We are all just ordinary people, sometimes even mediocre. Life is connected by trivial details, not as sensational as the plot in the soap opera at eight o'clock, but with more real and touching details than the TV series.
Meng Jiao wrote down the details of "She sewed carefully, she made up thoroughly, and she was afraid that the delay would make him go home late", which made countless wanderers cry; Wang Wei wrote down the details of "advising you to drink more wine, there is no reason for people to leave Yangguan in the west", which made countless pedestrians sigh; Su Shi wrote down the details of "Xiao Xuan window, dressing", which made fans all over the world lament. Just details, not just details, it contains the deep feeling behind the details themselves.
Often moved by Rembrandt's Jewish bride, the couple wore beautiful clothes and looked gloomy and restrained. In the dark background, two people snuggled up to each other, without looking at each other, without ups and downs, only holding hands, as if in a casual moment, they caught the painter's heart and left it on the canvas. Even after hundreds of years, they still depend on each other silently, and this feeling will never change.
For the viewer, no matter how gorgeous the clothes are, it is their deep affection, the life course that they have walked through each other and will continue to walk, and the promise of "holding your hand and growing old with your son". This is such a cool and affectionate detail.
The same affection is often found in life, including a cup of hot tea and a knitted sweater presented by my mother to my father; There is a hot water bottle filled by my father and a basin of washing water poured by my mother; And they prepared three meals a day for me, and I patted them on the back.
We can't expect life to be great, we just want to make the details better. "In a word, the love of a lifetime", the lyrics sometimes reveal the truth of life so easily. True warmth is only silently transmitted in the details; People who really love you will only show their love in the details. Just like mother, father, teacher, friend and lover.
The details of food are described in 400 words. The quick details are mom's inquiries after school, dad's homework saying that he should go to bed early, and the teacher's eyes asking you if you know anything after finishing the questions. The details are detailed notes handed over by friends after they are sick. Although the details are small, they are timeless.
We are all just ordinary people, sometimes even mediocre. Life is connected by trivial details, not as sensational as the plot in the soap opera at eight o'clock, but with more real and touching details than the TV series.
Meng Jiao wrote down the details of "She sewed carefully, she made up thoroughly, and she was afraid that the delay would make him go home late", which made countless wanderers cry; Wang Wei wrote down the details of "advising you to drink more wine, there is no reason for people to leave Yangguan in the west", which made countless pedestrians sigh; Su Shi wrote down the details of "Xiao Xuan window, dressing", which made fans all over the world lament. Just details, not just details, it contains the deep feeling behind the details themselves.
Often moved by Rembrandt's Jewish bride, the couple wore beautiful clothes and looked gloomy and restrained. In the dark background, two people snuggled up to each other, without looking at each other, without ups and downs, only holding hands, as if in a casual moment, they caught the painter's heart and left it on the canvas. Even after hundreds of years, they still depend on each other silently, and this feeling will never change.
For the viewer, no matter how gorgeous the clothes are, it is their deep affection, the life course that they have walked through each other and will continue to walk, and the promise of "holding your hand and growing old with your son". This is such a cool and affectionate detail.
The same affection is often found in life, including a cup of hot tea and a knitted sweater presented by my mother to my father; There is a hot water bottle filled by my father and a basin of washing water poured by my mother; And they prepared three meals a day for me, and I patted them on the back.
We can't expect life to be great, we just want to make the details better. "In a word, the love of a lifetime", the lyrics sometimes reveal the truth of life so easily. True warmth is only silently transmitted in the details; People who really love you will only show their love in the details. Just like mother, father, teacher, friend and lover.
3. Detail Description-Eating Composition Wang Jie: Wang Jie always looks like a lady when eating, even though he has a steamed stuffed bun in his hand.
Look! Wang Jie gently touched the bottom of the steamed stuffed bun with her three white and round fingers, smiled and talked to the opposite person, nibbling like a chicken pecking rice. It took a long time to wipe out a steamed stuffed bun that was not too big. Perhaps feeling a little thirsty, she slowly picked up the toilet paper put aside, wiped the fingertips of three fingers who had just taken the steamed stuffed bun, then held the rim of the bowl with both hands, cocked her little finger and ring finger, slightly opened her red lips and took a sip slowly.
Feeling my eyes, Wang Jie turned around, gave me a slight smile, and put the bowl back carefully. After eating slowly for a while, she was the last in the class, but she was in no hurry. She took out a new paper towel and wiped her mouth, then slowly left with a plate.
