The biting cold wind roared, and winter came. ...

When I came home from school, I found it was dark and there was a note on the empty table. It turns out that my parents asked me to order takeout at night and come back very late.

Tasting the cold takeout from the wind, even my favorite dish tastes like chewing wax at this time. Looking at the empty house and leaving me alone, I can't help but think of the warmth of my grandmother at home and the bowl of sour soup balls.

When I was a child, my parents were busy with work, and my grandmother insisted on taking care of me. For half a year, she was responsible for my food, clothing, housing and transportation. I have a bad temper since I was a child. In the face of grandma's "excessive" concern, I always feel impatient and even respond indifferently. Grandma often makes sour soup balls. In order to let me have a taste, grandma left home early in the morning with a vegetable basket. She must choose every vegetable carefully, and even make her own soup and meatballs. Grandma brought some white radishes, washed them carefully, sliced them, diced them, fed them and mixed them with stuffing. Dice, mash, stir and beat the prepared meat. Squeeze the meat with your left hand, fill the stuffing with your right hand, bend your index finger, roll your thumb back, and squeeze it gently, and a meatball is born. Grandma's movements are so skilled that they look effortless and even pleasing to the eye. But despite this, it took nearly an hour to finish eating the sour soup balls. The meatballs are out of the pot, and the whole kitchen is shrouded in white fog. Warm air and hot and sour smell hit my face, which aroused my appetite. White meatballs are very attractive against the dark thick soup. "Mmm ~ smells good ~" I have praised it more than once, and grandma's face is full of smiles.

Finally, one day, I seem to be tired of eating sour soup balls made by my grandmother. I decided to go to the restaurant next to the school for dinner with my classmates after school. At dinner, everyone was talking and laughing, and I was also in a happy atmosphere, leaving everything behind. When I got home, the table was full of meals and sour soup balls that grandma had already prepared. "Come back, wash your hands and eat quickly!" Grandma greeted me happily as soon as she saw me coming in, but I couldn't eat another bite. It is natural for my parents to scold me after I explained the reason hesitantly. I'm a little dissatisfied, but I also feel guilty. Looking up, I inadvertently caught a glimpse of grandma's lost expression on her face.

Soon after, grandma returned to her hometown. I can't see the busy figure in the kitchen before, and suddenly I feel a little deserted at home. Occasionally, I heard my father say that my grandmother was in poor health, but she always thought of me. My heart is shocked. It seems that I always call my grandmother on the grounds that I am busy studying.

Dad tried to make sour soup meatballs, and the ingredients and steps were the same as grandma's, but he could never make the most familiar taste. That's the smell of love, and it's the sour soup meatballs that grandma made for me with love.

It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't contacted my grandmother for half a year, so I silently took my mobile phone and dialed the number that only existed in the corner of my mind: "Grandma, I miss you!" " "

2. Excellent composition material for the senior high school entrance examination: love at the dinner table

Everyone wants to have a harmonious and happy family, and I grew up in such a family. Although my home is not big, it is comfortable and clean. A family photo, a pot of flowers and a few lively birds are filled with the warmth of home.

Whenever the school bell rings, I jump up like a bird flying in the blue sky, carry my small bag and go straight home, because I know that my ingenious mother must have prepared a sumptuous dinner for me. Today is no exception. As soon as I opened the door, the smell of the food hit my face and made me swallow. I threw my schoolbag on the desk, held my breath and crept close to the table. 3 meters, 2 meters, 1 meter, closer, closer, I gently picked up a piece of bacon with my thumb and forefinger and quickly sent it to my mouth. "It's hot! It's so hot! " I can't help breathing! My mother came out of the kitchen, hugged me, kissed my little red face and said cheerfully, "My little greedy cat is back!" " "When my father saw this, he frowned and said," You didn't wash your hands and stole food. It's really rude. Be careful I shoot your little * *! " Dad pretended to raise his hand as he spoke. I was afraid that I could not escape from my father's clutches, so I made a face and ran into the kitchen to wash my hands. Grandparents couldn't help laughing as soon as they met.

