fourth grade. Although history is not easy to learn, it cannot fall behind. Four products, that is, the things behind. Liberal arts, you still need to understand the back! And that science, I want to do more problems and listen carefully in class. I said impatiently, my mother, can't you let me have a good breakfast? After dinner, get dressed and go to school. Listen carefully in class. Be serious! Mom's words floated from the kitchen. Mom, I know. Is this about menopause? Ha ha ha, I ran out with a smile.
Although sometimes my mother's nagging is really annoying, my heart is warm.
Grandma's cotton-padded jacket smells good.
I had a whim to tidy up the house at the weekend and came across an album. When I opened it, I found all the photos of my childhood, and some of them were actually wearing cotton-padded jackets! I asked my mother, and she said: That cotton-padded jacket was made by your grandmother stitch by stitch!
Although it's a bit out of date to look at these photos now, every stitch is grandma's love for me!
Living in a happy home, you can always feel the fragrance of love. I love my family, I love the fragrance brewed by my family with love!
Wow, it smells good. 450 words 10 There is a golden room in the book, and the book has its own Yan Ruyu. Open a brand-new book, and the ink smells good. Wow, it smells good!
I like reading since I was a child, and I like reading all kinds of books, classics, fables and common sense, which can be described as "mastering everything". For this reason, my classmates gave me an interesting name "Little Bookworm", but I like it very much.
I like to sit at my desk and open the window on a sunny afternoon. The sun filled my room and shone obliquely on me. My favorite book is on the desk. There is a cup of hot coffee on the desk. Take a sip of sweet coffee and taste a classic. What a pleasant afternoon! The rich aroma of coffee blends with the faint ink on the page! Smell it again carefully. Wow, it smells good!
I remember when I was a child, I overheard someone say which book was good, which book was worth reading and which book won what prize. I can't wait for my parents to help me buy that book, for fear that others will buy it all if I go late. At first, I was glad that I liked reading, but I quickly agreed to my request and helped me buy that book. But then my parents thought I bought books too often and gradually stopped buying books for me. Helpless, I can only carry out a "slimming plan" on the money I bought snacks and use the money I saved to buy books. Come to the bookstore, choose a book you like, hold it in your arms, take a deep breath, wow, it smells good!
On the weekend of leisure, I made an appointment with several friends who also love books. Each of them took their favorite books and went to the green space in the suburbs for a picnic by bike. Breathing fresh air, smelling the fragrance of wild flowers and weeds, sitting on the soft grass, opening books, talking with friends about the feelings after reading and sharing the happiness of reading. The air is mixed with the fragrance of ink and soil, which is refreshing. Wow, it smells good!
Reading a good book is like making a good friend, and opening a book is like walking into the palace of culture. Books are my spiritual food, and I savor the essence of books. Wow, it smells good!
Wow, it smells good. 450 words 1 1 Mom and Dad always give us meticulous care and often give us unexpected surprises. They gave everything they had to bring us up.
On a cloudless afternoon in Wan Li, I went to play badminton. After the training, I was sweating and weak. At sunset, the sky was dyed bright red by the brilliant red sun. I dragged my tired body on the road and it was evening when I got home. At this time, I am hungry, and my mind is full of delicious food. When I reached the door, I pushed it open. Wow, it smells good! I close my eyes and float to the fragrance. When I opened my eyes, I found a good dish on the table. At this time, my mother came over and gave me a warm hug, and she was very concerned about my situation today. I told her that I didn't play well today, and then I bowed my head in despair. I thought she would talk to me in a reproachful tone, but I heard her kindly say, "Nothing, make persistent efforts next time, you are already tired." I was immediately warmed by this sweet talk and thought, "Wow, it smells good! This is the fragrance of maternal love. " We immediately sat around the table. I wolfed down the delicious food my mother prepared for me. I looked up and found that my mother did not eat, but looked at me with a smile.
Wow, it smells good! This is the great maternal love, the mother's love feast, which contains deep love and makes me realize my mother's hard work and hard-won achievements. In the near future, I will definitely offer my love to her.
Wow, 12, a 450-word composition, walking into nature, sunshine, dirt and wild flowers can be seen everywhere ... walking into nature, followed by fatigue, homework and troubles ... walking into nature, I suddenly found that besides boring study, playing mobile phones day and night, I can still be so comfortable.
Go into nature, "find a cool place and read a book leisurely, and you will find that life will not be boring and you will not be bothered by homework." Sitting under a big tree, listening to the beautiful songs of birds, watching what you like, and a little wind blowing gently through your hair, you will be surprised. It turns out that the taste of earth is so sweet! Sit on the grass blanket and roll a few times, and you will smell the fragrance of grass. I can smell your blood if I'm not careful! Walking to the river, the water is "crystal clear, with fine stones in the middle, looking straight at it." When you go to the Yellow River, you will find your damn curiosity and guide you to approach. The water in this half river sand is shocking, which can't help but remind people that "if an arrow rushes, if a fierce wave surges".
Find a flat road, look at the wild flowers and lush plants on the roadside, and move forward. Wow! It smells good! At this time, I will bring a skateboard. It is better to exercise outside than to be bored at home. I'm not angry even if I fall down unfortunately. I'm just afraid of jumping and letting nature take its course.