Zhang Hong: If Wang Jie is a lady, then Zhang Hong is a chivalrous woman. Every time Zhang Hong eats, it's like a war. After the second delay, he seems to be "game over".
Although the school steamed bread is not big, it is not small, but the steamed bread in Zhang Hong is half as big as it. The spoon doesn't stop, and the spoon is sent to the mouth. My cheeks are full of food and I tremble from time to time. Besides, the two apples on my cheek look a bit like squirrels eating.
Because you are in a hurry to eat, you will inevitably choke. Zhang Hong is always busy pouring bowls into his mouth with one hand, and punching his chest with the other hand. After a gust of wind swept the clouds away, the plate was clean, leaving only some soup. After eating, Zhang Hong strode away eagerly with a plate.
On the day when I wrote about food, my mind was shocked.
The rain outside the window is sparse, and I look at the gloomy sky in the faint rain and fog. A drop of rain turns biological dust into wisps of light smoke, which blend and flow in the hazy drizzle. In the faint smoke, the most sincere and flawless touch buried in the bottom of my heart emerges in front of me like a movie.
It was a gloomy rainy day, and all the pedestrians in the street hurried away. The willows on the roadside drooped with sparse leaves and bowed their heads, which seemed insignificant in the biting rain. I stood under the eaves to shelter from the rain and stared at the gray sky quietly.
Suddenly, a beggar in rags caught my eye. He was wearing patched rags, and his unkempt hair was soaked by the rain. His black eyes are full of wrinkles, and his thin and rough face after the world is like a desolate Gobi, lifeless. Her bare feet were bruised and she limped on the cold road. It's like
He suddenly stopped and looked down-it was an old and shriveled can, which clicked in the wind and quietly stuck on the smooth and shiny road. He was dazed, paused, gradually bent his thin back, stretched out his withered hand like a branch, and picked it up carefully. He clutched the jar tightly in his hand. He walked forward seriously. He saw the dustbin and his eyes showed relief. He gently and solemnly put it in the dustbin, and then dragged his thin body with satisfaction and gradually disappeared into the hazy rain curtain.
5. Composition describing delicious food If you ask me what I like best? I will definitely say without hesitation, "Steamed dumplings, of course!" Have you ever eaten steamed dumplings? It is delicious. Let me introduce you.
Steamed dumplings are small, delicate and beautiful. From a distance, a dozen white and flawless jiaozi are tightly clustered together. You are next to me and I am next to you, just like a lively and lovely little peach blossom in spring. In the "mist", steamed dumplings seem more attractive. Up close, jiaozi, which is white and tender, is full and moist. Well, it looks delicious. You see, the skin is delicate, as delicate as a chubby little face of a fat doll, and it will break when pinched. Through the epidermis, you can clearly see the pure soup inside. How's it going? You want to eat it. Don't worry, there is a piece of beef as smooth as jade in it!
Steamed dumplings are not only beautiful, but also delicious. As the saying goes, "move gently, lift slowly, open the window first, and then drink soup." But I can't care so much about hunger. Looking at the delicious steamed dumplings, my saliva would have "flown down three thousands of feet". I don't care about the image of a lady. I grabbed jiaozi and stuffed it in my mouth. It was so hot that I covered my mouth and cried. This time I learned my lesson and took a bite of the skin. Suddenly, the juice poured into my mouth. It is so mellow, moist and fragrant that I am immersed in it.
The soup dumplings are really delicious. Let's try!
