The taste is sour orange juice, sweet milk tea, strong and bitter coffee, or refreshing mint? No, taste is a window in everyone's heart, a thing around everyone, and a touch that everyone gives you. There is a flavor that appears frequently in the world but is not noticed by others. It overshadows all other flavors in life, and that is the flavor of falling in love with love.

The love parents have for their children is like coffee and milk tea, with a pleasant sweetness behind the strong bitterness.

When you were a child, you would act coquettishly in your parents’ arms, asking for toys and clothes, and your parents would respond with squinted eyes and kiss your forehead. Did you know that behind your play is your parents' knowing smile, which is a sweet taste. When you enter school, you always complain about the busy schedule and the nagging of your parents, but your parents always take the trouble to tell you every simple and difficult question. You know the texts of the same grade by heart. Finished reference books, done that never-finished simulation paper, have you ever seen that behind your complaints are the tears of distress from your parents, it is a bitter taste.

When you are in your prime, you always do what you think is right according to your temper, and do not adopt the opinions given by your parents. You often say: You don’t need to worry about my affairs. Then walk away coolly. Did you know that behind you turning around and leaving is the helpless sadness of your parents, which is a bitter taste.

As a person with outstanding achievements, you have forgotten the sweetness of your childhood, the bitterness of entering school, and the bitterness of the flowering season, but you will understand the tears your parents shed behind your back, and you will feel the bitterness behind your parents' back. It's sweet, and that taste is like falling in love with love.

This taste is not felt all at once, it must be experienced slowly; this taste is not monotonous and boring, it is rich and colorful; this taste is not ordinary, it is It is noble; this taste is not instantaneous, it is eternal. Its greatest feature is the aftertaste, which will accompany you throughout your life and give you endless strength.

Remember, that is the taste of falling in love!

--A 600-word essay about what I tasted, 450 words

I tasted happiness. Every time I see the neighbor’s girl riding a bicycle to school, I feel very happy. Envy, I really want to learn to ride a bicycle and experience the joy of riding a bicycle.

One day during the summer vacation, my mother bought me a new bicycle and came back and said to me: "I want to teach you how to ride a bicycle.

I was so happy when I heard this. Thinking: Great, I can finally learn to ride a bike.

The next morning, my mother and I couldn’t wait to go to the park and learn to ride a bicycle.

I easily got on the bicycle. At first, my mother pushed me in front, and I didn’t feel unsteady at all. I sat very comfortably.

So, I thought: Learning to ride a bicycle is so easy! My mother said to me: "Son, you have to learn by yourself. You can't learn if your mother is holding you like this."

After my mother said that, she loosened her grip, causing me to fall. *** Facing the sky, I yelled: "Ah! It hurts me so much.

" My mother immediately helped me up and told me to calm down and sit still.

I held the bike with both hands, carefully got on the bike, and learned it again.

I pedaled the bike and rode slowly, my feet kept moving back and forth in circles. Seeing that my mother was about to let go, I was a little scared. I closed my eyes and panicked. Steady, ah, I fell off the car again.

My mother said to me sincerely: "Child, don't be afraid, be brave, it doesn't matter, we learn slowly, as long as we persist, we will definitely learn.

" I wiped away my tears. , reluctantly said: "Mom, my *** hurt.

" But my mother encouraged me and said: "You have to be focused on your goals and persevere in your work.

"In this way, I kept learning, and I was bruised and bruised, but I still insisted on not giving up. In this way, I finally learned to ride a bicycle, and I was very happy.

Although I fell very painfully, I felt the joy of success and felt very happy. I also understood that I must persevere in order to succeed.

A 450-word essay on the taste of love

A fragrant cake is not as good as a meal from my mother; a sweet candy is not as good as a glass of boiled water from my mother; a spacious and luxurious house is not as good as A country house with the flavor of my mother.

Ah, the smell of mother is so warm and dependable.

When I come home at the weekend, I am greeted by a clean and ordinary home with a clean smell.