Find a quiet place, take out the book you want to recite, concentrate, concentrate, and quickly enrich your brain. I'm not afraid of jokes from passers-by, but I'm afraid it will be too soon, and I'll return home with a full load before I finish enjoying it. After a mental exercise, you will feel extremely proud. With beautiful scenery, it will be sweet to cry again and the wind will be sweet. Wow! It smells good!
On the hard road, you shouldn't say give up. There are beautiful scenery and smells. What can't be done? When you succeed, everything will get better, and you will not only be accompanied by "Wow! It smells good! " There is also the comfort that "the spring breeze is proud of horseshoe disease, and Chang' an flowers will see you one day".
Wow, it smells good. There are many things in life. There are many flowers in the park.
On a free afternoon, the air was filled with refreshing fragrance. I walked on the road and passed a bookstore. I looked at the shop: there were many bookshelves and books, and there were two tables beside them. I couldn't help walking into the bookstore and sitting at a table.
At this time, the owner of the bookstore made me a cup of tea. Tea is very hot, steaming and fragrant. I think it's like the fragrance of many flowers, which together form a natural fragrance, like a book. The fragrance of tea and good books are really perfect. I thought the same thing.
I looked carefully from the side of the bookshelf. Such a beautiful bibliography is a carefully organized category. At first glance, they are striking and clear. I think the bookstore owner is very concerned about these books. I picked up a book and opened it. It is very old, but it is very nutritious.
I took a sip of tea, and the tea was so fragrant that I couldn't help but "wow". The bookstore owner heard my exclamation, came over, bent down and asked me, "What's the matter with you?"
I replied, "This tea is really delicious."
"I think the smell of this tea is the smell of books. The book is so beautiful that people feel as if they are immersed in heaven, so the fragrance of tea is particularly attractive! " He said.
"I will definitely come often in the future." I feel the same way about what he said.
This cup of tea makes people immersed in heaven, and heaven is such a wonderful place.
Tea smells good, wow, it smells good!
Wow, it smells good. In life, there are many scents, charming flowers, delicious rice and labor. In life, smells are everywhere. Today, I share with you the most beautiful fragrance in my life.
One night, I walked leisurely on the road, enjoying the night view of Shenzhen. Suddenly, there was a fragrance, and I was just looking for it carefully. Suddenly, there was a stronger fragrance, and I smelled it carefully. Suddenly, I saw a strange flower in front of me. It's small, round and pink. This is really a strange flower! I can't help admiring. "Little brother, do you like this flower, too?" A deep voice sounded. When I turned around, a magnificent man appeared in front of me.
He has broad shoulders, a shovel and a bucket in his hand, and some fertilizer in his pocket. Suddenly, another fragrance came, and the flowers seemed to bloom a little. I asked the uncle, and he said, "I planted this flower in January. I come to fertilize it every month. It's been half a year now, how fast! " I turned my head again, and the flowers gave off another fragrance. When I look at it again, it looks like a touching little fairy. In this night, it is graceful and particularly touching. It's getting late, and when I was about to leave, the flower gave off a fragrance again, as if to keep me.
I can't help but think of Mr. Lao She's words: "Without labor, you can't even keep a flower." Isn't this a fact? " I happened to find this little flower tonight. It not only has an unforgettable intoxicating fragrance, but also has the fragrance of the hard work of flower farmers.
Wow, it smells good. 450 words 15 I went for a walk in the field and read about picking chrysanthemums under the hedge. I came across a chrysanthemum.
In a flower cluster, there are peony, rose and other flowers, and a chrysanthemum at the foot is very inconspicuous.
The leaves are in his lower body. Small leaves are serrated and lovely in shape. Go up, there are petals. Pale yellow petals are layered and evenly distributed, surrounded by stamens. Stamens are low, and occasionally one or two naughty petals are higher than others. The sudden appearance is very pleasing. I reached out to touch its petals, and it just shook. It feels soft and soft, like a ball of wool. I couldn't help sticking out my nose and smelling it. Wow, it smells good.
After a while, a butterfly flew in and landed on the nearby rose, and several bees and butterflies came, all flying by the chrysanthemum. At this time, I began to look at other flowers. Most of them are red and pink, competing here. By contrast, chrysanthemums are dwarfed, but I still like chrysanthemums best.
Chrysanthemums always bloom after the flowers die. Even if they grow up among flowers, they never compete with each other, but retire and compete with the world, just like Tao Yuanming.
Although chrysanthemums bloom in the cold autumn, they do not succumb to the bleak autumn wind. It grows far away from flowers. Although the color is dim and the figure is short, it exudes a unique and elegant fragrance. Others say that you escape from the world passively and blindly, but I think you are narcissistic and unwilling to walk with the world. You stand upright in the wind, and the wind bends your waist, but it won't make you fall; Rain can break your petals, but it won't destroy your body, let alone your soul.
Chrysanthemum, dried, can make tea and have a sip of tea. Taste and aroma can diminish inflammation, reduce fire and cultivate temperament. The fragrance of chrysanthemum flowers has been in my heart for a long time.
I'm leaving, smelling of chrysanthemums.