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This composition is about 2 100 words in senior three. The title is Man-Han Banquet. Welcome to contribute enthusiastically. Man-Han banquet-youth? The taste of growing up: Hejing M. Guo, from Class 24, Grade 2, once wrote in "Sadness flows against the river": "Youth is like a drip bottle hanging overhead. Drop by drop passes cleanly ┅┅ "I said: Youth will never be like an hourglass, which can slip away or go backwards.

Life is like a long refill, and every step of growth will leave a deep and vivid impression.

Growth is a table of delicious food.

When I was a child, I always wanted to drink black rice porridge, which was the sweetest, even sweeter than honey. So, I naively want to put a little more sugar in the porridge, so the sugar is more than the porridge, and it will be sweet to my heart after a sip.

How strange!

So many spoonfuls of sugar disappeared in the blink of an eye. Crying, where's the sugar? Where is the sugar? Mom said, Sugar Baby is playing hide-and-seek with you!

Only you can find it.

A seemingly ordinary phenomenon sometimes contains profound truth.

I probably believed it for a long time, a child. After all, I have always been so innocent. I just thought the sugar was gone, but I didn't feel the bowl in my hand. The porridge in the bowl becomes very thick.

Sometimes, I really want to go back to the past, but the past is over. How can we see a wider sky when we go back? After years of recollection, I found that it does contain profound wisdom.

Sugar has been dissolved in porridge, and we need to discover, discover and taste it ourselves before we can feel it.

After talking about soup, it's time to talk about staple food!

Northerners love noodles, but sometimes, I really sympathize with noodles. People only know the meaning of its existence, but ignore its connotation.

Noodles are always swallowed into our stomachs at that moment. I wonder if anyone has noticed that a small bowl of noodles can be a warning to our lives.

It, always inadvertently, has laid a tight encirclement for its owner-it can't be seen clearly, and it has been cut all the time, and the reason is still chaotic.

It's actually a kind of interference.

The disturbance that did not belong to our era was reflected by a small convex lens of this era, splashing a splash. It seems that in life, there is no dryness at all. But "flowing eastward into the sea" like a stream gradually merging into a river, which is getting more and more serious.

It turns out that our expectations, in this confusion, gradually disappear, not without a trace, nor without a trace, but submerged by the chaos of this moment, and so is happiness.

This disturbance, like the shadow of a tree in summer, seems to be real and unreal, not a bubble, and disappears with the wind, not a bubble. Even in the cold winter, it still exists, but this existence is a kind of potential, which has not yet been explored, and it can be regarded as a trace of happiness in winter!

It is neither cold nor warm.

Sometimes, just like dreaming, I don't know if it's true or not.

We have probably been trying to get rid of such troubles and growing troubles. This is not an exaggeration, because most people will think that this will only increase our worries.

That should be a common problem in human thought.

In fact, society is developing, and people can only become chameleons to adapt to this change. Years later, who would have expected that it would not happen today? Just like the financial crisis and the Wenchuan earthquake.

The experience will eventually be experienced, the face will eventually be faced, and the past will eventually pass. However, there are many helpless and avoidable things, and we can only do our best. Sometimes, some things should be regarded as eternity, and some things should be regarded as moments, which should be forgotten or forgotten.

Dramatically, we managed to break free, but it seems that there are still two cunning noodles intertwined, which are difficult to untie and even form a ball.

Probably destined to accompany us for a lifetime!

In fact, this is sometimes good. Noodles enrich our food after all, don't they? After serving the staple food, add some non-staple food!

When I was a child, I always wanted my life to be sweet. When I grew up, I also wanted my life to be smooth and have a happy ending.

Who will grow up like this? Life is so wonderful, not all nights, you can see the stars, not all nights, you can hear the wind.

One day it will be swallowed up by the universe and submerged by darkness. Narrow down the scope, that is, we often say, often eat, ready to eat, the steamed stuffed bun on the table.

Steamed bread is stuffed.

We eat steamed buns, mainly the stuffing inside. However, who ever thought that the stuffing inside the steamed stuffed bun would not be exposed without a bite? If you never bite a steamed stuffed bun, the stuffing in this steamed stuffed bun will never show.

As long as you pay attention, you will find that there is a small open space in our lives and growing hearts, which will give way to darkness, just like the corner of our eyes, and there will be a little darkness. Sometimes, we just want to hide, but we can't hide.

In fact, these gloomy clouds are not much different, but there are always two endings behind them.

These two endings are completely different endings, which are worlds apart.

The hardships and vicissitudes of life are not unique to adults.

We are growing up, so we are destined to experience a lot, so our thoughts will change, our emotions will change, and our spirit will change.

Just like what we didn't care about, we suddenly cared, but what we had was blinded by ourselves and became lacking. The complicated inner world seems to be incomprehensible to no one, but it is actually closed by itself.

People are probably magnetic. We always follow ourselves, but forget to look back.

Just like a small steamed stuffed bun, when the skin wraps us in the darkness, only by ourselves can we open our minds, get rid of it, find light, find love and find a sunny place, which is completely possible for us. Similarly, we can be buried forever, in the dark, in the noise, lonely, numb, falling.

In fact, if we really want to compare life to a table of delicious food, then the original us is the original material of this dish.

We have been looking for more recipes, hoping to make a feast for the Manchu people. This is growth, and we also hope to have a happy ending.

If this is the case, I can now shout loudly: there is no Manchu-Chinese banquet in life, and there can be no Manchu-Chinese banquet. We don't live to be a full banquet, but at the arrival of the Spring Festival and dawn, we are constantly looking for the way ahead for ourselves, constantly feeling, feeling the beauty of nature, constantly experiencing, experiencing the fun of life, constantly adding and adding spices to life, and constantly creating and creating our own special dishes!

From small to large, we need to taste it ourselves, but this may not be created by a Manchu-Chinese banquet.

Yang Lan once said: "People can't succeed, but people can't help growing up." Our own food, only we can make its real taste, and when it is ripe, we will probably be mature. However, we are always blind in life. We can't walk out of a straight life, nor can we fly out of the winged sky. We have been groping, groping for recipes, groping for life. Everything should be done step by step, step by step, leaving your footprints and stepping out of your life step by step!

Different people have different ways to live, and different people have differences even if they cook the same dish. However, I don't want my life, my dish is a bowl of nothing, boiled water!