On Saturday, I heard the sound of running water, so I came down from upstairs and went to the kitchen to see that my mother was cooking. When my mother was ready to wash vegetables, I immediately moved a small bench. I sat there watching my mother wash the vegetables. When washing vegetables, the water makes a "rushing" sound. Ah! How fast the water is flowing! After washing vegetables, we began to cut vegetables. When cutting vegetables, the kitchen knife and knife board make a "pedal" sound. Just like us, when we step on the ground with our feet, we will also make a "pedal" sound. As fast as a flying knife. When you finish cutting vegetables and start cooking, you make a "squeaky" sound, just like a chicken crowing. It's really like going to the country.
My kitchen is full of noise and smoke. This is my vibrant kitchen.
Our kitchen composition is written in the form of total score. As long as you have been to my house, you must know that my kitchen is very big, which is bigger than my own room.
The kitchen door is made of glass. The glass is clean and dazzling. I can't see any stains on the glass.
Walk in and you will see a black and white mini water dispenser. This water dispenser is divided into two parts. The upper part is divided, and the lower part is divided. When you open the upper part of the door, you will see a transparent teapot filled with hot water. As long as you press the hot water button on it, hot water will automatically flow into the hole of the teapot. what do you think? Is this water dispenser good?
Go in again and you will see a refrigerator as big as two doors as you have never seen before. There are many delicious foods in this refrigerator. You will drool after reading them.
Then, a console made of marble is displayed in front of you. This console is white with many beautiful patterns engraved on it, which is very beautiful.
There is also a big air conditioner in my kitchen, which is on all day. Because some foods will expire if you don't put them in the refrigerator, and some foods won't fit in the refrigerator, so turn on the air conditioner. If you stay in the kitchen for a long time, you will feel cold.
According to my father, his family was poor when he was a child. At that time, the kitchen was very small and dirty. No refrigerator, no water dispenser. Let me have a look at the kitchen now, and then think about the old kitchen. There is a big difference. Now, high technology is very convenient for us. At that time, there was no high technology, and even water had to be pumped out of the well outside.
3. An article describing the kitchen Zhang Guoli, a middle-aged male writer in Taiwan Province Province, has a petty bourgeoisie who wrote an article entitled "Kitchen Evolution", reviewing his mother's kitchen, his ex-wife's kitchen and his own kitchen, and describing in more detail the kitchen he and his wife now own. Mom's kitchen is a magical space that he thought "put the dough into the steamer, and the steamer will automatically spit out delicious Chinese cabbage buns after a few hours"; His ex-wife's kitchen is a strange space. He never pokes his foot into a semi-disabled man. He is spoiled. Your own kitchen is a fashion space to maintain the relationship between father and daughter and pursue your girlfriend by the way; Now, the open kitchen owned by my wife is an important space for the right living room, the back desk and the smell of food that permeates the whole house from time to time.
This writer's pen is always full of magnetism. I visited his kitchen for a while, and I remembered the kitchen I had been to.
I remember it was in the mid-1970s. We moved to a tube-shaped building in my father's unit. * * * Two floors, open-air stairs. Limited housing, basically a family of four is divided into two single rooms, each about 12- 15 square meters. The residents inside don't have a separate kitchen. Every household has a briquette stove in the corridor, next to a long table with a chopping board and some pots and pans. The public water room is at the end of the corridor. Every time I wash vegetables and fill pots, I have to walk through a long corridor and take a look at the furnishings that others always think are more beautiful than my own.
Opposite the door is a Shandong person. Their breakfast, lunch and dinner are always noodles, steamed bread, pancakes and other pasta. Because of them, I knew for the first time that steamed bread can be round, and my previous understanding of the shape of steamed bread was limited to the shape of steamed bread cut with a knife. In this aisle kitchen, my family should not be able to cook delicious dishes. As far as I can remember, the young couple next door and next door often fry spicy peppers, making the whole floor smoky and sneezing.