But it is so clean and fragrant. This is the smell that can only be found in a place with a mother.

Following a stronger and more fragrant smell, I came to the kitchen.

The smell is not just the aroma of vegetables and oil.

How can the simple and ordinary vegetable fragrance create that unique fragrance? Mother stirs her love, care and confidence along with the dishes. When they are soaked and flavored, she will bring them to the table and share them with you.

When you taste and enjoy it carefully, you will find that there is a unique fragrance hidden behind the meal, the fragrance of mother! Even though he is already an older child, he still can't help but want to sleep with his mother. It is because he misses the unique smell of his mother. He always feels that it is the best smell in the world. He can never get enough of it and always feels like The butterfly rested on the flower and leaned against her mother. She said nothing and looked at her mother quietly and was content.

Once, I was sitting with my mother in the small vegetable garden at home, enjoying the sunshine.

Mother looked at the spring scenery in the garden: vegetables picking out new leaves, strawberries spreading their buds, white skirts on the apricot trees, and yellow shirts welcoming the spring.

Mom smiled: "It smells so beautiful!" I said: "But it can never be compared to the smell of you.

That is the most pure and beautiful thing to me The smell.

"As he said, he walked over and hugged his mother gently.

My mother turned her head and smiled at me. The sun shone on my mother's hair, like a golden edge, it was beautiful! Mom, I will never forget your taste, just let me cherish you.

From now on, let me respect you and love you. A 450-word essay on the feeling of concealment.

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In my childhood life, I experienced many things and tasted many tastes, some were sour and some were sweet, some were bitter and some were spicy, but the one that moved me the most was when I was eight years old. I will never forget the incident that year when I was locked out for lying.

Here’s the thing.

That afternoon, my parents asked me to do my homework seriously at home and not to play around.

I responded.

But I didn’t want to do my homework, so I kept watching TV.

After my parents came back from get off work, I didn’t write a word. They asked where *** was. My face suddenly became hot and I hesitated to answer.

My parents kept asking, but I could only lie to them and say: "I... Wang Shan and I went to Xinhua Bookstore to read!" My parents stared at me, and I was already "empty", but now , my face was red to the root of my neck, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

But my parents went to Wang Shan to confirm it, and she said no.

When my father hung up the phone, I stood beside him at a loss. I looked at my father's angry face. I lowered my head deeply and said, "Dad, can I go back?" At this time, my father's anger broke out, and he pointed at my nose and cursed: "Xu Zhengying, you lied to us again, you thought we were ***..." While my father was breathing, I whispered in a low voice: " Isn't it just a lie? Why are you so cruel!" But my parents heard this, and they pushed me out of the house angrily, saying angrily: "What are you waiting for? Come back when it’s time to reflect on it!” After saying that, the door closed with a bang.

I stood outside the door, tears falling down my eyes and couldn't stop them.

The cold wind blew, and I shivered with cold. I was only wearing a thin cotton coat.

I couldn’t help but resent my father’s cruelty and ruthlessness.

After about half an hour, I gradually calmed down and complained to myself: Why did I lie again and didn’t realize my mistake in time and talked back to my dad? No wonder my dad wanted to Being so angry, I really shouldn't have done it. I didn't finish my homework. Not only did I not apologize to my parents, I also lied.

Thinking about this, I knocked on the door gently, and the door opened. It was my mother. I quickly apologized sincerely to my mother and decided not to lie again.

My mother hurriedly pulled me into the house. My father saw me and said gently: "It doesn't matter. As long as you admit your mistakes, you are a good boy. Come on, go to sleep!" In bed, I tossed and turned unable to sleep. , secretly made up his mind: I will never lie again.

The next day, I caught a cold and had a severe headache. It was so painful! Alas, the feeling of lying is so unpleasant! But it was through this experience that I got rid of my bad habit of lying, and it was worth it! A 450-word essay on the taste of reading

My grandfather often said: "There are only two or three good books."

