In fact, happiness is not ordinary, but it is the sweet feeling experienced in the ordinary. Let’s take a look at the family compositions on the tip of the tongue that I have compiled for you below. Family Love on the Tip of the Tongue Composition 1

Time passed by inadvertently, and suddenly when I looked back, Father Time had drawn 11 circles on my head. The memories of my childhood have become increasingly blurry, but the braised old goose that my grandpa cooked at that time left a lasting impression on my tongue...

When I was a child, during festivals, I always went back to the country with my father. Eating at dad’s factory. Every time at this time, grandpa would always go to a place far away in advance to buy an old goose, buy spices, and then calculate the time to kill the goose, then take out the heart, liver, blood, etc., wash them, and then heat the pot , put the old goose and condiments and spices in, cook for a while, then rest assured, liver... and finally stew for a long time. My father, my father, and the workers arrived, and the old goose was cooked. I smelled a strong aroma from a distance, and even the cats and dogs were attracted to the kitchen door, meowing at grandpa.

At half past five, all the workers were here, and the vegetables were brought out one after another by the grandparents, but the braised old goose only smelled the aroma, but could not see the real thing. At this time, a strong fragrance came to my nose, wow! It’s the braised old goose that I dream of eating!

The large dining table, which is bigger than the blackboard, is filled with dishes, but I don’t even look at the other dishes, my eyes are fixed on the pot of old goose. Grandpa sitting aside seemed to see what I was thinking, so he moved the pot of old goose in front of me. "Come on, come on, this is your favorite goose head. Come on, little Beibei, eat it quickly. It won't taste good if it gets cold." Grandpa used his rough hands to pick up a goose head for me. . When I saw the goose head, I eagerly took a bite of the goose tongue. "Hmm!" Suddenly, a familiar taste lingered on the tip of my tongue again - the fat but not greasy taste reminded me of the first time I ate old goose...

Sauce The aroma is accompanied by the taste of the old goose itself. The brown-black goose meat is mixed with black spices. It tastes nutritious and delicious, making people salivate... Just when I was about to take a second bite, something suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. The scene when my grandfather rushed to the market to buy old geese on a hot day - he worked hard to buy the old geese for me despite being sweaty and had to process it himself. My eyes suddenly became sour, and I felt as if I had knocked over the five-flavor bottle, but I felt a warm current surging in my heart. "Grandpa, it doesn't taste good." I pretended to look like it didn't taste good, and put the goose head into Grandpa's bowl. Grandpa took one bite after another, and he asked me strangely: "Isn't it delicious? ?" After I laughed, he realized that he had been deceived by me...

Time is gone forever. Nowadays, I am so busy with my work that I rarely have time to visit my grandpa in the factory, but the taste of the braised old goose cooked by grandpa has always been in my heart, just for the taste of love... "Family Love on the Tip of the Tongue Essay 2"

In the dead of night, only the window of my house still shines with a faint white light. There is a plate of dumplings next to my desk. They are crystal clear and slightly shiny. The sour smell of vinegar and the aroma of dumplings fill the air. Picking up a dumpling, dipping it in vinegar and taking a bite, a delicious taste lingers between your lips and teeth, and your thoughts unknowingly return to the past.

Grandma is very good at making snacks, especially dumplings. For a while, whenever I came home, I would see my grandma busy in the kitchen, and from time to time I would hear shouts of "Nanny, eat dumplings!" But in my heart, grandma's dumplings were not as good as mine. The snacks I bought are delicious.

One day after school, I was already hungry and I took the oden into my room. Within a few minutes, grandma came in gently carrying a plate of dumplings: "Nanny, are you tired from studying all day? Come on, come on, try the dumplings made by grandma!" I curled my lips impatiently: " Grandma, I'm tired of eating them!" Grandma frowned, not giving up, and persuaded me: "Hey! Look, I rolled these dumpling wrappers by myself." I looked at the oden, and then at the plate. After taking a perfunctory bite of the colorless dumplings, he said "I'm full" and pushed grandma out of the room with the dumplings.

Soon, grandma returned to her hometown. After school, no one at home calls me to eat dumplings. I don’t know why, but the oden, which was so delicious in my eyes, turned out to be tasteless.

As time goes by, there will be another exam soon. The workload increases and I often have to go to bed very late. Late one night, I was still thinking about my topic and my stomach growled. After turning around, I only found the dumplings that grandma left in the refrigerator. "I'm so hungry, let's just eat a little!" I thought to myself. As the dumplings were cooked, the familiar aroma hit my nostrils, which immediately aroused my appetite. The monotonous white color in my eyes turned into a translucent color under the light, crystal clear. The dumplings made by grandma are so delicious! Not only are they big in size, but they also have a full texture, with thin skin and lots of meat. What surprised me most is that the filling of the dumplings is zucchini and shrimp filling which I love but rarely have! It turns out that grandma’s love for me has always been included in the dumplings.

I was shocked, and a feeling of shame slowly came to my heart. Through the kitchen glass, I seemed to see my grandma busy in the kitchen again.

"Dad, when will grandma come to our house again? I want to call her.

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Grandma’s love is always around me, but I didn’t realize it for a long time, let alone cherish it.

Love is the greatest thing in the world , life is like a flower, and love is the nectar of the flower. May each of us discover love, understand love, and cherish love! Family Essay on the Tip of the Tongue 3

On the winter solstice, eat a steaming bowl of love. Tangyuan, the heat flows into my heart.

Every year during the winter solstice, my grandma will make white and tender dumplings, which are sweet and warm. /p>

When I was a child, I went to school in my hometown. At that time, my parents were not busy at work, and my grandparents had a lot of free time. Every winter solstice, the neighbors would get together to make flour and knead dough. I like to help my grandma make glutinous rice balls. The small dough turns into small balls when kneaded in my hands. They are so cute.

Our glutinous rice balls are different from other places in that there are no sesame seeds in them. Fillings such as peanuts and peanuts are just pure dough without any impurities. Whenever the fabric is about to run out, grandma will take out a small bottle of red paint and paint some on the fabric. Go on. Knead and knead, the fabric will turn pink, and the glutinous rice balls will be tender and tender.

"Come on, eat the newly made glutinous rice balls while they are still cool. "Before I saw anyone, my grandma's voice came first. Immediately afterwards, there was the aroma of glutinous rice balls. The brown sugar water wrapped the round glutinous rice balls, exuding a sweet smell. The bowl in my hand was hot and very warm. I Without caring about anything else, I started eating with a spoon. Grandma sat aside, looked at me, and reminded me with a smile: Eat slowly.

Later, I went to elementary school and no longer studied in my hometown. . I followed my parents to the city. My grandma also came to take care of me. We still have glutinous rice balls every winter solstice, and the taste has not changed.

However, our family has a younger brother, and my parents’ work has gradually changed. I got busy. I thought that there would be no glutinous rice balls in the future, but I didn’t expect that the next morning, there were still sweet and hot glutinous rice balls on the table. The younger brother was making trouble, so in order to prevent him from causing trouble, he put him to sleep before making glutinous rice balls. "I feel warm and distressed for a moment. My brother has to be coaxed for a long time before he can sleep. Grandma must be busy late again.

The glutinous rice balls are as sweet as ever, and the taste is as friendly as ever. Grandma sits aside as always, Just look at me with a smile like that...

The glutinous rice balls on the winter solstice are special to me, and I am lucky.