I love the fields in my hometown. In spring, rape blossoms cover the fields like glittering gold. Swarms of bees and butterflies are flying around on the rape flowers. In autumn, the rice is ripe, like naughty children, some stand, some bend over, and some simply sleep on the ground. The wind blows, and the layers of golden rice waves look like a golden river. The fields in my hometown always bring people the joy of harvest.
I like the river in my hometown. The water in the river is crystal clear, and sometimes you can see small fish swimming around in it. The willows on both sides of the river are crying, and the branches are brushing water, like two long green dragons caring for a clear river. There are also lotus flowers in the river. In summer, the lotus is in full bloom, red and white, which is in harmony with the green lotus leaf. There are many fish and shrimp in the river. I either fish or catch them, and soon I will be full of food. These fish and shrimp are delicious, which is 100 times more delicious than those sold in the street. This small river irrigates the crops on both sides and nourishes the people along the coast.
I love the small bridge in my hometown. There are many small bridges in my hometown. With these bridges, it is much more convenient for people to travel. You don't have to go that far to farm. This small bridge has different shapes and strong structure, which forms a beautiful picture with the trees in the river.
I like the trees in my hometown. There are many trees in my hometown, but they are of different sizes and varieties, showing different colors all year round. Fruit trees can bear fruit, flower trees can offer incense, and tall willows can let us enjoy the cool under the trees.
I love everything in my hometown and I will never forget it.
I want to tell you that Qinzhou oysters are delicious. There are no curtains in the living room window on the second floor of my house, but I lie on the single bed on the second floor and look out the window, but I can't see the sky.
The reason is that several times outside the window, the green leaves of a forest look like a green barrier in the distance, which has the feeling of covering the sky, and it is like a natural curtain, which makes me often complacent, because it is a colorful curtain picture, which has neither cost nor change all year round.
In spring, everything wakes up.
Because the forest outside the window was poplar, she took the initiative to spit out the green leaves before other tree species, and in a few days, the green leaves were covered with treetops.
Sending out the fragrance of spring, telling people that spring is coming.
In summer, green leaves are thick, and countless sparrows sing at dawn every day, which makes you wake up early from your sleep.
In hot summer, this forest is an ideal place for people to enjoy the cool, and it is so comfortable to pull home in the shade of the breeze.
Enough to make people feel relaxed and happy.
Over time, looking out of the window, some yellow leaves occasionally appear among the dark green leaves, suggesting the arrival of begging. The motor sound of agricultural tricycles kept ringing outside the window from morning till night, and people began to get busy and gain a year's hard work.
A northwest wind arrived as scheduled. Sitting in front of the desk on the second floor, I saw that the curtains covered with green windows turned orange, while the treetops above the trunk hung down to the east like a tight bow. With a gust of wind, the fallen leaves on the tree rushed to the ground like thousands of horses, and were swept away by the wind, as if they were thousands of miles away.
Until there are no leaves on the tree, only bare values are left, until next spring. Only during this time, can I see the long-lost fuzzy sky from my single bed and from the leafless branches.
Qinzhou specialty composition 100 words The fields in my hometown are beautiful and rich.
Spring has arrived, and the grass in the field is green, putting a new green coat on the earth.
The willows have sprouted.
A gust of wind blew like a beautiful girl playing with her long light hair. The bird was attracted by her beauty and couldn't help singing in the branches.
Intermittent spring rains moisten the earth.
I saw the smile of peach blossom, the shyness of pear blossom, the brilliance of cherry blossom and the delicate and charming orchid. It is really different.
Spring is a vibrant scene.
The fields in summer are full of green rice and lush mulberry fields.
Cicada "knows" in the tree, as if a concert was being held in midsummer, and the frog came to "croak" to accompany it, as if to say, "Sui Miao, grow up quickly!" In autumn, heavy ears of rice bend over, and golden ears of rice roll up layers of "waves" charming autumn scenery under the push of autumn wind, which makes me intoxicated! In winter, the vast fields do not lose the "everyone style"! The field looks so beautiful in the cold wind, and its selfless spirit is admirable.
Although the field is bare, new life is gestating in the soil of the field.
As the saying goes, "the blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom is bitter and cold."
"Plum blossoms never compete with flowers.
Only in winter, this cold season, will she appear quietly. She is a symbol of purity, strength and courage.
The fields in winter are really beautiful! Fields are also people's "cornucopia".
Farmers farm in the fields, and after hard work, they harvest rich fruits in the fields, and then exchange the fruits for money to support their families.
Others raise cattle and sheep in the fields, and they eat fresh weeds, all of which are strong.
Look! Not far away, there are some cows enjoying a delicious meal! Fields have brought many benefits to people.
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What delicious snacks are there in Qinzhou? There seems to be no delicious snacks in Qinzhou, but they are all the same.