I have always been a little confused. There are thousands of books in the world, how can there be only one good book? Will there be only a few copies? But grandpa just smiled, hugged me and sat on his lap, took a sip of tea, put on his reading glasses slowly, then picked up a book, pointed at the title and asked, "Do you recognize any of these?" "The word?" I read seriously: "人-间-语.

" "You don't know this word? It's pronounced 'ci'." I also learned to read: "Ci——" When I first read "Human Words", I felt bitter and astringent. Although most of the characters were gradually recognized, once they formed a paragraph, it instantly seemed to be another language.

I felt the sarcastic gaze of these words, so I never dared to look at them.

Grandpa seemed to know what I was thinking, and his eyes were filled with a warm smile.

He did not force me to read it, but read it to me in a different way.

He added many character backgrounds and interesting life stories during his speech, and each character image gradually came to life in the scent of tea.

In his whispers, Tao Qian’s chrysanthemum on the east fence illuminates the ancient pages of Chinese literary history, Lin Bu’s plum blossom soul in the shadow of the moon has infected countless people who have longed for a paradise, and Su Shi’s bamboo stick awning The shoes flattened half of the river, and the misty rain was far away. Shen Fu and Yun Niang were cultivating a patchwork of spring green chives and the fragrance of rice flowers. Neither one left the other.

I was fascinated by what I heard, and I was so moved that I held my breath while looking at the deeds of poets and poets.

Later, I couldn’t hold it any longer and opened the book by myself.

There were no stories from my grandfather in the book at all. I was extremely disappointed.

However, through repeated reading, those typefaces seemed to reveal their beauty, gradually becoming richer and moving to the ears.

"I was shocked by the wild and unrestrained style, just as I was entangled with the lazy and charming sentiment of "Only garden flowers and moon branches are allowed in the dream of a good time."

The sun gradually moves westward, and time flies proudly on the wind, but it cannot lift a piece of my clothes.

I quietly watched an old man swipe his brush, scolding Fang Qiu with such vigor and decisiveness that he pointed out the country, and imagined what he had been like for thousands of years.

Feelings surged in my heart, and I seemed to understand my grandfather’s words a little bit.

After my grandfather passed away, this book was still placed in his usual place, and I picked it up and read it from time to time.

There is always a lingering fragrance of tea between the pages of the book, which spreads out and takes me back to the past.

The backlight and the moonlight are in the shade of the flowers, which has been the trace of ten years and the heart of ten years.

In this world, I feel that my grandfather is always with me.

I took advantage of the scent of books, turned over every page, and turned over countless nights.

The yellowed pages of the book have witnessed my growth, and the beautiful handwriting has recorded my footprints.

The scroll, the fragrance of tea, and I are three people facing each other. The taste between the lines... It tastes great. A 450-word essay.

There are countless snacks that I like, but my favorite is Nanxiang Xiaolongbao.

Nanxiang Xiao Long Bao has a history of a hundred years. It is famous both at home and abroad. Just thinking about it will make your mouth water.

One day after school, my mother took me to eat Xiao Long Bao. A few minutes later, a small dumpling was served. Its outer skin was extremely thin, each one exquisite and translucent, slightly shiny, and the fillings inside were Faintly visible.

I heard from my mother that there are a few things to remember when eating Xiaolong: lift it gently, move it slowly, open the window first, and drink the soup later.

I couldn’t wait to pick up the chopsticks, pick up a small basket, dip it in some vinegar, pout my little mouth, gently bite a small mouth on the skin, and start to gently suck the soup inside. , it’s really delicious.

After I had almost finished sucking, I immediately put the xiaolongbaozi into my mouth.

Chewing the thin skin and elastic filling slowly, it feels really wonderful! Xiao Long also has a long history! I heard from my mother: Nanxiang Xiaolong Steamed Bun was originally called Nanxiang Big Rou Steamed Bun, which can be traced back to the 10th year of Tongzhi in the Qing Dynasty. Huang Mingxian, the owner of Rihuaxuan dim sum shop in Nanxiang Town, was the original founder of Nanxiang Big Rou Steamed Bun.