In the early 1980s, my kitchen was a single room, and the outside was made of wood boards, linoleum and other materials, with an area of about 8-9 square meters. Pots and pans are placed on the long table, and pots and pans are placed in the cupboard, lined up along the wall. Simple window with a stove under the window frame. If it rains, pull the stove away from the window, because the edge of the window is not well sealed and the rain will seep in. At that time, honeycomb briquette was burned, and the furnace was sealed at night, and there was no need to regenerate the furnace for several days. It's my job to make a stove, so what impressed me most in this kitchen is that I was smoked to tears, and my mother also blamed me for not sealing the stove last night. As a result, I may eat raw rice at noon and be late for work and school in the afternoon.
Another thing happened in this kitchen, which I will never forget. Because the kitchen is in disrepair, there is a wide gap between the boards on the wall. One winter night, a wild cat seemed to use bone shrinkage to get through a wide crack, then managed to get into the bedroom next to my kitchen and jumped on my bed. Because of the cold, it arched hard under the bed. I vaguely felt something, trying to push the "obstacle" away, but I didn't expect to touch a furry living thing. I sat up with a "wow-"and subconsciously threw the wild cat out. The cat gave a meow and ran away. I stayed there for a long time and didn't find my soul. Since then, I have been insulated from furry pets.
1985, I finally walked into the kitchen of the apartment. The windows are watertight and the walls are airtight. Black coal was replaced by gas. Looking around the kitchen, it is spacious and bright, and the items are scattered all over the floor. However, this neat arrangement will be accidentally destroyed.
At that time, dad often went on business trips. When dad is on a business trip, mom tries to avoid killing chickens and geese. Once my father was on a long business trip, my mother saw that the live chicken at home was getting thinner and thinner, and she was distressed and determined to kill it. I am called an "accomplice" in the kitchen. My job is to hold the chicken tightly: hold the drumstick in my right hand, twist the chicken neck with my left hand, and wipe the chicken neck with my mother's knife. As a result, my mother's hand was shaking all the time, and the chicken struggled badly in pain. As soon as I let go, the chicken banged around in the kitchen with a bloody neck. I stood still, and my mother scolded me for being useless and ordered me to catch chickens. People struggle with chickens, and finally chickens are not enemies, but are caught, slaughtered and scalded. . . After stopping, I looked at the kitchen after the chicken flew, two words-"chaos".
4. My kitchen composition is 200 words. This is my kitchen. This room is a long and narrow rectangle. Walking into the kitchen, right in front of me is the pool, which is where I wash dishes. The swimming pool is close to the window, so the lighting is better. There is a row of cooking tables against the wall on the left, with a burning stove embedded in the middle and a matching range hood on it; There is a row of medium-high cabinets on the right side of the wall, which contain my pots, pans and small tableware I cherish. I always buy some new tableware from time to time. There are many things on the cupboard, such as fruit baskets, rice cookers and so on. There is a refrigerator next to the cupboard, and there is always a lot of food in it. There is a microwave oven on the refrigerator. I always make some popcorn to eat, and I never get tired of it. Oh, there is another thing missing, that is, the light in my kitchen. The crystal lamp on the ceiling is specially equipped to create an atmosphere. Very distinctive, but it is very troublesome to clean.
This is my kitchen, the birthplace of my food.
Write a composition with a fairy tale about what happened in the kitchen. 400 words late at night. Master has fallen asleep, and the kitchen is quiet. Soon, the kitchen began to be lively. I saw bowls, chopsticks, rice cookers, spoons, microwave ovens and refrigerators ... running out to play one after another. Some of them are whispering, some are singing, some are practicing martial arts and some are dancing. At this time, everyone said in unison: "Good!" Brother Wan spoke first and said, "Of course, I do the most things. I help young master pack food and vegetables every day. Without me, young master can't eat! " "Spoon elder sister said with a loud voice," as far as you are concerned, you dare to say that you do the most, and you are not ashamed. Of course, I have done the most things. Without me, young master can't drink soup. "The partners didn't agree with what they said, and the chopsticks brothers proudly said," None of you did as much as I did. Without me, wouldn't the young master rob the rice with his bare hands? What's the use of bowls and spoons! Uncle microwave oven said unconvinced, "I do the most things!" "I do the most things! Without me, young master can only eat raw and cold! " ..... In this way, everyone said that they did the most, and time passed like this, and there was no result that everyone agreed with. At this time, grandpa refrigerator spoke, and suddenly, the kitchen was quiet. Grandpa refrigerator said, "stop arguing, in fact, you are all great." Thank you very much, master, but think about it. Can we separate you and let the young master use only bowls or spoons? Can young hosts have delicious hot meals? It is definitely impossible! Only by uniting and cooperating and doing our best can we give full play to our role, right? " After listening to grandpa's words, they seemed to understand a lot of truth at once, stopped talking, and restored their initial calm. At dawn, the young master got up. Brother Bowl, Brother Chopsticks, and Sister Spoon jumped into the disinfection cabinet, ready to work for the young master again.
