Keywords: Christmas senior three 1000 words

Word count: 1000 word composition

This article is suitable for: senior one and senior three.

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This senior three composition is about 1000 words, and its title is Dinner on Christmas Eve. Everyone is welcome to contribute enthusiastically.

In the winter when I was 0/4 years old, I fell in love with the priest's son. He is not from China. I pray for Christmas this blond boy, Robert, and a new slender American nose.

I cried when I found out that my parents had invited the minister's family to dinner on Christmas Eve. What will Robert think of our shabby Christmas in China? What will he think of our noisy relatives in China who lack American manners? How disappointed would he be if he saw China food instead of roast turkey and sweet potato?

On Christmas Eve, I saw my mother's extraordinary performance and created a strange menu. She is pulling out black blood vessels from the back of the meat shrimp. The kitchen was cluttered with appalling raw food: a sticky cod with bulging eyes begged not to throw it into hot oil. Tofu looks like a wedge of rubber-like white sponge. A bowl of soaked dried fungus [9] came back to life. A plate of squid [10]), with knife marks on their backs, looks like bicycle tires.

Then they came-the pastor's family and all my relatives came amid the noisy doorbell and crumpled Christmas packages. Robert grunted [13]) Hello, I pretend he doesn't deserve to exist.

Dinner plunged me into deeper despair. My relatives licked the ends of chopsticks, then reached across the table and put chopsticks into more than a dozen plates. Robert and his family waited patiently for the big plate to reach them. When my mother brought out the whole steamed fish, my relatives murmured happily. Robert made a face. Then my father poked his chopsticks right under the fish's eye and pulled out the soft meat. "Amy, your favorite," he said, handing me the tender gills. I want to disappear.

At the end of the meal, my father leaned back and burped loudly, thanking my mother for her good cooking. "It's a polite China custom to show your satisfaction," my father explained to our surprised guests. Robert blushed and looked down at his plate. The minister managed to call a quiet party. I was scared to keep silent all night.

After everyone left, my mother said to me, "You want to be like an American girl outside." She gave me a present. That is a beige tweed mini skirt. "But deep down, you must always be from China. You must be proud of being different. Your only shame is shame. "

Although I didn't agree with her at that time, I knew she understood the pain I suffered at dinner. It was not until many years later-long after I stopped infatuating with Robert-that I was able to fully understand her lessons and the purpose behind our special menu. That year, she chose all my favorite foods for Christmas Eve.