"Go and beat two eggs, Youyou." "ok!" I readily agreed, and then ran into the kitchen. "Bang, bang," I knocked the egg twice at the edge of the bowl and broke it hard. Bang! Yellow egg yolk and white egg white slide into the bowl. "Dangdang Dangdang" I picked up chopsticks and began to stir the egg mixture. "Dadada" and "Dadada", my mother picked vegetables really neatly and quickly picked leeks. Mother turned on the tap, and the tap sang a cheerful song. Mother filled the sink with water and gave the leek a good bath. Then, put it on the chopping block, "da da da" began to cut, three times five divided by two, and the leek was instantly "chopped".
Mom turned around and turned on the gas stove with a bang. Put a pan on it, pour some oil in it, and when the oil temperature rises, pour the eggs in. The falling egg bubbled and soon turned into an omelet. Mother cut the egg roll into small pieces with a shovel, kept stirring and put it on the plate. Then, mother put some oil in it, and when the pot is hot, she pours the chopped leeks into the pot. "Burst, burst, burst" This time, it made a louder sound. I was shocked, and then I looked at my mother, but I was not in a hurry to fry leeks. Oil is like a passionate elf, dancing happily with shallots. Huh? I found that the once energetic leek has now become "depressed". Mother lost no time in putting a little seasoning into the pot, and then poured in the freshly fried eggs. After several times of frying, she began to load plates. Then continue to cook other dishes. As my mother's little assistant, I am also constantly busy, only to hear the sound of "wheezing", "reset bang" and "ping pong bang" coming from my ear from time to time.
Soon, four dishes and one soup were finished at my mother's hands. Looking at the tempting food on the table, I can't help drooling. "Have a meal!" A symphony of pots and pans ended in my urgent cry.
2. Symphony of Pot and Pot Symphony of Pot and Pot On Sunday morning, when I was still sleeping, the sound of "tinkling" came from the kitchen.
I got out of bed and ran to the kitchen. It turned out that my grandmother was cooking! I thought it was the pianist playing! At this time, there was "drums" in the living room, and I wondered again: Who was "drumming"? At first glance, it turned out that grandpa was knocking on the bowl with chopsticks! At this time, mom and dad also got up to join in the fun. Our whole family is immersed in this cheerful atmosphere. Grandpa is responsible for "playing drums" and grandma is responsible for "playing the piano". My mother and I are going to sing, so my father is going to dance.
Watching dad dance, our whole family burst into laughter. Dad's * * * twisted like a clown, so cute.
We spent a pleasant morning laughing. Mom and dad are not at home at noon today, so we have to cook by ourselves again.
I opened the refrigerator, took out the iron lunch box and went to the kitchen. Walking, my foot suddenly twisted and the lunch box fell to the ground with a bang. Hey, Xin Hao's lunch box didn't fall and open, otherwise I would have no food.
I had to pick up my lunch box and walk to the kitchen. I suddenly found a bowl of vegetables in the iron basin. Great! I am really hungry. I picked up the bowl of vegetables and put it in the rice cooker. "Bang, bang" and "Ding Ding", alas! These two pairs of annoying chopsticks, one naughty jumped from the iron basin to the ground, and the other annoying knocked on the bowl and even dropped the iron basin. What a double kill! I immediately picked up chopsticks and thumped. This surprised me. I'm not dropping anything again, am I? A closer look revealed that it was the sound of the iron lunch box in my hand hitting the floor! Hey, it's okay.
Finally, I poured the rice into the rice cooker. I was about to put the rice in, when the lid of the cooker stood up with a bang and fell down again. Finally, put all the vegetables and rice in. Great, wait a minute ... The food is finally ready.
I jumped on the rice cooker like a hungry wolf and couldn't wait to open the lid with my hands. The hot air suddenly flew like a white butterfly. "Bang" and "Oh, it burned me to death."
Finally, I armed myself and put on two gloves on my right hand. I was ecstatic when the food was brought to the table.
Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock. Hey! This meal is simply a symphony of pots and pans! I find it difficult to cook in symphony! At noon, my mother went into the kitchen as usual and went to cook happily.
I saw my mother turn on the tap first, and the water sang a cheerful song. Chinese cabbage took a shower in the shower room and was invited to the execution ground-chopping board by her mother, and was chopped into pieces.
In the sound of mother's "dadada" chopping vegetables, Chinese cabbage painfully "scraped" the light green juice. Mom turned to turn on the range hood and gas stove, and the gas stove suddenly became "angry". "Didi Didi, bang!" Then, the gas stove became "angry".
