The taste of home composition 1 Home is like a ship in the sea, no matter how big the wind and waves are, it must move forward; Home is like oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, which makes life interesting; Home is also like a warm embrace, giving young people a kind of dependence.
Every morning, my mother always gets up the earliest, wakes me up when the eggs are ready, and lets me wash and eat. When I was doing this, she was still telling me something that made me pay attention to my health. Mouth, hands are still working. Dad always helps me with my studies, and helps me with my lessons at night, so that I can digest what I have learned during the day. My brother seems to be an easy character. He only goes home after a long vacation, and then plays a song on the guitar to add fun to his family.
The family will never let anyone go.
I remember that just about a week before the National Day, I suddenly got meningitis. My head is about to explode, and my eyes seem to pop out, which is very uncomfortable. At first, I thought it was just a common cold, but in the middle of the night, I couldn't be quiet anymore. I didn't know I had meningitis until I was admitted to the hospital. Before dawn, I got on the bus to Guyuan and lived in Guyuan Hospital.
After hospitalization. Many relatives and friends came to see me again. I feel very happy. It's good to have a home. As the days passed, I got better. Finally, on the National Day, I returned home. Pushing open the door, the smell of home came to my face. ...
Happiness is a happy and happy life. Home also plays this role. A family will always stand the hardships of the wind and waves, and no matter how hard it is, it will not let go of either end.
Home is always happy.
What's the smell of home? Is it a warm smell? Is it the smell of happiness? Is it the smell of happiness? Or the smell of family? ..... the smell of home is endless. The smell of home is full of the fragrance of vegetables. In the evening, after class, I came home tired. Through the kitchen door, I saw my mother's busy figure in the kitchen, smelled the chicken soup specially stewed by my mother, listened to the radio and thought: Go home.
The smell of home is the light that parents wait for when they come home at night. Going home at night, standing outside the door, counting the lighted windows at home, my parents are anxiously waiting for me to go home. In the quiet moonlight, I thought: it's good to have a home!
The smell of home is the strong smell of medicine when you are injured. Once, when I was crossing the street, I was hit by a car. I went to the hospital for stitches and bandages, and my mother took good care of me when I got home. When I was eating, my mother kept picking up dishes for me because I couldn't hold chopsticks in my hand. I thought: this home is really warm!
The smell of home is all sweet-scented osmanthus. Many osmanthus trees are planted in the community. Every October, I go out for a walk at night, and it smells like osmanthus. Osmanthus fragrans trees are flourishing, and the leaves are inlaid with small osmanthus fragrans, clusters and clusters. The fragrance of osmanthus fragrans makes the whole community fragrant. I think home tastes really good!
The taste of home is endless, with the taste of happiness, warmth and affection.
Today, my mother is going to cook one of her best dishes, which is "Braised Crucian Carp".
First, I chose a fresh crucian carp from the vegetable market. My mother and I picked thousands of fish and finally found a lively and vibrant wild crucian carp. In order to keep fresh, I put some water in the plastic bag, got up the courage and carried it home with a red face.
Start killing fish! Look, my mother skillfully grabbed the crucian carp like a loach, put it on the chopping block, and put one hand on the fish's stomach. Crucian carp struggled to get rid of the "talons", but failed. Mother took a kitchen knife and went straight to cut the belly of the fish, so the poor little crucian carp "ascended to heaven", then took out the intestines and threw them into the trash can, leaving some fish bubbles and eggs, then washed the belly with clean water, and finally cut off the scales with a knife, and a clean fish was made.
Everything is ready except the east wind. Turn on the gas stove, pour some delicious rapeseed oil into the pot. After the oil is boiled, put the washed crucian carp into the pot, and it will be golden in a short time, which will hook up all the little greedy insects in my stomach. Then, add the spices prepared in advance: ginger, vinegar, onion ... The whole room is full of attractive fragrance. Pour in hot water, simmer on low heat, and a dish of "braised crucian carp" will be out of the pot! Hot fish, delicious fish soup and shallots make people "drool three thousands of feet". I can't wait to pick up a piece of fresh fish and dip it in delicious soup to send it to my mouth. Wow, this fish is crispy outside and tender inside, delicious and juicy, with endless aftertaste! It's really delicious!
As the saying goes, "Food is the most important thing for the people", and the streets and alleys are full of delicious snacks, but my favorite is the "braised crucian carp" cooked by my mother, because it is the taste of home!