6. Write a composition with special snacks and mention Yangchun noodles. I don't know why, but I can always think of the word Yangchun Baixue. It feels elegant and refreshing. In fact, Yangchun noodles are the most popular pasta that people like to eat the cheapest and can pay for. In Morning in Shanghai, capitalist Xu Yide asked the waiter to deliver lunch. This shows that this is Yangchun noodles. Yangchun noodles belong to the patent of working people. As for why the name Yangchun Baixue was chosen, it may be the antonym of it, but I am sure that the person who chose this name is definitely not from Xialiba. Grandpa seems to like Yangchun noodles very much. Every Sunday, he will definitely take me and my two cousins to the noodle restaurant in town to eat Yangchun noodles. Yangchun noodles are delicious, with golden yellow noodles. It tastes particularly soft and delicious. It seems that it is delicious without any ingredients. My two cousins and I are in high spirits. Lu specifically mentioned Yangchun noodles in Gourmet, saying that the first pot of Yangchun noodles is the freshest and most delicious. So many people rush to eat the first bite of soup. Next time they come out to eat Yangchun noodles, they must catch up with the first soup! Stinky tofu is a famous specialty snack in Changsha. Speaking of which, I like it best! Usually my mother buys stinky tofu, and I am the first to move chopsticks and shake my head to eat. Although I like eating it, I never know how it is cooked. Today, my mother and I went to the south gate to watch the making of stinky tofu. Before we came to the booth, an old man was absorbed in frying stinky tofu. The old man fished out the square tofu from the salt water, put it in a hot oil pan and kept rolling. Until the tofu is fried on both sides. Grandpa drilled two holes in each piece of tofu, coated it with soy sauce or Chili water, and the golden and fragrant stinky tofu was born! I quickly bought four tablets. I picked up the bowl, and a tempting smell came to my nose, and my saliva almost fell! I took a careful bite first, yellow outside and white inside, crisp outside and tender inside. That's cool! I went on to eat the second piece, but I still remembered the crispy, soft and spicy piece I just ate. It is really delicious! Grandpa told me that the production technology of stinky tofu is very particular. First of all, the bean curd blank should be made of excellent soybeans, and then the color and taste will be better after adding halogen, fermentation and frying. Then with fine seasoning, you can fry the delicious stinky tofu. Oh, that's it! Stinky tofu is delicious, but you can't eat too much at once! You see, I just want to eat happily, and the tip of my tongue has blistered.
7. Composition describing flavor snacks As the saying goes, "There is heaven in the world and Suzhou and Hangzhou in the world."
Our Suzhou is not only outstanding, but also has a long history of snacks, such as soft glutinous rice full of Jiangnan flavor, Huang Tianyuan Zhu Hongxing's smooth and tender Subang noodles, steamed crab buns with powder ... However, my favorite is dumb frying. One day, my parents and I went to eat dumb fried food.
While I was waiting, I saw the legendary master named Yu Er Yuan. Because he is deaf and dumb, the raw fried steamed bread he made is called "dumb raw fried". I saw him holding two white handkerchiefs in his hand, unscrewing the lid, sprinkling chopped green onion, lighting sesame seeds, spraying cold water, spraying oil ... all the time, and immediately taking out the pot and putting it on the plate when the heat is in place. The action is clean and neat. The waiter served the fried dishes, only to see the sesame seeds with scallion fragrance dotted on the golden surface of the white flour. The thin golden surface of the epidermis looked crisp and had some thickness.
I can't wait to pick up a pot sticker and bite it gently, and delicious soup will flow out of the thin skin. When I ate it, it smelled of sesame and onion, and a little My Sweetie. This meat is very refreshing. The temperature of the hot mouth allows the essence of the filling to flow freely along all the pipes in the body, some flowing downwards and some rushing upwards, and all kinds of complicated feelings are intertwined, just like immortals.
A bite of meat stuffing is softer and smoother than fried meatballs with flour, and tougher and more elastic than fish balls without flour. Enjoying, enjoying, reminiscing, intoxicated by the perfect coordination of tongue and teeth, people are reluctant to put down chopsticks after eating.
Ah! Dumb pan-fried is really delicious. Ah! Eating it makes people want to live forever. It is the best fried steamed bread in Suzhou, with endless aftertaste. Fried stinky tofu is a unique local snacks in Jiangnan in winter.
When I was young, I ran to the street after school. Of course, this is when I have money in my pocket. Cross the alley and cross the bridge, and you can smell the fried stinky tofu.
The manager who fried stinky tofu is a thin old man with white eyebrows and beard. He always carries heavy burdens. The burden is actually a box made of wood. There are stinky tofu, soy sauce, Chili sauce and a pile of small plates in front of the box, and there is a canned bottle with several pairs of chopsticks in it. There is a small coal stove and a pot in the back box.
The old man always stands on the street corner, absorbed in frying stinky tofu. I haven't heard his shouts, but there are always many diners looking for incense in front of his little bag and standing in a circle.
His stinky tofu is very distinctive. At first glance, it's dark and no different from other stinky tofu, but once it's put in the pot and taken out of it, it becomes golden and delicious, coated with a layer of soy sauce or Chili sauce (his Chili sauce is homemade, bright red, spicy and comfortable), yellow and red, very beautiful. Take a bite carefully (because it's very hot). It's yellow on the outside and white on the inside, crisp on the outside and tender on the inside. It's hot and spicy. At this time, instead of eating, I rolled my tongue and swallowed.