But mother was not afraid of it getting angry, so she quickly put the pot on Mr. Fire's head. Then, mother poured salad oil into the pot, and the oil danced "waltz" happily in the pot.
At the same time, my mother asked Chinese cabbage to steam a sauna in the pot. Chinese cabbage is lying comfortably in the pot, accompanied by soup, and my mother still stirs it from time to time. Finally, my mother pounced on the bed (bowl) with steamed Chinese cabbage.
"Have a meal! Dinner! " With the mother crying, a symphony of pots and pans ended perfectly. There are many cookers and tableware in my family, such as rice cookers, induction cookers, microwave ovens, iron pots, pressure cookers, chopsticks, spoons, bowls, plates and forks ... My family also has a set of particularly beautiful dishes, which my mother spent more than 400 yuan on, and she was reluctant to take them out before the Chinese New Year holiday.
Before dinner, my mother went into the kitchen as soon as she got off work and began to play the symphony of pots and pans. Only heard a "wow", mother poured the rice into the basin, only heard the sound of "rustling" and "rushing" My mother put the washed rice into the rice cooker, added some water, clicked, and pressed the button of the rice cooker.
"Wow" mother began to wash vegetables, followed by the sound of "Dangdang" cutting vegetables, crisp, lively and rhythmic. Bang, the pumping unit gave out a bang, and my mother was ready to start cooking.
When the oil was hot, my mother put the green pepper in the pot and only heard the sound of "scratching", like setting off firecrackers. Then, my mother put the vegetables in the pot and fried them. At the same time, the rice cooker is also singing happily, and the bubbles in the pot are "gurgling". This is the most splendid time of the Kitchen Symphony, and it is also the busiest time for my mother.
With a "jingle" and "squeak" sound, mother cooked. "Have a meal!" The lively pots and pans concert ended in my mother's crying. At this moment, I feel particularly warm at home.
When I came home from school today, my father had already bought food. I opened the basket and saw, wow, what a sumptuous meal! There are pork, potatoes, beans and green onions ... I smiled and thought, there is something delicious today.
After a while, dad started cooking. He picked up an apron, shook it, tied it around his waist, unscrewed the tap conveniently and saw a water pipe rush out.
Dad picked up the pork, found a pair of tweezers, pulled out the hair on it and washed it under the tap; He picked up the plane and peeled the potatoes ... in a short time, he washed all the dishes quickly. Now it's time to cut vegetables. Dad skillfully grabbed a kitchen knife and cut it down. Suddenly, strips of shredded pork and potatoes appeared under his hand like magic.
After cutting the vegetables, dad began to cook formally. He turned on the gas stove with a bang, and the blue flame jumped out at once.
Dad put the pot on the shelf and poured a little oil. Suddenly, the pot crackled. After a while, the oil was silent and the smoke rose.
Dad picked up the dish and quickly poured it into the pot, only to hear a "sting". Dad quickly picked up the spatula.
One day, the host family went to rest after dinner, and the utensils in the kitchen argued.
Chopsticks said, "What's so great about you? I am more important than you. I can't eat food or vegetables without me. " The kitchen knife said, "I can cut the food smaller, otherwise it is too big for people to eat."
The chopping block said, "You cut the table without me." The pot said, "I can't cook without me."
The spatula said, "Without me, the food would be fried." They are scrambling to talk.
The next day, I cut vegetables and everything, and the chopping block ran away, across the board. When cooking, the stove lit and the pot ran away.
A bowl of rice is filled, but chopsticks are not in the bowl. It was such a mess that the host had to go out for dinner.
Finally, they found that no one can live without anyone. On the third day, they cooperated well and played a symphony of pots and pans.
4. How to write the composition "Listen to the Pot" Everyone in my family can play the Pot Symphony. do you want to hear it ? Keep watching if you want to!
Mother of symphony
On the weekend night, my mother said, "I'm going to take out my killer weapon tonight and make chicken wings for you!" " ""yes! "My sister and I raised our hands in agreement. Mom will start playing the symphony soon, if you see her speed! I believe I will earn more money than a watermelon. When Mom plays music, the whole kitchen will smell of chicken wings, which will make your mouth water. Mom finally finished playing this song. I immediately picked up the chopsticks, picked up the chicken wings and ate them. My sister shouted, "Don't eat it all! Save some for me! " Before her voice fell, my sister picked up chopsticks and took part in the "battle". Soon, happy laughter came from the kitchen.