The taste of home composition 4 Every day when I go home, someone watches a big meal; Some people see their parents' serious eyes; Some people see their parents' beautiful and gentle smiles. Let me also talk about the "scenery" of returning home.
I went home as usual that day, and my parents said to me as usual, "Hurry up and do your homework!" " "I think: fortunately, there is not much homework today. I immediately faced my desk and "worked hard". Ten minutes, half an hour. More than an hour passed, and my stomach began to sing an empty dream, but I still sat motionless at my desk, absorbed in doing it, and finally finished all my homework. I shouted, "I finally finished my homework!" " "
My parents were very happy and said for the first time, "You are really awake today. You finished your homework early in the morning. In order to reward you, let's go out for dinner. " I was ecstatic, and the drum of happy composition in my heart was upgraded to a happy symphony. We walked out of the house in high spirits, as if there was wind under our feet, and we walked fast and forcefully. We went to my favorite restaurant. After dinner, we went to the supermarket to buy many daily necessities and some delicious snacks.
On the way home, I quietly asked my mother, "Why are you so kind to me today?" My mother smiled, and her eyes were like a quiet meniscus. She said softly, "Haohao, we have been very kind to you. It's just that your consciousness is not enough, and we are so strict. If you want to manage yourself, of course we are willing to give you freedom and let you go. "
I nodded thoughtfully. It turns out that the taste of home is determined by my performance. When awake, the taste of home is sweet; When I make trouble, the taste of home is bitter; When you are in conflict with your parents, the taste at home is sour; Being criticized, the taste of home is spicy.
The smell of tea is an intoxicating smell, which has been deeply rooted in people's hearts and in everyone's hearts in our warm little family. Dad loves tea, mom loves tea, and I love tea, too. The taste of tea is the taste of home.
Dad loves nature, and he loves the long fragrance of green tea. Every time he drinks tea, he uses the blue and white porcelain tea set that he has used many times. He said that the longer the tea set is used, the better the tea will be. I like this combination. The white porcelain tea set is filled with clear green tea, just like a pool of clear water between bamboo forests, reflecting the blue clouds in the sky and the birds singing and bamboo, clear and lonely. Xiao Sheng comes from the valley. When drinking tea, he feels the elegance of nature. Every wisp of tea tastes of mint. As my father said, the sweetness of tea can't be felt without careful tasting.
Mother likes drinking black tea. Many afternoons, I saw her drinking tea in the sun. A beige teacup with white stripes, with a cup of black tea in it. The new one is delicious. Although not as fresh as green tea, each kind of tea smells sweet and gentle with maternal love.
I like drinking milk tea. In the relaxed sunshine, a small spoon in a teacup with a cartoon pattern flashed silver. Young, lively and lovely. Intoxicated by the purity of original milk tea, intoxicated by the long fragrance of wheat-flavored milk tea. Accompanied by violin, I smoked a cup of milk tea in euphemistic music. What a unique flavor!
The taste of home is the taste of tea; Where there is home, there is love; Where there is love, there is tea.
The taste of home composition 6 My home has a taste, which is the sweet and delicious taste of mutual concern and warmth like chocolate.
A few days ago, dad was going on a business trip to prepare for the exam. My mother wants my father to get good grades and not be disturbed by the outside world. Every time my father is reviewing a book, she says to me, "Dad is going to have an exam, so don't disturb him." Whenever my mother says this, I feel the taste that my mother cares about my father. This is the taste of home.
Finally, the day came when my father was on a business trip. My mother ran downstairs to send clothes to my father and told him to pay attention to safety and concentrate on the exam. Seeing this scene, I can feel the warmth of home again.
After my father went on a business trip, my mother and I began to count the days waiting for my father's return. On Monday night, my father finally came back, and I heard the thunder in my father's handbag in the distance. I couldn't wait to snatch the bag from my father and open it. Wow! Sure enough, there are many delicious foods!
I quickly took out a bag of biscuits from my bag and wolfed it down. Although I feel the sweet and delicious taste of biscuits from my mouth, I feel more at home in my heart.
My parents love me and I care about my parents.