Due to its delicious taste and popularity, his peers followed suit one after another, which affected Huang Mingxian's business, so he adopted the method of "heavy stuffing and thin skin, changing the big to small" method for the big meat steamed buns, and improved it into "Nanxiang Xiaolong" , spread throughout the world.

Are you excited after listening to my introduction? It’s better to act than to be excited. Instead of drooling at home, why not buy a cage and try it yourself? I believe you will definitely like it! Sweet Taste Composition 450

Happiness is the slightest comfort after encountering setbacks. Happiness is the heart-warming words after illness. Happiness is the joy of success after hard work. Happiness is... In fact, happiness It is not ordinary, but it is the sweet feeling experienced in the ordinary.

It was a day in the summer. The weather was changeable. It was a scorching sun just a moment ago, but it turned into a ghostly weather with dense clouds in the blink of an eye.

"Ding Lingling..." The school bell rang, and I rushed out of the classroom as usual and came to the school gate to wait for my mother's arrival.

However, my mother, who used to report on time at the school gate every rainy day, disappeared today.

I was alone and waited at the school gate for more than half an hour, but my mother was still nowhere to be seen.

I had no choice but to run home while I was little.

Unexpectedly, God seemed to be deliberately against me. Halfway through, I was suddenly hit by heavy rain, and I was literally turned into a "drowned rat".

After "Nine Nine Eighty-One Difficulties", I finally returned home. After dinner, I started doing my homework.

While I was doing it, I suddenly shivered with cold. Before I finished my homework, I couldn't hold on anymore and fell on the bed in discomfort.

It was after 10 o'clock, and my mother returned home tiredly.

She looked at my unfinished homework and touched my hot forehead, and she understood everything.

At this time, the smile on my mother's face disappeared, and was replaced by an anxious look.

So, my mother immediately helped me up from the bed, carried me on her back and ran to the hospital. Before leaving, my mother was afraid that I would be cold, so she took out a coat and put it on me.

When I came to the hospital, the doctor diagnosed that I just had a slight fever. A big stone in my mother's heart finally fell to the ground.

During the hour or so that I was taking salt water, my mother would bring me a cup of hot tea to warm me up; she would also ask me about my health and well-being, for fear that I might be a little bit uncomfortable and get the disease.

It was at this moment that I deeply felt the sweet and warm taste of happiness.

In fact, happiness is hidden in the trivial and ordinary things in life. You don’t need to express it in words, but you can feel the sweet taste of happiness. An imagination essay of 450 words

Sky Amusement Park Today, I was doing homework at home. Suddenly, someone tapped me on the shoulder. Who was it? I turned around and saw that it was Doraemon! I was immediately startled and asked: "You, what are you doing here?" Doraemon said: "You must think I am Doraemon, but I am not. I am a sky robot called Doraemon. I am Doraemon's younger brother.

" I suddenly understood and said: "Then Doraemon, what are you doing here today? He said: "Today, the Sky King built a "Sky Amusement Park" in the sky and sent me to find some children on the earth to play. I searched randomly and found you. I called some of your children Your friends go ahead.

"I said: "Okay.

"So, I brought Doraemon to some of my good friends: Zhang Xian, Li Bing, and Chen Yunyun.

Doraemon He took us to the entrance of the amusement park. Everyone stamped their feet three times, and a purple, dreamy cloud descended from the sky. When we stood on it, the cloud slowly flew up, allowing us to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the sky. .

Time passed quickly, and it was here soon.

The Sky King had been waiting there for a long time, and he said: "Welcome! welcome! You can have fun there for as long as you like! "We thanked the Sky King and ran in as fast as we could.

The first thing that caught our eyes was this ancient wooden castle. Although it looked very old, it was still very spectacular.

When we entered, there was an animation that told us the story of this castle, saying that it was bewitched and everyone inside was asleep.