After washing my hands, I help my grandfather, grandmother, father and mother cook dinner. Today's dishes are very rich, including bacon fried peas, steamed perch, beef fried straw mushroom, and my favorite garlic fried baby dish. "The food smells delicious! Mom is so capable! " I can't help cheering. Mother gently scraped my little nose with her hand and smiled. As soon as grandma sat down, she began to get busy. She put her mother's favorite bacon fried peas in the nearest place to her mother, garlic fried baby cabbage in the nearest place to me, and steamed bass in front of her father. After eating, grandma went to the kitchen to take out the leftovers from lunch and put them in front of her. Mom and Dad saw it and said, "Mom, don't eat leftovers." Grandma said cheerfully, "Mom loves it. Besides, it is also a waste to fall down. " Grandpa also came to help: "You can still eat, don't waste it." Mom and dad can't beat their grandparents, so they keep putting "fresh" dishes in the bowl, so that they have no chance to eat "leftovers"

Mom and dad were busy picking vegetables for grandparents, so I ate quietly and shovelfully. Dad said, "Fish can make you smarter." He picked some fish without thorns and put them in my bowl, which made my heart warm. Mom said: "Beef is rich in nutrition, which can make you grow taller and stronger." So, I added a few more pieces of beef to the bowl, which was very touching. Ordinary dining table and ordinary food, I found extraordinary love. So, I also learned from my parents and said, "Yes, yes, yes! Both fish and beef are nutritious, and everyone should eat more. " Grandparents, grandparents, parents' bowls are all dishes I clip.

The smell of food stays in the mouth, but the family's love for each other is always in the heart.

I love my home, a warm home.

3. Excellent composition material for the senior high school entrance examination: love at the dinner table

"Eat more, eat more, you are now in the long body. Eat more to grow up. " Mother nagged.

Every time I eat fish, my mother always puts the belly and eggs in my bowl, but she eats the head and tail herself. I saw it and asked curiously, "Why only eat fish heads and fish tails?" Fish belly is full of thorns, while fish head and fish tail are full of thorns. Aren't you asking for it? "But my mother said," I like to eat fish heads and fish tails, but I don't like the meat on the belly of fish, so I ate it for fear of wasting it. "Since you like to eat, eat more." After listening to my mother, I was dubious.

Once, my parents were on a business trip, and I ate at my grandmother's house. At the dinner table, I asked my grandmother, "Mom is so strange. She doesn't like fish maw and eggs. " Grandma said, "No, she likes fish heads and eggs as much as you do."

After listening to my grandmother's words, I decided to test whether what my mother said was true or not. After school this afternoon, as usual, I saw my mother preparing dinner after she was busy. Dinner is very rich, ribs soup, braised chicken wings, braised fish, vermicelli pot. It makes my mouth water. I really want to have a good meal right away.

After the meal, my mother helped me to prepare the meal, put the dishes on the table and began to pick the dishes. First, my mother saw the fish caught in my bowl. This time I deliberately said, "This fish tastes terrible." I pretended to throw it, and my mother quickly stopped me and said, "Don't throw it, don't throw it! It's a pity to lose such delicious fish. Give it to me. Know how to save. "

"Mom, you have been cheated. It turns out that you don't like fish. You have to keep it for me. " I saw my mother cheating and said happily.

My mother listened to my words, hugged me and smiled and said, "Little pig, there are so many tricks." You know your mother's good intentions, and I'm already very happy. "

4. Excellent composition material for the senior high school entrance examination: love at the dinner table

Time is a bright petal hanging on the branches, and the breeze touches deep feelings in my heart. -inscription

Motherly love is silent, slowly taste and chew, and your heart is warm.