6. Future Kitchen Composition I came home from school today and saw my mother lying in bed. It turns out that my mother is ill.
I didn't bother my mother. I went to the kitchen alone to find something to eat. But I searched the kitchen, almost turned it upside down, and found nothing to eat. Just when my stomach was almost flat, God had eyes and my father came back.
As soon as dad came in, I urged him to cook quickly. Dad said, "Come and be my little helper!" " ""good! " I readily promised.
It's time to cook, dad. Mix noodles. And facing dad, it's a piece of cake.
It is difficult for me to peel onions and garlic. When peeling garlic, the garlic slices seem to point at me on purpose, and my nails hurt, but they are still not clean; Peeling onions is even harder. The spicy taste of onions makes me want to cry.
Dad started cooking, and I watched, but the idea of oil jumped on me, whether I like it or not. "ouch!" It was so hot that I screamed.
I understand now that cooking is not an easy task. At this moment, it suddenly occurred to me that it would be great if there was a voice-activated kitchen! In the evening, I had a dream that our family had installed a high-tech sound control kitchen. I was so happy that I immediately let the kitchen utensils cook a delicious meal. As soon as the voice fell, pots and pans came naturally.
Chopsticks put a lamb chop in my mouth, and before I could swallow it, the spoon gave me a spoonful of soup. Just after drinking, chopsticks were busy stuffing their mouths, and all kinds of delicious food were available. I was very happy to eat! I just had a good meal, and suddenly a harsh * * * blew away all my delicious food. Although the dream is awake, my thoughts are still in the dream. I believe that this great project will be completed by myself in the near future! Baidu experts will be happy to answer your questions. If you find it helpful, please give me a favorable comment. Thank you.
7.600-word composition: In the kitchen, I love my warm home, especially my kitchen. The attractive fragrance can drift away at any time, and then I will "thousands of feet drool". Then go there and secretly eat something delicious when mom or dad aren't looking. Not only that, there will be a wonderful kitchen symphony before my "thousands of feet drools".
Mom may have accidentally "baa baa" again. That's because the stainless steel basin fell to the ground and made a whirling gong or a crunchy bang. At that time, because the ground was too slippery, my mother threw the plate or bowl as a flying saucer, and then it broke when it landed, so it exploded and was blown to pieces, but that was rare.
Mother kept cooking with a spoon, much like a conductor holding a finger, and dad was chopping vegetables. That was the sound of drums. Dad is coarse and fine, and cutting vegetables is a delicate job, but dad does it well and quickly, as if "Dad cuts vegetables-coarse and fine". Although my mother is like a commander-in-chief, she still lags behind my father in cooking. But dad belongs to the hidden type. Unless there is something important, my father will show his skill and cook my favorite tomato fish and scallion fish. Many guests came to my house and ate the "fairy flavor" cooked by my father, and they were full of praise. Then a few days later, they called and asked dad how to cook these two dishes. When dad told them the secret recipe, they couldn't make the taste. They can't.
I like this place that can make incense and be a concert hall. It is precisely because my good fathers like it very much that I like to watch the Kitchen Symphony here, and my father likes to shine here, so my father and I are both fat.
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8. Composition: In the kitchen, 600 words are urgent, "Time is up!" My grandmother said, "The great moment has come! Are you ready, my baby? " It's exactly half past seven.
