1. Write an essay with 851 words on the topic of one meal

How many meals have I eaten since childhood, and where can I count them clearly? But only this meal, I will remember it for a lifetime.

that day, my mother had a dinner with my colleagues, so did I. The food on the dining table is really rich, including yam stewed chicken soup, kebabs, stir-fried beef ... I let go of my belly, took food while drinking drinks, and my mouth was full of oil. "Give me a bowl of rice!" Put down the drink, I shouted at the waiter aunt at the door. My mother glared at me as if to say something, but she didn't say it. "What's the matter?" I'm a little confused. After dinner, I saw that the napkin on the table was gone, and I shouted at the waiter's aunt: "Bring the paper towel!" " My mother glared at me again, with a sulk on her face. "What's the matter?" I'm more and more confused.

on the way home, my mother didn't say a word, talking and laughing as usual. In this way, she walked all the way to the door, and suddenly she let out a "thunder": "Open the door!" I paused: mom has never bossed me around like this. "Open the door!" Another "thunder"! I came to my senses and said, "Mom, are you talking to me?"? Why don't you call my name? " "When eating, you asked the waiter aunt to help you with this and that, didn't you call someone?" Hearing this, my face turned red. It turns out that this is why my mother stared at me at the dinner table! "Mom talk to you like this, do you feel uncomfortable? But have you ever thought that when you talk to the waiter aunt like that at the dinner table, does she feel the same way? Although the waitress is serving us food, she is equal to us. A person who does not know how to respect others will eventually lose the respect of others. " My mother said earnestly, "Sichen, my mother sent you an old saying,' Give me an inch, and you will get a foot'. I hope you will remember it."

this meal, as well as my mother's words, are deeply imprinted on my heart. 2. Write a composition with a bowl of rice as the main topic

One day, Linger quarreled with her mother. Linger was very angry and ran away from home. She unconsciously came to the door of a restaurant. Linger felt hungry and was afraid to go in because she had no money.

The owner of the restaurant is a kind aunt. She saw a little girl standing at the door and asked, "Little girl, do you want to eat?" Why don't you come in? " Linger said with tears in her eyes, "I want to eat, but I have no money!" " Aunt took Linger's hand and said softly, "I'm the boss here. Come in and I'll treat you to dinner."

Linger walked into the restaurant and saw that the dishes, chopsticks, tables and chairs were all golden yellow and dazzling. Linger was fascinated by what was in front of her. Aunt went to Linger and said, "Little girl, I haven't asked your name yet!" " Linger said, "My name is Linger, and my English name is Linger." Aunt said, "Sit in any chair here and I'll cook something for you." Soon my aunt brought a bowl of rice and a dish for Linger to eat. Then there was a burst of music in the hall, and many girls appeared on the stage. They danced and were colorful. They dance like swans, their beautiful clothes seem to compete with butterflies, and their agile movements seem to compete with bees. Linger was so fascinated that she forgot all the hungry and sad things. Aunt reminded Linger: "Linger! The meal is cold, and it's almost time to eat. " Because Linger was so hungry, she took a big bite. It will be finished soon.

As soon as Linger ate a few mouthfuls of food, tears as big as beans fell from her eyes and said to her aunt, "How kind of you! "Aunt asked Linger if she was an orphan, and Linger said,"No.. "Aunt asked linger why he ran here alone. Linger had to tell her aunt from beginning to end. Aunt said meaningfully, "I only cooked for you once, and you are so grateful to me. Don't you appreciate your mother's cooking for you for more than ten years?"

after listening to her aunt's words, Linger came home with tears and said to her mother, "Mom, I know I was wrong." Mother forgave Linger.

After a long time, Linger is old, but she has never forgotten what this kind aunt said. 3. Write an essay on the theme of eating well < P > There is a kind of love that will affect your motivation when you fail; There is a kind of love that inspires you to keep working hard when you succeed; There is a kind of love that urges you to make up for your mistakes when you make them. There is a kind of love that inspires you to get back on your feet when you give up. This kind of love is called fatherly love.

Fatherly love is not as gentle, warm and comfortable as maternal love, but fatherly love has its own unique color. It is deep, implicit and silently dedicated to children. It is down-to-earth, it is real, and it has been paying like this.

My father's love for me is special. I remember that I learned to ride a bike when I was six years old. My father held me up, and I didn't dare to ride. As soon as my father let me go, I stopped riding. This made my father angry enough to help me halfway, and I stopped at once. The car was unstable and fell down. After that, I hugged me into the car and continued to teach me. This time, I didn't dare to be careless. I focused on cycling and didn't notice that my father had let go. In this way, I learned to ride a bike. I secretly praised myself for being so smart, but I didn't expect my father's contribution.