Once, my mother got sick with a cold. Dad doesn't come back at night, only my mother and I are at home. What about dinner? At the moment, my stomach is growling with hunger. Suddenly, an idea occurred to me. Cook for mom! I want to do it. I first pour the eggs into the pot, then put the cut tomatoes into the pot, add a little onion and ginger, then pour in boiling water, and then add the right amount of salt after the water is boiled. Tomato and egg soup is ready!
I personally put a bowl of steaming soup in front of my mother. My mother smiled and ate a lot of love soup.
This is a caring and warm home!
The taste of home 7 is delicious with endless aftertaste, and everything is "sweet, sour, spicy and salty" ...
Home is a spoonful of sweet-scented osmanthus honey, with a hint of bitterness in the rich fragrance. The warm sunshine in autumn faded away from the heat in summer and shone on grandma's kind face impartially. On the creaking rocking chair, grandma is holding a book and wearing reading glasses, absorbed in reading. I leaned in front of the door, moved to the small bench next to me, and crept close to her, trying to share this quiet time with her. Grandma hugged me slowly and gently stroked my cheek with her slender hands. Look at the jumping words on the book; Listening to the unhurried voice of the rocking chair; Smell the refreshing fragrance of osmanthus ... "When people are free, osmanthus falls", at that moment, sweetness comes to mind!
Home is a glass of indifferent and tasteless water. I kept stirring and boiling into a pot of green tea. "Tea is not intoxicating, everyone is drunk." When I walked into the examination room, my heart was full of a lively little white rabbit, jumping and uneasy. Recall that kind words-behind every effort, there must be double returns. I clenched my fist and turned tension into strength. The article was written wonderfully.
Home is a bowl of bitter medicine. Good medicine tastes bitter and is good for illness, but advice when unpleasant is good for action! Countdown to the exam, when my parents are busy with work, I quietly turn on the TV and indulge in funny cartoons. Suddenly, a pair of expectant eyes appeared in my mind, looking at me affectionately, gentle as water. I turn off the TV and open the book ... May time pay off and get the ideal result!
"Sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty" is the taste of home, love and growth!
I like to eat fish, especially hairtail, because hairtail has fewer bones, tender meat and super good taste. Why is it delicious? Because my family has the "unique secret recipe" of braised sweet and sour hairtail, as long as there is this dish on the table, the sweet and sour taste will definitely make people appetite, and I can't help but want to add another bowl of rice!
Oil, salt, onion, ginger and rock sugar are essential ingredients for hairtail. When buying hairtail, you should choose hairtail with moderate width, and the scales should be bright silver, which makes it look stronger as a whole. Clean the fish, cut it into small pieces, and start frying the fish until it turns golden brown. Next, it's time to show our exclusive knife skills. Cut the prepared materials into cubes, just like making fancy clothes for fish, and stir-fry them in a pot. They are like elves bathing in a pot. Sprinkle these elves on the fish, and the fish in fancy clothes will be more active. Finally, it will be sugar. If you use rock sugar, the taste will be different. Finally, you can boil the soup with a big fire. Put it on a plate like a twinkling star, smell it, wow! How fragrant it is!
This taste is so delicious that I can't help wanting to try it. When I gently take it, the silk will be pulled up, dipped in a little fish juice, sweet and sour, and put a bite in my mouth, which is delicious and delicious. I believe this dish has appeared on many people's tables. It's easy to make, and it's my favorite taste from snacks to home. ...
The taste of home composition 9 The taste of home is the taste of happiness, love and happiness. It is said that home is a harbor of happiness, the foothold of a hard day, infinite sweetness and the source of motivation.
I still remember when I was six years old, I tasted the taste of home, which I will never forget.
Dad's specialty is Chili fried meat, which is the kind of delicious Chili fried meat. This is a special dish only in my family. Although there is this dish on the market, it can't stir up this kind of love.
Pepper fried meat from the first bite to the bottom of the basin, each bite can bring you different fragrance stimulation, especially the smell rushing into the nasal cavity, which makes people feel very comfortable, boasting: "This is the great love on earth!"
I am the biggest fan of my father's private kitchen, and I am completely impressed by this unique delicacy and deep love. This is the taste I grew up with. This is my father's, this is my family's holiday, and the whole family eats this taste together. I am content with the taste of happiness.
That smell is deeply buried in my heart. Once the taste changed slightly, I knew that it was probably not made by my father himself.