Father of symphony
Dad's music is not bad, but he always treats salt as sugar and vinegar as soy sauce. Alas! Take the following example: My mother was not at home at noon that day. "I am dizzy! Alas! I broke the money, and my sister also picked up chopsticks to participate in the "battle"? " I ate my sister's food and didn't want to learn to cook: at noon that day! I asked KFC to send it? Sister, when I think about this problem. In the evening, I just had a bite of fried eggs? When does our eldest miss cook? Mom said, "I want to show my killer at dinner today!" Because I am too lazy, my mother is not at home and wants to take you out to eat. Everyone in my family will play a symphony of pots and pans: "What do you want to eat? You asked me why I didn't play. If you see her speed! Haha! " "Yes. When mom plays music! " After saying his word, the whole kitchen smelled of chicken wings. Mom finally finished playing the song! "I said, hey, ask what we had for lunch:" Why is this egg sweet? I tell you, I immediately picked up chopsticks and picked up chicken wings to make your mouth water for more than three thousands of feet? " Dad suddenly realized? ""I use my sister's private money to buy food. Mom and dad are not at home. My sister paid for it and used vinegar as soy sauce. "
My symphony of pots and pans is finished. "This is my father's tone, and soon:" Why is this rape so sour? Soon! "My sister and I raised our hands and agreed. My sister roared, "Don't eat it all, he always eats salt as sugar. Unexpectedly, for your sincerity, lazy king! I believe I will earn more money than a watermelon. Dad asked in mock surprise, if you want to listen to my symphony, wait for another time. Happy laughter came from the kitchen.
Father of symphony
Dad's music is not bad. Alas.
Sisters of the symphony
A few days ago: "I won't make any more mistakes, will I?" Ahem! Take the following as an example. When did my sister become so rich that she could only let her father be a "home-cooked dish"? KFC called my house. Mom will start playing the symphony at once? "Then my sister cried, and she ate with me? What! Save some for me, so? Just say, what about this? Mom and dad came back and said, "no, do you want to hear it?" "I was nicknamed by my mother, and my sister told me that I stuttered? If you want to watch, keep watching. You cried. Which song do you think is better? Really, I didn't tell anyone easily!
Mother of symphony
On the weekend night, I will cook chicken wings for you.
5. How to write the composition "Listen to the Pot" Everyone in my family can play the Pot Symphony. do you want to hear it ? Keep watching if you want to!
Mother of symphony
On the weekend night, my mother said, "I'm going to take out my killer weapon tonight and make chicken wings for you!" " ""yes! "My sister and I raised our hands in agreement. Mom will start playing the symphony soon, if you see her speed! I believe I will earn more money than a watermelon. When Mom plays music, the whole kitchen will smell of chicken wings, which will make your mouth water. Mom finally finished playing this song. I immediately picked up the chopsticks, picked up the chicken wings and ate them. My sister shouted, "Don't eat it all! Save some for me! " Before her voice fell, my sister picked up chopsticks and took part in the "battle". Soon, happy laughter came from the kitchen.
Father of symphony
Dad's music is not bad, but he always treats salt as sugar and vinegar as soy sauce. Alas! Take the following example: At noon that day, my mother was not at home, so I had to let my father be a "home cooking". Unexpectedly, I just took a bite of fried eggs and cried: "Why is this egg so sweet?" Then my sister cried, "Why is this rape so sour?" Dad suddenly realized, "I won't make any more mistakes!" " Alas! I have to take you out to eat again. "This is my father's music, alas.
Sisters of the symphony
When my parents were not at home the other day, my sister said to me, "What do you want to eat? Just say it! I asked KFC to send it! " God, when did my sister become so rich? I was thinking about this problem when my sister called, and soon KFC arrived at my home. My sister paid for it, and she ate with me. In the evening, mom and dad came back and asked us what we had for lunch. "I ate my sister's meal!" I said. Dad pretended to be surprised and asked, "Really? When will our eldest miss cook? " "It's with kiddo's private money to buy food! Really. "
My symphony of pots and pans is finished. Which do you think is better? What, you ask me why I don't play? Ahem, how about this? I didn't tell anyone easily. I tell you because you are sincere. I was dubbed the lazy king by my mother! Because I'm too lazy to learn to cook, so if you want to listen to my symphony, wait for another time! Ha ha!
6. Symphony of Pot and Pot Who wrote the Symphony of Pot and Pot (1983)? List of production team members.
Teng Wenji. director
Teng Wenji. playwright
Jiang Zilong. original work
Zhao haifu take a photograph
Zhang Zien. Art design
Li Yaodong. write music
The party raises pearls. Recording Engineer (Radio)
Chen Dali. . edit
Lu chengshun. . Lighting (lighting)
Zhang Tao. . edit
Jenny Tseng. Production designer.