There is only one solution. , that is, one person must pass through all the levels of the castle, and finally go to the top of the castle to get the crystal bead and put it in the hole of the crystal stone. The people in the castle will be able to wake up, otherwise they will sleep forever.

We came to a trampoline made of phoenix feathers. It was very elastic. We got on it and jumped hard, and it bounced us into the second floor of the castle. There was a large group of dinosaurs inside. We were so scared that we ran around and were finally cornered, so we started punching and kicking. Unexpectedly, the dinosaurs disappeared on their own. It turned out that they were testing our determination to fight.

< p> Later, we came to the third floor of the castle. There was a little girl who was lost. We helped her find her way home. Out of gratitude, she turned into a fairy and took us to the fourth floor of the castle. .

There is an intellectual game on the fourth floor. It will test us with twenty intellectual questions. We must answer fifteen correctly to pass the test, otherwise we will have to retake the exam... Castle 1** *There are ten floors. We passed the level and reached the top floor. Unexpectedly, we had to take back the crystal bead from a zombie. Everyone worked hard and finally got the crystal bead. They immediately put it into the crystal stone. Castle After being liberated, the joyful atmosphere of the past was restored, and our happy mood was indescribable.

My friends and I came to the forest, where there were thousands of birds. : Beautiful phoenix, lovely lark, happy sparrow, black crow, white dove... there are too many to count! I sat on the back of the lark, Li Bing sat on the back of the phoenix, Zhang Xian and Chen Yunyun sat on the big wings of the big eagle. As soon as we sat down, all the birds flew up, and the surrounding turned into a green ocean. The lark was singing beautiful songs, and the phoenix was showing its beauty. , the eagle spread its huge wings and soared in the sky... It was so beautiful that it was indescribable. I didn't expect that nature was so beautiful! Then, we went to climb Cake Mountain, which is 50 stories high and is almost as high as the sky. It’s amazing to see it! If you try to climb up, let’s climb together! … “Get up!” Get up! "I was woken up by my mother, so I had to get up obediently, but I was still recalling the happy scene in my dream, which I couldn't forget for a long time.

Comment: The young author has a very rich imagination, and mainly wrote about Sky Amusement Park Three things: the ancient wooden castle, the forest and the cake mountain

The author focused on the ancient wooden castle, using "being cast" to introduce the following, and then wrote about everyone taking an adventure to save the people in the castle. , and finally expressed his happy mood at that time with "indescribable", then briefly wrote about the forest and cake mountain, and finally ended the full text with "This is just a dream"

The entire composition is abbreviated. It is appropriate, the narrative is very specific, and the center is prominent, making people have endless aftertaste after reading it, and feel as if they are immersed in the scene.

An essay of more than 450 words about the unpleasant feeling

Everyone has tasted the feeling of being sick - it is unpleasant! I really hate getting sick, but it still caught me - I had a stomachache because of my gluttony. No, I was sick again. I just ate four pancakes that night, and then I started acting abnormally. I thought: After eating four My stomach hurts after only four pancakes, so it’s no big deal! As I thought about it, I gradually fell into a dream. Maybe it was because of the severe stomachache that it "took" me out of my sweet dream. Before I could recover, I spit out a mouthful of "baji" , it was too late, but by that time, I had already vomited on my hands. I jumped up and ran into the toilet quickly, but I couldn't vomit it out. After I washed my hands, I took a basin and put it next to the bed. , to prevent vomiting again. But the disease seemed to not let me go. I always couldn't sleep in bed and my stomach always felt uncomfortable, so I thought: Wouldn't it be more comfortable if I vomited it out? So, I looked at the basin and tried to make myself vomit. There was a "swish" sound, and the pelvic floor was submerged in my vomit! An unusually foul smell filled the whole room. I quickly washed the basin and placed it next to the bed. I didn’t want to disturb my parents, but the less I let them notice, the more they would notice. When they knew I was sick After I vomited, I quickly went to see a doctor, but unfortunately they were all closed. After a while, I vomited again. From the time I was babbling to this day, I still remember that this was the second time I had vomited three times in a row during the night. I had this serious illness. , although we can't afford to offend it, we can afford to hide from it. If you want to avoid the disease, you must know that many of the foods around you are junk food and cannot be eaten. Try not to eat omnivores on the roadside! Lots of bacteria and unhygienic! Being sick doesn't feel good! But I understand, I have to restrain myself and not eat those junk foods! We should also actively exercise and participate in various sports activities! Strengthen our physique and prevent diseases from invading our bodies! Write a four-hundred-and-fifty-word essay with the title I have tasted success.