Dad shouted, "Where's the spoon?" When I heard the sound, there was a smell in the chicken soup basin, but there was no spoon. Mom quickly put down her rice bowl, stood up and muttered, "Look at my memory, I forgot to take the spoon again." She looks like a child who made a mistake. Mother hurried into the kitchen and brought a spoon.

Dinner continues, silence. Sister picked up a mouthful of food and muttered, "It seems that the food is a little cold."

Yes, it's cold outside. It's such a cold day, no wonder it gets cold after eating.

Mother put down her rice bowl, stood up and said, "I'm going to heat it up." After that, she walked into the kitchen with two dishes of cooking. After a while, my mother returned to the table with two steaming dishes.

Everyone used chopsticks to sandwich those two hot dishes, which were really delicious. ...

Suddenly, the phone at home rang and I was about to get up to answer it. My mother has stood up: "eat while it's hot, and I'll answer the phone."

Mother's rice bowl, put on the table, has not seen a trace of heat, it is estimated that the rice has been eaten half, completely cold. I suddenly realized that my mother had given up her job and stood for three or four times in just one meal.

At the dinner table, my mother is like a soldier with a tight string, ready to step forward at any time. Seeing my mother's busy back again and again, I suddenly remembered a sentence Xiao Fuxing said, "There is a book in life that can never be read, and that is maternal love."

Some people say, "Father loves mountains and mother loves the sea." I said, "Motherly love is like a stream." Although there is no majestic sea, it is always flowing, infiltrating my heart and accompanying my life.

Blood is thicker than water and needs no sweet words to maintain it. Sometimes, it only takes one look, one action, an ordinary, small rise. -P.S.

5. Excellent composition material for the senior high school entrance examination: love at the dinner table

The golden sunshine blooms brilliantly on the earth, as if to sow warm seeds in everyone's heart. A few rays of beating sunlight penetrated the mottled tree shadows and reflected on my lunch box. ...

There are a few dark red peanuts scattered on the rice grains in Huang Chengcheng, which really makes people lose their appetite in this hot summer. My eyes involuntarily turned to the window, and several beating figures on the playground seemed to pull my thoughts back to a corner of time. ...

In such a hot summer, when I am sweating outside, whenever I bump into the house, there will always be a bowl of old fire soup on the coffee table. I don't know how long this old soup mother has been cold. In short, every time I go home, it's always just right ... I suddenly feel like I'm home when I think about it.

On the weekend, I deliberately chose the time for my mother to cook and went home.

Gently pushed open the blue iron gate, and suddenly a familiar smell of rice accompanied by a flood of memories seemed to sweep every corner of my body. The mother on the dining table is immersed in a dish, one chopstick after another, carefully. It seems that every chopstick is full of treasures, for fear that when the hand shakes, the treasures will pass through her fingers. As far as I can remember, my mother's originally cloudy eyes are now so clear and focused that I didn't even notice my return. Looking at my mother's figure on the dining table, my legs couldn't help taking a step forward and calling out "Mom …" I found my voice trembling! "Come back." The curvature of mom's mouth makes her cheeks look tight.

At the dinner table, it was surprisingly quiet. My mother didn't ask me how I was doing either. She just quietly brought me food. I stared at a bowl full of vegetables, and my heart seemed to be full. Looking at my mother's concentration, I kept seeing some unintentionally forgotten fragments in my mind, and the pool of water named "home" in my heart was stirred up with ripples ... I couldn't help but pick up a chicken wing and carefully put it in my mother's bowl, following my mother's movements. When the chicken wings arrived safely in my mother's bowl, I obviously noticed that my mother's wrinkled hands were shaking slightly. For an instant, my mother's smiling face showed a shy blush. ...

When I left home, I pushed open the blue iron gate again, and the originally cold iron seemed to have a temperature. Warm from the palm to the heart, quietly flowing. Looking back at the dining table, it looks more brilliant in the sun. Motherly love quietly sowed warm seeds in my heart and took root. ...