Wengming road deputy director
Anchor Nie Tie. Zi photography
Sun Wei. Make up/make up/make up/make up/make up/configure/make up/make up (a bed)
Maliping Clothing guidance
Yao Qihe. props
Wei jiandong. props
Huang Yunfu set up a scene.
Yang dubbing
Liu Tang production director
Shaanxi orchestra. accompany
Qiu mingde. order
7. Please write a composition with the theme of "home", with self-defined content, unlimited genre, self-made topic and family symphony.
I have a happy family of three, where different symphonies of pots and pans are staged every day.
My father is a very serious man. Although he plays jokes on me occasionally, I dare not say anything as long as he keeps a straight face. That's why I accidentally touched my face last week.
"Stop playing, it's time to do your homework." "Oh, I see." Mom's voice is like a repeater. At least five times since dinner. It's really annoying Holding a bottle of yogurt, I slowly walked into the bedroom and sat at the table for a long time before I started doing my homework.
"Mom, come here." As soon as the voice fell, my mother appeared in front of me like a gust of wind. "How to do this problem?" My mother leaned over to read the questions carefully, and I drank yogurt leisurely. My mother couldn't help flying into a rage when she saw me like this. "You put it down and stop drinking!"
Not convinced, I retorted loudly: "I am fine, why can't I drink milk!" " "
"Can't you think about it yourself!"
"I won't!"
My mother and I are quarrelling more and more fiercely. When my father heard the sound, he quickly stepped forward and grabbed the yogurt in my hand. With a bang, yogurt was thrown far away. Seeing this, I was shocked and burst into tears.
"What's the matter? Why are you crying? Do you feel wronged? Look at your attitude towards your mother just now. How can you talk to your elders like this! " Dad's voice is not loud, but he is firm and has an irresistible force.
Think about it, too. The exam is coming soon, and my parents will be patient with me, which makes me more ignorant and arrogant. Looking up, I sincerely said, "I'm sorry, mom and dad, I was wrong!" " "
Seeing that I was wrong, my father's frowning brows slowly stretched, but he turned away with a serious face. Dad, it is you who guide your daughter not to lose her way on the road of growth. Thank you, Dad!
At home on weekends, when I finished my homework and came out to rest, I picked up the cucumber on the table and solemnly said to my mother, "I'm going to have a concert, so you can be an audience for me!" " "My mother smiled helplessly and nodded as a promise, so I cleared my throat and sang selflessly. At the end of the song, I saw my mother sitting on the sofa, laughing, and tears almost came out. "What's the matter, I can't sing well? ""good, great! " After that, my mother clapped her hands exaggeratedly and said appreciatively, "Give me your autograph!" " "Speaking of which, I couldn't help laughing with my mother. Thanks to my mother, when I am tired of studying, she always makes me laugh.
How's it going? Is my symphony wonderful?
8. Write a composition with onomatopoeia. Hard-working dad got into the kitchen, put on an apron and sleeves and started cooking dinner. A symphony of pots and pans will be played. Only heard a loud "gung-da", my father turned on the switch of the liquefied gas stove. The gas in the cylinder is full, the fire is very big, and the flame goes straight into the sky. Very noisy. Then, dad skillfully put the wok on it and poured oil on it. After a while, there was a "scratching" sound in my ear. When the oil temperature rises, the water runs away and there is no sound in the pot. I saw my father pick up a big carp prepared in advance and put it in the oil pan. "Burst" two, smoke in the oil pan. When the fish is fried to yellow on both sides, Dad pours in seasonings such as yellow wine and soy sauce, and then covers the pot. Five minutes later, a pot of braised fish came out. Dad "Bangbang" took out a porcelain basin from the cupboard, which contained freshly fried big braised carp.
Dad has cooked braised carp, and then he will fry Chinese cabbage. Dad took the cabbage out of the refrigerator first, then turned on the tap. The tap sang a song and took a bath for the cabbage. Dad put the cabbage in the pot. Stir-fry with a shovel, and the shovel greeted the bottom of the pot with a bang. "Tick-tock" for a minute, after my father put away the seasoning, he took out a porcelain basin from the cupboard, which contained freshly fried Chinese cabbage.
Accompanied by a burst of "Ding Rinrin, Ding Rinrin" music, a table of small dishes appeared in front of me like magic. There are garlic sausage, steamed pork, chicken legs, beef fried carrots and a pot of pork ribs and radish soup. Looking at the delicious dishes and smelling the attractive fragrance, my saliva flowed out, and I couldn't wait to eat all these delicious dishes at once.