Bruno is about to finish the fourth banana in the glass jar. "Wait a minute," he said. "Just a few mouthfuls."
"no!" My grandmother said, "We have to go!" She picked him up and held him tightly in her hand. She's nervous.
I have never seen her like this. "I'll put you two in my handbag now," she said, "but don't button up."
She let Bruno play first. I waited with a small bottle in my arms.
"Now it's you," she said, grabbing me and kissing my nose. "Good luck, my baby. Oh, you know you have a tail, right? " "A what?" I said.
"A tail, a long curved tail." "To tell you the truth, I didn't expect it," I said. "Oh, my God, I do have a tail! I see it now! I can still swing it! Isn't it great? " "I only mention it because you might need it when you are climbing in the kitchen," my grandmother said. "You can roll it up and hook something with it, so you can shake your body and drop it from a height to the ground."
"I wish I knew that," I said, "so I can practice how to use it." "It's too late now," my grandmother said. "We have to go."
She put me in her handbag and let me stay with Bruno. As usual, I immediately got into the small bag next to me so that I could stick my head out to see the situation of Zhou sleepy.
My grandmother picked up her cane, walked out into the corridor and walked to the elevator. She pressed the button and when the elevator came up, she got in.
There is no one else in the elevator. "Listen," she said, "I can't talk to you as soon as I get to the restaurant.
If I talk, people will think I'm crazy and talking to myself. "The elevator came to the bottom, a shock stopped.
My grandmother got out of the elevator, crossed the hotel lobby and walked into the restaurant. This is a big room, the ceiling is painted with gold, and there are big mirrors embedded in the surrounding walls.
Guests always reserve seats in advance, and most of them have settled down and started eating dinner. The waiter came and went with plates, and he was very busy.
Our table is very small, in the middle of the dining room, near the wall on the right. My grandmother walked all the way there and sat down.
I stuck my head out of my handbag and saw two long tables in the middle of the room. No one is there yet. On each long table, there is a card clip on the silver socket, which reads: Member of the Royal Society for the Prevention of Child Abuse.
My grandmother looked at two long tables and said nothing. She opened the napkin and spread it on the handbag on her leg.
Her hand reached under her napkin and caught me gently. She covered me with a napkin, held me up in front of her and whispered, "I'm going to put you under the table."
The tablecloth almost covers the ground, so no one will see you. Do you have a bottle? ""Yes, "I answered calmly." I'm ready, grandma. "
Just then, a waiter in black came and stood at our table. I saw his leg from under the napkin, and I could know who he was from the sound.
His name is William. "Hello, madam," he said to my grandmother, "where is your little master tonight?" "He doesn't feel well," my grandmother said. "He stayed in his room."
"What a pity," said William. "There is mung bean soup tonight. The main courses you can choose are fried halibut steak or roast mutton. " "Please give me mung bean soup and roast mutton," said my grandmother, "but not too fast, William.
I am free tonight. You can have a glass of dry sherry first. "
"Certainly, madam." William said that and left.
My grandmother pretended to drop something, bent down and put me on the floor under the table from under the napkin. "Go, baby, go."
She said softly. Then she sat back.
Now it's all on my own. I stood up with a small bottle in my arms.
I know where the kitchen door is. I have to go around half a big restaurant to get there.
I think I'll go this way and run from under the table to the wall like lightning. I don't want to go through the restaurant.
That's too dangerous. My plan is to bypass the kitchen door along the wall.
I ran away. Oh, how I ran like hell.
I don't think anyone has seen me. They are busy eating. But you have to go through the main entrance of the restaurant to reach the kitchen door.
I was about to pass when a large group of women rushed in. I put the bottle close to the wall.
At first, I only saw the shoes and ankles of the women flooding in, but when I looked up a little, I immediately saw who they were. All the people who come to dinner are witches! I waited until they all left, and then rushed to the kitchen door.
A waiter was opening the door to the kitchen, so I followed him in and hid behind a big trash can. I hid for a few minutes and listened to all the conversations with my ears open.