Old people always fry only a few slices at a time, and sell a few slices after frying, so people waiting for them are eating and others pay attention to each other. Most people who eat fried stinky tofu are women and children. It's really strange that women in Jiangnan don't eat spicy food, and when it comes to this burden, they all become "spicy girls" They have to put on a thick layer of Chili sauce, and women don't care about tenderness at this time. They ate until their lips were red, tears were mixed, and they were hot and sweaty.
The old man just kept saying: it's too spicy to stick, don't eat too much. After all, he didn't stop it
So the old man consumes a bottle of Chili sauce every day. At that time, my father gave me fifty cents a month, and at least half of the money was contributed to stinky tofu.
A piece of stinky tofu is worth a penny, and after eating one piece, it will be quiet in one day. Sometimes I don't plan to overspend. I will restrain myself from running there for fear of long hooks in my eyes.
However, at that time, as long as I accidentally slipped onto the old man's burden, the old man would always see everything, as if he found that I didn't have a penny in my pocket, and he would smile and fry the most crisp and tender piece for me to eat. Sorry to eat for free. Dad will send me money next month, and I will return it to him immediately. The old man also accepted it, but he must fry me an extra piece of stinky tofu.
It has been more than 20 years since I left that small town in the south of the Yangtze River, and I have never eaten such delicious fried stinky tofu (although I have eaten fried stinky tofu in other cities in the south of the Yangtze River, the taste always seems to be a little worse). It always appears in my dreams, with the thin old man with white beard and white eyebrows who doesn't even know his name.
Delicious buns are often said to be delicious, but I don't know how they taste until I have tasted them. This afternoon, my parents took me to the steamed stuffed bun shop to open my eyes and eat.
I finally got what I wanted that day. Steamed bread is whisked, thin skin, there seems to be a bag of juice inside. They are small and exquisite, shaped like pagodas, translucent and strong, crystal clear and yellow, and the fragrance at the top of the tower overflows with the wind, shaped like steamed bread. No wonder it's called steamed buns. Generally, there are ten steamed buns in a cage. Each steamed bun is like a small snowball, but there is a pothole on it. I was intoxicated before the aroma came up.
I can't wait to swallow the whole steamed bread in one gulp. A cage of steamed bread came up and I sat in the chair. Steamed bread gives off a faint fragrance.
As soon as I smell this fragrance, I can't help but gulp it down. Hardly had he picked up a "chubby" and stuffed it into his mouth when he began to fight back.
My stomach is growling with hunger at the moment, and I want to open my mouth wide and swallow four steamed buns in one gulp. So I carefully picked up the steamed stuffed bun with chopsticks, because I took a small bite and the juice ran into my mouth like a tribe.
I dipped it in a little vinegar and put it in my mouth. The meat is loose and soft. As soon as I chewed it, its meat suddenly loosened and it was delicious. My mother said, "To eat steamed stuffed buns, you should first dip in vinegar, gently bite a hole, suck up the delicious soup inside, and then eat the skin and meat." The delicious essence of steamed stuffed bun is in the soup.
I eat according to my mother's method. The soup is fresh, thin and tender. It is really delicious. I really don't know if I won't eat steamed stuffed bun for a while, but once I eat it, I won't forget it.
I wolfed it down. Its meat is full, and a mouthful of fresh, thick and salty makes you want to eat.
So I pestered my mother again.