9. Love Symphony 800 Life is a song, a love symphony full of warmth and sweetness.
"Husband, pass me the scissors." Mom called dad again. I took a casual look at Wang's side, only to see my father quickly pick up the scissors, turn the sharp end to himself, and pass one end of his hand to his mother. I was secretly surprised. Is it necessary to be so careful? I haven't recovered yet, only to hear my father exclaim. It turned out that my mother didn't look up with scissors and accidentally hurt my father's hand. The blood had already flowed out, and my mother suddenly stood up to help my father deal with the wound. I finally understood why my father turned to me, and my heart was full of joy and emotion. He knows that cutting-edge is dangerous, but he is facing himself. This casual action is his love for his mother! I confess in the play, why didn't I notice that the sharp end would hurt people when I handed scissors to others?
While experiencing dad's love for mom, I also found the baby's love for mom.
Looking at the heavy rain outside the window and thinking about my mother on the way home, I can't stop worrying about his safety. "Click", I quickly turned and ran to the door. I was embarrassed to see my mother soaked to the skin. I quickly picked up the towel I had been waiting for and wiped my mother's hair. I felt something was wrong, so I looked around: where is the baby? Just thinking, the baby was walking with a steaming cup of tea in his hand and said, "Mom, drink it quickly, it will be warmer, so that you won't catch a cold." The tender voice is full of care. Mother took the tea carefully, and her face was filled with happiness that could not be concealed.
The baby's "love" for me is different from her love for my mother. Her love for me is special.
We seemed to be enemies in our last life, and we quarreled from last life to this life. "Little fellow, go and get me a glass of water." I used to say. "No, you don't have hands and feet. Go by yourself. " She turned me down lazily. So, the matter of pouring water involved something else, and the two of us quarreled as a bee. After that, each head leans to one side and no one talks to anyone. I went back to my room angrily and began to do my homework. I vented my anger on the school. It said, "Little guy" gently opened the door and put his head in: "Sister, I was wrong." I was amused by this lovely little gesture. He pretended to be serious and said, "You know what? Just pour a glass of milk." "yes! Yes. " Say that finish and close the door. I looked at the door that she gently closed and began to stay. I think our feelings are getting stronger and stronger.
This is my family's love symphony, full of deep love, which makes me deeply immersed in it.
10. Write a 600-word composition on the topic of bitterness and happiness, and define the taste of life-symphony of pots and pans.
The colors of life-red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. Then the taste of life is naturally a bittersweet bottle.
If you don't believe me, then experience it! I feel sour. I'm sorry about my Chinese and boring math. I'm sure to fail this exam. When the results were announced, the teacher's laughter was sour, our noses were sour, the teacher's words were sour, and our eyes were sour, as if everyone was chewing a green olive in his mouth.
"What's the use of crying? I do not believe in tears. " The monitor said to the students.
"Yes, dry your tears, find yourself and move forward bravely. What is a failure! " Perhaps it is this green olive that will make us unforgettable in the future! Sweet enjoyment "Wow ..." Applause sounded in my ears and my heart was full of joy. My efforts for more than a year were not in vain, and my calligraphy finally won the prize. Listening to the congratulations of my classmates, I felt a sweet feeling in my heart.
On the way home from school, how crisp the birds sing, how gorgeous the flowers bloom and how happy the river is. They are also sharing this sweetness with me. I will speed up my steps and bring this sweetness to my parents. Bitterness, sweetness and bitterness are more.
Learning life is a bitter feeling. No, the math teacher just finished copying two blackboard assignments, and the Chinese teacher brought another paper. The teacher said, "Digest well."
It's really "homework rustling endlessly, papers rolling in." Few students don't stick out their tongues and don't beat around the bush. It's bitter! Spicy experience "Wow, you did well in the exam!" There is a hint of acrimony in the students' words.
I bowed my head and said nothing, looking at the bright red score on the test paper, wondering whether I was happy or sad. The teacher is still praising me for doing well in the exam.
"Hum!" Some students curled their lips and narrowed their eyes, and some students looked at me doubtfully ... I buried my head lower and didn't want to see my classmates' spicy eyes. But my face is surprisingly hot, like Chili sauce.
What should I do? I finally got up the courage, grabbed the paper with a disgraceful score and walked to the teacher. Spicy taste, I don't want to experience it again.
Life is a cup of tea, you must savor it. Sweet and sour, red, yellow, blue and green, weaving life into a sweet song and a colorful painting.
Let's experience it, and you will find it colorful. O(∩_∩)O, I hope it will help you and I hope it will be adopted.