Another time, I knocked over Aunt Wang's rice bag and spilled rice all over the floor, which made me at a loss. At this moment, I saw my father's. Happily, my father should help me with this matter. I looked at my father with helpless eyes, hoping that he could help me do something. But my father told Aunt Wang that I had to bear the mistakes I made and told me to pick up the rice back into the bag. I choked back my tears and said that I was hungry and tired after picking up all the rice, and my heart was full of confusion. Others' fathers 4. I wrote a composition mainly about feeding. < P > I have a naughty brother. Just as I was laughing at him, he pulled my skirt and said, "Sister, I'm finished." I looked at the air-conditioning soup for a while, and I scooped up a big spoon for him to eat. After eating for a while, he coughed a little, as if choking. I patted him on the back, and he recovered at once and finished eating the rice. I was very happy. I scooped up another spoon of rice, but he opened his mouth and bit the spoon.

my brother is so difficult! Let me tell you his name-Lin DuDu 5. My strong point composition Egg fried rice composition 351 words

Once I went out with my friends and happened to pass by a restaurant, a fragrance wafted from it attracted me and I couldn't help but stop and smell it carefully. It seems to be a faint smell of eggs. My friend smiled and said, "It smells good. It seems to be the smell of fried rice with eggs." "Fried rice with eggs?" Smell it carefully again, yes! Smelling the fragrance, the memory was suddenly pulled back to the distant past.

when I was a child, my family was poor, and there were often meals without meals, so I was often put in my grandmother's house by my mother. At best, I asked my grandmother to take care of me, but actually I went to her house to eat. My grandmother raised several hens at home. As soon as she laid the eggs, she saved them, and when they were almost saved, she sold them to the peddlers who ran around the streets, and then used the money to buy some daily necessities. Eating eggs is a luxury for us as children, but there are exceptions. For example, hens will lay eggs this month, or they will buy less daily necessities this month. Every time, it is our holiday. At this time, my grandmother would generously take out a few eggs and cook fried rice with eggs for us. When my grandmother was busy in the kitchen, our children had already spread out their bowls and chopsticks and sat at the kitchen table waiting. Later, my grandmother often said with a smile that it was our quietest moment. After the fried rice with eggs is cooked and served in the bowl, we always smell it hard first, and then shout in unison, "It smells good!" Every time my grandmother hears this sentence, she always smiles and squints, and the wrinkles on her face become more and more obvious, but she is very kind and amiable. 6. Write a 451-word essay on "What I feel most about" < P > Friendship is an essential thing in our life. Life without friendship is like living in a world without sunshine; Life without friendship is like living in a lifeless world.

In my first grade, I made some friends, and we were very close, so we were "buddies". But one classmate, although I often play with him, always finds it boring to make friends with him, so I treat him extremely coldly. But then one thing made me change my mind about him.

that time, when I went to physical education class, I played with those "buddies", but I was playing. I accidentally fell down, and my foot was skinned and sprained. It hurt. How I wished someone would help me at that time. Unexpectedly, my so-called "buddies" seemed to deliberately avoid me, and all of them moved to other places to play, leaving me alone on the ground. Just then, I heard someone behind me say, "Come!" I looked back and it was him, the classmate I didn't care about the most. He pulled me up with his thin hand, helped me to the classroom, and then he ran out. After a while, he brought disinfectant and a band-aid. He disinfected my wound with disinfectant first, and then put on a band-aid. In this process, I saw that he was covered with sweat from his forehead to his hands, and the sweat dripped to the ground. When it's done, he stood up and said, "You're hurt. Don't run around. Be careful in the future. " He went out before I could thank him. Looking at his back, tears blurred my eyes. Why do I never care about him, but he cares about me so much?

when you are cold, you will know the pine and cypress, but when you are in trouble, you will see the truth. Yes, only friends who lend a helping hand when you are in trouble are true friends, and this is true friendship! I really thank him, for his hands that helped me. 7. Writing a composition on the theme of modern human life

Today, after school, I came to my aunt's restaurant.

There seem to be a lot of guests coming today. The noisy environment made me unable to calm down and read, so I looked at the restaurant. The air was filled with the smell of food, and I was hungry, so I got up to find my aunt and urged her to get off work quickly.

just then, another guest came. I saw that his hair was unkempt, he was wearing a yellow safety helmet for construction, he was wearing a faded camouflage military uniform, and he could vaguely see several broken holes. His trousers and shoes were scratched everywhere, and his hair, hands, trousers and shoes were all dirty and covered with white ash.

It was such a sloppy image that caught my attention in an instant. I sat back in my seat and looked at him quietly.

He just asked for a dish of fried vegetables, so he found a secluded place, sat down and waited. He didn't worry, just stayed in his seat, doing nothing, just sitting and waiting.

When the food came, he ate quickly, bowl after bowl, a small dish of fried vegetables, and ate five bowls of rice, almost every bite of which was swallowed without chewing.

After eating, he asked someone to pay the bill. He took out a stack of money from a red plastic bag: three or two hundred yuan, several five-yuan and ten-yuan bills, which made it almost more than 311 yuan. When paying the bill, he licked his fingers covered with white ash on his lips, carefully took out a ten-dollar bill from the stack of money, put it back in the plastic bag, walked out of the door, got on an electric car and left.

When my aunt passed me with money, she muttered, "I still have so much money to eat, and I don't want to order more dishes ..."

At this moment, I think my aunt is such a philistine. That money may be his daily salary. He may need it to support his family and make a living, so he even needs it for a little more expensive.

This is the ordinary people around me. He may be poor, and he may live in the lowest stratum, but they are willing to work hard for their families, make money for their families, and are reluctant to eat a good meal for their families ...

They have no high salary, no good background and no high degree, but they are willing to endure hardships, work hard and move towards the goal of a better life. They are greater than many people.

They have a quality, a great love, which we modern people lack.

Ordinary people are not ordinary in my eyes ...