8. Pay attention to the details, and the narrative is not less than 800 words. A distinctive person, a pair of black cloth shoes, a pair of dark blue flowered trousers, a neat yellow overalls on his upper body, a small yellow hat on his head, and a simple face under the hat ... Have you noticed that these cleaning aunts are waving brooms and sweeping the dust in the street no matter whether it is cold or hot? And I saw, in the hot sun and rain and dew, the most beautiful-they are hardworking, simple and selfless ...-Inscription There are some happy people in the world who interpret their most selfless side with other people's smiles. They sweat, bury their leisure, turn it into seeds, grow flowers and give off fragrance, adding a touch of beauty to other people's lives. They are so small, but they are so noble. They are cleaners. During the summer vacation, the sun gave the earth heat without reservation. People are sweating like rain, and the cold drink shop in front of the door has become an ocean. I squeezed in like a weak sardine and finally "grabbed" an ice cream. I have been carrying out holiday team activities these days, but I feel guilty. Licking the cold taste is very fulfilling. Maybe it's a reflex. I saw littering everywhere underground. I also threw away the packaging bag. I sat on the bench in front of the door, sorting out my activity notes and materials. After a while, all the talents at the entrance of the cold drink shop were used up, leaving plastic packaging bags all over the street. At this time, a 40-year-old aunt, with a dim face and dry hair, was waving a broom. Silently sweep people's littered bags into the cleaning car. "Yi, yi, yi ..." The friction between the broom and the ground pierced my heart like a needle. At this time, my heart was touched and my face caught fire, but I didn't know what to do, so I just stared at the cleaner in a daze. At this moment, a burst of footsteps sounded, and it was a pair of people. When I grow up, I can only sweep the street like this cleaner ... "Aunt cleaner seems to have heard something, bowed her head and said nothing, just waving a broom." Pa ",a cigarette butt fell on the ground that has just been swept. Please don't spit everywhere. Please respect the work of others. "Aunt cleaner stopped her work and politely reminded the spitter. The man gave the cleaner a disdainful look. Please sweep the floor. Don't you just sweep the floor? What's the big deal? Besides, what respect do you want from a cleaner? Joke! "Looking at aunt far of figure, my in the mind is very bad. Cleaners are human beings and have self-esteem. Why humiliate them like this? Day after day, year after year, they silently contributed in that humble position. In summer, when we are still enjoying the cool at home, they stick to their posts in the hot summer. They never seem to be afraid of the warmth of the sun and the pungent smell of garbage. In the sun, the sweat on their faces was crystal clear. In winter, when we are still enjoying the warmth of home, they pick up each piece with their frozen hands in the cold. The heart is kind. It doesn't take much to learn to respect them. A grateful smile and an approving look will bring them great comfort. Sitting in the car and walking on the roadside every day, you can see them wearing orange clothes, waving mops and brooms in the street, wiping off the dirt on the street, and making Binhai New Area clean, tidy and radiant. Every citizen will clean up the dirt and debris left on the ground at the first time, leaving a clean and bright road. When the weather is not beautiful, it is also the busiest time for them to work. Mud stains, rain, snow and water left on the ground are cleaned over and over again. The cleaners we see in our daily life are all grandparents. They are old, but they have made great contributions to the cleanliness of cities and streets with the spirit of being young. We need more study and admiration. They have paid so much, but they have become a role that is often overlooked. Here, I want to impress your heart with my words: the city belongs to all of us, and our home will be more beautiful only if we all join hands with the cleaning staff to maintain our home; Our life will be better! They are beauticians in the city and also beauticians in the mind; It is a laborer who creates a beautiful home and a living Lei Feng in real life! The sunshine hung on the cleaner's aunt, making her face red. Ah, I suddenly found that she was so tall and beautiful.
9. How to write Yangchun noodles in the composition about snacks?
Yangchun noodles have a nice name and a noble appearance. In fact, it is the favorite pasta of Jiangnan people, which is the cheapest and therefore the most refreshing. In Morning in Shanghai, capitalist Xu Yide pretends to be poor in order to avoid public-private partnership, and asks the waiter to deliver lunch, which is Yangchun noodles. It can be seen that Yangchun noodles belong to the patent of working people. As for why you chose the name Yangchun Baixue, it may be antonym, but I am sure that the person who takes this name is by no means Xialiba.
More than twenty years ago, my uncle's family seemed to like to eat Yangchun noodles. Every Sunday, my uncle will definitely lead the whole family to the noodle restaurant in town to eat Yangchun noodles. My two cousins are in high spirits, but I don't like them very much There is nothing on Yangchun noodles except some chopped green onion. It's bare and tasteless. I don't want to eat the second bite after eating the first bite. Every time I can't finish a bowl of Yangchun noodles, I always remind my uncle by innuendo that it's better to eat wonton, at least there is meat. But my uncle resolutely refused, saying that wonton was too expensive to eat. For the same dime, Yangchun noodles are all over, and wonton can only be stuffed. Uncle's teeth are so big. I don't like eating, but I have to eat with my uncle's family every Sunday, because this is their festival, and they have been waiting for this day for six days. Everyone in that noodle restaurant in town knows my uncle. I don't have to tell him every time I come, and it will soon serve Yangchun noodles. Then, my uncle's family began to work hard and make a happy voice. Whenever this time, I look at the sunny face in front of me and pull a long face.
Lu specifically mentioned Yangchun noodles in Gourmet, saying that the first pot of Yangchun noodles was the freshest and most delicious, so many people rushed to drink soup. I don't think my uncles eat this kind of noodles. But anyway, I'm not interested in Yangchun noodles. I lost my appetite as early as twenty years ago.