Perhaps, the taste of home can be sweet or salty. But this taste needs our whole family to adjust. I hope this taste is sweet, not bitter and spicy, which will make the family harmonious.
I like the strong smell of home.
The Taste of Home Composition 10 Unconsciously, I have become a slim girl in the mouth of my grandparents, and a harmonious family style has given birth to a lively and cheerful me. I have been immersed in the strong smell of home since I was a child.
I want to take a big bite of my home and taste it. It must be sweet. One day at school last year, I was trapped in school by sudden heavy rain. I watched anxiously as my classmates left one after another. When I looked around a little lost, a cry came, it was mom! I rushed over and held my mother's hand tightly. My mother took my hand and said with a smile, "Hurry up, let's go home." Hmm! My heart is full of sweetness and I am happy to go home.
Maybe it's sour? I like eating sweet and sour pork ribs cooked by my father best. Dad will deliberately add more vinegar when cooking this dish. Mom is always frowning and sour, and I will eat a lot, because dad knows that I like the taste of vinegar, which is sour.
Maybe it's bitter. One night, I had a high fever because of a cold. 1 celsius "is so high? Mom and dad quickly rummaged through the closet to find antipyretics for me to eat, and posted a cooling sticker for me, so I fell asleep in a daze. When I woke up the next day, I turned around and saw my mother asleep beside me. Her eyes were dark, so I could see that she didn't sleep much all night. Thought of here in the mind surges a bitter.
Now I'm in the sixth grade, and I always want to get rid of my parents' bondage. It's probably what my father always said about the rebellious period. I have refuted them many times, but they never care. Maybe this is a family relationship. I am like a kite, flying freely in the sky, but there is such a thin thread pulling me so that I won't fall. This is my place .
Year after year, everything is changing, but the taste of home will never change, whether it is ups and downs, it is the taste of home I love.
The taste composition of home is 1 1. This simple Chinese character carries too many emotions. Some people say that home is the harbor of the soul, and the sustenance of the soul is our strongest backing. When it comes to home, people first think of their parents' kind faces, their constant care and help 365 days a year, and their rough hands giving you bills.
However, for me, the most unforgettable thing at home is the smell of food floating in the air. On that snowy day, I took a sip of butter tea made by my mother, which was warm to my heart and lungs; After a crazy day outside, I came home hungry, and the table was full of all kinds of food you like. The family stood in front of the stove with anticipation, and put all their love for you into the food, forming the most delicious seasoning.
Perhaps the food at home is not as exquisite as the food in the restaurant, but the love that is integrated into the food at home is something you will never taste in the restaurant. In the thick fragrance of rice, the family sat together and chatted with their families while eating. Occasionally, a word of care and encouragement makes the atmosphere of the dinner more warm.
At a certain moment, I seem to smell the delicious food at home and see the smiling faces of my family ... At this moment, I just want to fly home, drink a hot buttered tea and eat a highland barley cake made by my mother.
As time goes by, although I am getting farther and farther away from home, the fragrance full of love is getting stronger and stronger, which permeates the hearts of wanderers.
The taste of home composition 12 The typhoon is very strong today. Just like the sinister laughter of the typhoon, the tree became a puppet of the typhoon, constantly switching channels and dancing with the wind speed of the typhoon. If you watch it at night, you will think it is a monster growling!
At home, it's warm. My sister and I are doing homework, my brother and sister are playing games, and my mother is preparing lunch. But after a while, my mother shouted, "There are no onions. Go to the store to buy some. " "Why me? From top to bottom, it is not my turn! " I said reluctantly. "Stop dawdling and go!" I can't resist my mother's orders. As the saying goes, people are iron, rice is steel, and they are hungry without eating a meal. I can only bite the bullet and leave my sweet home.
Just downstairs, a gust of wind blew on my face, and I couldn't help shivering. I thought, go early and come back early. The wind raged, blowing leaves flapping against each other, and occasionally branches and leaves fell off. It seems to be against me, pushing me all the time and not letting me go forward. I rushed forward with all my strength and finally rushed to my shop panting.
When I got to the store, I took the onion back. Before I knocked on the door, the door opened and bumped into my mother. My mother looked at me and said, "Why is it so slow? I'm almost ready for dinner. I just need one dish. " It turns out that my mother can't wait for me at the door. She quickly let me in, took the onion, went into the kitchen, and then got busy again. The meal was ready, and the smell made my mouth water outside thousands of feet, so the whole family got together for lunch.