Success makes people happy; success makes people happy; success makes people proud.

I have tasted success, let me tell you.

I have many hobbies, but English is my specialty! In English class, Teacher Yuan asked a question: "Who can spell the English word 'french fries'?" French fries? I can read, but how do I spell? My head was spinning rapidly, and I was raising it very high, for fear that the teacher wouldn't be able to see it.

"Weng Xinyi, please answer!" The teacher called my name.

I stood up calmly and prepared to answer questions.

Just when I was about to say something, oh no, I forgot the words! "f...ren...ch...fr...i...es." I hesitated a little, but fortunately: I still answered completely.

Ah, I surpassed myself and other students.

But I can't be proud.

As the saying goes: Humility makes people progress, pride makes people fall behind.

After class, Teacher Yuan praised me and praised me: "Your memory is really good. You can remember such long words. Even the teacher admires you. You really deserve to be the best in our class." English master, you must keep up your efforts in the future! "I can't let the teacher down, I must work hard and strive to be a translator.

I really tasted the taste of success, and this taste will definitely be something I will never forget.

The taste of life The music of life - the symphony of pots and pans.

The colors of life - red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple.

So what is the taste of life? Naturally, it is a sour, bitter, spicy and salty five-flavor bottle.

Don’t believe it? Then go and experience it! A sour feeling. Alas, annoying Chinese and annoying mathematics. I must have failed this exam.

After the results were announced, the teacher’s smile 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 their mouths.

"What's the use of crying? I don't believe in tears during the exam.

"The monitor said to the classmates.

"Yes, wipe away your tears, find yourself, and move forward bravely. One failure is nothing!" Maybe it will be this green olive that will give us endless aftertaste in the future! Sweet enjoyment "Wow..." Applause rang in my ears, and I felt happy. More than a year of hard work was not in vain. My calligraphy finally won the award.

Listening to the congratulations from the classmates, I felt a sweet feeling in my heart.

On the way home from school, the birds chirped so crisply, the flowers bloomed so beautifully, and the rivers flowed so cheerfully. They were also sharing this sweetness with me. I quickened my pace. I wanted to Bring this sweet joy to mom and dad.

Bitter taste There is sweet taste, but there is even more bitter taste.

Learning life is a feeling of suffering.

No, just after copying the two blackboard assignments left by the math teacher, the Chinese teacher brought another test paper. The teacher said: "You must digest it well.

"It's really "boundless" The homework is coming, and the exam papers are rolling in.

"There are not many students who don't stick out their tongues and elongate their faces. It's hard!" Spicy experience "Wow, you did so well in the exam!" There was a hint of spicyness in the students' words.

I lowered my head and said nothing, looking at the bright red score on the test paper, not knowing whether I was happy or sad.

The teacher is still praising me for doing well in the exam.

"Huh!" Some students glanced at each other and squinted their eyes, while others looked at me doubtfully... I buried my head even lower, I didn't want to see my classmates' so* ** Hot eyes.

But my face felt strangely hot, as if it had been rubbed with chili sauce.

What? I finally mustered up the courage, grabbed the paper with the disgraceful score and walked towards the teacher.

I don’t want to experience the spicy taste again.

Life is like a cup of tea, you have to taste it carefully.

The ups and downs, red, yellow, blue and green, weave life into a sweet song and a colorful painting.

Let us experience it and you will find that it is colorful.

O (∩_∩) O, I hope it will be helpful to you, and I hope you will adopt it

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