God, what a place is the kitchen! It's steaming noisy! Plates and pots are banging! The chefs are shouting! The waiters hurried in and out of the restaurant, shouting the names of the dishes at the chefs! "Table 28 has four soups, two mutton and two fish! /kloc-table 0/7, two apple pies and two strawberry ice creams! " There are endless shouts about this kind of thing. Not far from my head, a handle extends from the trash can.
I jumped up with the bottle, did a somersault and grabbed the handle with my tail. My body suddenly turned upside down and rocked back and forth.
It's terrible. But I like this.
I said to myself: trapeze artists must feel this way when they shake at the height of the acrobatic shed. The only difference is that his high pendulum can only swing back and forth, while my high pendulum (my tail) can swing in any direction at will.
Maybe I can be an acrobatic mouse. Just then, a waiter came in with a plate in his hand. I heard him say, "The old witch at table 14 said the meat was too old! She wants to change a piece! " A chef said, "Give me her plate!" " "I fell to the ground and peeked from behind the trash can.
I saw the chef shovel the meat off the plate and replace it with another piece. Then he said, "Come on, guys, give her some gravy!" " "He handed the plates to the people in the kitchen one by one.
Do you know what they are doing? Every cook and kitchen boy spat on the old lady's plate! "Now let's see if she likes it!" The cook said to return the plate to the waiter. Soon another waiter came in, named.
9. Write a dark kitchen composition 300 words At night, the bright moon Ran Ran rises in the sky, and the stars follow the moon back to the sky. When the moon and the stars ... fell asleep, the chopsticks, forks, knives and plates in my kitchen ran out of the cupboard and started the "Who is the best" competition.
The chopsticks family was the first to jump out and proudly said, "We in Kai Zi can help people pick vegetables, so our family should win the championship in this competition!" At this moment, fork said to everyone with contemptuous eyes, "Hum, you can only help China people. What about me? Foreigners can use me, so can people in China. Foreigners use me to eat western food, and China people use me ... ""What can I do with you? Asshole, you need my copper. Foreigners use me to cut beef when eating western food. People in China use me to cut fruit. Anyway, I am more useful! " The knife said proudly. At this time, they made a lot of noise and woke up everything they were sleeping, but they still didn't notice it, and the noise was getting louder and louder. After seeing the plate, he said, "Stop! You started fighting without telling me what I was using! Don't put me in the eye? " The fork, chopsticks and knife said, "Say it now!" The plate says, "I can hold many things: fruits and vegetables." ... besides, your food was taken from me, and the champion should be me! " "
They have been unable to tell the champion, so they asked Grandpa Biao to tell them the champion. Grandpa Biao said, "Every one of you is a champion, and everyone has his own purpose. You should live in harmony so that you can grow up together. " Grandpa's words made everyone bow their heads in shame.
The quarrel in the kitchen is finally over, and everyone finally lives in harmony!
A dark kitchen
10. Write a composition of about 200 words with the discussion in the kitchen. On Sunday, I was doing my homework. Suddenly I heard the noise, so I followed it to the kitchen. It turns out that the vegetables are having a discussion meeting.
First of all, Miss Radish appeared. As soon as Miss Radish appeared, she said, "Although I am ugly, beautiful in heart and rich in nutrition, the children don't like me, even our young master doesn't like me. She didn't even look at me. I am very sad. "
Then Mr. Soybean came. He cried and said, "I am the king of beans, the bean of beans." However, some children like me too much and always ignore me. I feel very sad. "Say that finish, came to a corner and began to cry.
Sister-in-law Chicken Bone, who was sleeping on the side, was also woken up and said with a smile, "You vegetables are really useless. Why are you so despised? " Look at me, how delicious I am. I ate a whole chicken so quickly. At this moment, Dr. Cabbage stood up and said, "Do you see the big fat man and the little fat man on the road?" Do you know why they are so fat? That's because they eat too much meat, not too many vegetables, and no nutritious ABCDE, so they have so much fat.
I stood by the door, blushing, and thought, "I will definitely tell picky children and myself that they should eat more vegetables and less meat, and they must pay attention to nutrition, so that they can grow up healthily."