Looking at this picture, I can't help but sigh: this is the taste of home. Sometimes sweet as honey, sometimes sour as vinegar, and sometimes spicy as pepper. They are intertwined, forming a colorful life in my childhood, which makes me remember deeply.
The Taste of Home Composition 13 Home is the harbor of human mind and the sustenance of soul. Life is like a voyage. When you are bored drifting at sea, you always expect to find a place to settle down and have a rest. This is the existence of home.
Some people say that the taste of home is the appearance of a family eating together and making noise. It is also said that the taste of home is those regular trifles. For me, the smell of home is the nagging of grandparents.
Are there always a few people in your family who are nagging and buzzing in your ear, which makes people upset? You may be your mother, your grandparents, and my little bee is my grandparents.
Every morning, my grandparents began to nag in my ear in turn, even brushing their teeth and washing their faces. Although I am used to it, I still can't reach the level of "inner peace" and I will always be impatient. When you were impatient, they were unhappy and began to give me "psychological counseling"-"I didn't do it for your own good! I don't care who cares! You are a child who doesn't know good or bad! " Grandma always said that. But when she said this, her heart remained unchanged, worrying about this and that for me every day. Every time I think about it, my heart is warm.
When I go to school, they will do housework at home. At noon, they will call again to ask questions, and I always hang up impatiently. But after school in the evening, a day's study and life made me very tired. At this time, I actually believed my grandparents' nagging, so I ran home every time. When I saw those two familiar and kind faces and the sweet nagging sounded again, a happy smile appeared on my face.
Home is the ultimate harbor of life. A lamp, a bowl of hot noodles and a nagging all smell of home. The smell of home gives me motivation to move forward!
The taste of home composition 14 I said that home is the taste of happiness.
I have been pursuing happiness for a long time, but what is happiness? When you get a toy, it is a surprise; Satisfied when full; Or the pleasure of visiting places of interest; Still.
But at this moment, I finally understand that the happiness I have been ignoring has always been with me. This smells like home.
As long as I can remember, home is a piece of lavender dipped in honey, which is both fragrant and sweet; Home is a cradle full of toys, which is both happy and warm. I am like a boat, and my home is always my happiest harbor. Home has many flavors, and the strongest flavor is love. It is not so unforgettable as love, so pure and beautiful as friendship, it is just a simple love without any disguise, and this taste is really worth nostalgia. This smell pervades my growth path, and it points out the direction of my life like a street lamp. When you are alone in a foreign country in the dark night, you will miss the smell of home. Because it once gave you an ignorant sense of security and the most intimate care. When you are injured by pursuing your dream, this smell will make you summon up courage to cheer up again until your dream comes true. Because home will always be your strongest backing; Yongyun is the most solid arm you can rely on.
Occasionally a few whistles came from the silent night, and I gradually fell asleep with the sound. In my dream, I seemed to smell the smell of home, which fascinated me so much.
The taste of home composition 15 In this world, everything has a taste, the breeze has a refreshing and pleasant taste, the sea has a magnificent taste, and the mountains and rivers have a steep and straight taste. But you know what? My house smells, too.
Dad smells like honey. Dad will come and help you when you are sad. He will let you know for yourself, put yourself in your shoes and tell you a little joke, as sweet as honey. Maybe because my father smells like honey, he is as diligent as a bee. I often see my father learning English there alone and practicing website operation at night 12. So I admire my father very much.
My mother is a western doctor. There is delicious sugar coating outside, but bitter medicine inside. At ordinary times, my mother is like sugar, sweet and gentle. But if you can't do it well, or uncover the bottom of your mother, the "medicine" inside will come out. Every time at this time, I have to get a headache from my mother's "golden hoop curse" This is not bad. If my mother uses Tathagata, I'm really finished. However, "a good medicine tastes bitter and is good for illness, but advice when unpleasant is good for action." I know whether my mother beat me or scolded me is for my own good.
And me! It tastes like soda. I will not hesitate to help you when you need it, just like you want a soda when you are thirsty. But if you accidentally trigger me, my temper will pop out like a soda bubble. Do you think I smell like soda?
Perhaps, every home tastes different, but I think, as long as you are considerate of your family and put yourself in the other's shoes, then the taste of every home will become happy and beautiful.