There is an opening at the intersection of Renmin Road and Sanma Road. There is an Xi 'an Old Noodle Restaurant at the corner of Zaowenfeng South Road and West Street, and there is a rice noodle crossing the bridge near Meiyuan Road and Nanzhu Building, or there is a Lingshan sour and vinegar powder in this place. The quality is unstable, sometimes it's good, sometimes it's terrible. There is a tutor who makes cakes on Suning Appliance in the big garden, and the cakes on West Street are also good. Below Mangrove Hotel, there is a Guirenxuan selling Vietnamese rolled rice noodles, and opposite Yucai Road, there is a Harbin hotel opposite the East Campus of Qinzhou University, but the service attitude is not good, or there is a shop selling camellia oleifera in Yuhuan Street, which is more authentic, but the service attitude is not good, especially the boss has a pig's foot powder at the gas station and Yucai Road is good, and there is a Pubei peasant noodle restaurant at the intersection of Fuxing Eight Lane behind the Happiness Hotel where I like fried pork and dried noodles, and there is a Guilin rice noodle shop on the fairview park side of the happy community. I remember that there is a candy nest dessert on the left hand side at the entrance of the Education Bureau in Zhajiang. Dessert is good, that is, there is a coffee seller who wants to drink coffee near the emerging food market in fairview park, or there is a stall at the intersection of Nanzhu East Street in Xiangyang police station that doesn't open frequently. Selling soybean milk fritters in the morning is very authentic. It's still this sugar water stall at night, but it's okay. It's just that the old lady of the stall owner is difficult to talk and the things are expensive. There is a beef soup stand at the entrance of Yinhe Street View Lake Garden. I am not familiar with the new address of the food street, the eight major venues and the open space in front of the new swimming pool.
I hope you can tell me what you like when you reply, and I'll try.
What are the delicious foods in Qinzhou? I love the candied haws in my hometown and have a special liking for them. It made me taste my hometown and my childhood! I have a soft spot for candied haws.
A few hawthorns and a stick make up a string of sweet and sour candied haws.
This has almost become all my memories of my hometown food.
Speaking of the characteristics of sugar-coated haws, its shape and color are one of its advantages. From a distance, candied haws are like a colorful lantern. Observe sugar-coated haws carefully, just like a fairy in colorful clothes, spinning on Tianzhu.
With the improvement of people's living standards, the shape of sugar-coated haws has become more beautiful, with bananas, hawthorn and peaches ... put on rock candy clothes, as if to open those watery and charming eyes and say, "Try me!" Who won't be hit by its "sugar-coated cannonball"? Under its "hard evidence", it is better to "admit defeat".
The last episode of candied haws was delicious. In this episode, we will talk about "but you can broaden your horizons by walking up a flight of stairs"-understanding and exploring its true face.
Pick up the sugar-coated haws, first of all, you will be fascinated by its steaming fragrance, which will attract people with no effort.
You must really want to eat one now, but you can't bear to chew it in small bites.
With a gentle bite, a faint fragrance flows down the river.
In an instant, this fragrance flowed into my insides.
Ah! It's so cool, I can't wait to eat all the colorful little pulp in one breath! I've always praised the smell.
So, how did sugar-coated haws come into this world? It turns out that the method of making sugar-coated haws is very simple: put the small red fruit on the wooden label prepared in advance, and then wrap it with boiled syrup, and everything will be fine! Unexpectedly, sugar-coated haws are much simpler than human birth.
The scene composition of the food party is 500 words, for example: that day, the sky was gray, and I took the school bus to school. It's raining, and only four classrooms on the fourth floor of Teaching Building No.2 have lights on.
Why are they the only ones with the lights on? Because they are having a food party! Walking into class 6 1, it was very lively, and what caught your eye was the delicious food at each table.
Everyone has a milky mist on his head! There are all kinds of food: sweet and delicious purple potato cupcakes; There are delicious and juicy steaks; There are sour noodles ... all kinds, all kinds of mouth-watering! What are the classmates around Xia Tianle doing? It was a fight for steak, poor Li Zhiyu! I was squeezed out as soon as I entered, alas! I saw several people plot against Liu Yukang's position and soon dispersed.
Zhou Guanrui is also a sea of people, and soon the food will be gone! Some people want to cry, but there is nothing.
I have been eating noodles at He Yujie's place, and my mouth is full of oil.
I swaggered to Wang Meng's position again and ate sushi with a spoon. A smell of seaweed, ham and cucumber floated out of my mouth, and I couldn't help but pay tribute.
I feel a murderous look behind me. Looking back, a group of people rushed up to grab food.
I ran away at once, and they jumped on me and robbed me! I have read it crazily.
Teachers are also scrambling for food one by one, for fear that they will not be able to eat.
Girls are timid and only eat their own. We boys really feel helpless for them, alas.
Gradually, the food returned to the curtain, and the students were all satisfied.
This time, the delicious food will let me know that sharing is happiness, and also let me know that the friendship between classmates is hard-won!
My hometown is Rongcheng Town, Jianli County, Hubei Province, which is very close to the Yangtze River.
There are many aquatic products and crops here, so my hometown is often called "land of fish and rice".
There are many delicious foods in my hometown. My favorite food is shrimp, water chestnut and pot.
The river shrimp here is not as big as the sea shrimp. It is only one or two centimeters long and has two long beards on its head. These shrimps are white before frying, and some places are transparent, like crystals.
But when you fry it, it immediately rolls up and turns pink, and you can smell its fragrance from a distance, which makes people drool.
In aquatic products, there are not only animals, but also plants, namely water chestnut.
There is a black shell outside the water chestnut, which looks like a diagonal line on the old cow head. There are thorns on the corners. If you are not careful when holding it, you will be stabbed.
Although the appearance looks ugly, as long as you cut it open, white meat will fall out from it.
You can eat it steamed or fried as a dish.
It is best to use a shamu steamer when steaming. After steaming for more than an hour, opening the lid is the fragrance.
In our place, in summer, water chestnuts are sold in the street, and the shouts of "selling water chestnuts, steaming water chestnuts with sand wood" can be heard far away.
Sometimes when it is convenient at home, the shell will be removed directly and the pepper will be fried with strong fire. Green pepper sets off the snow-white water chestnut meat, which looks good and delicious.
There is also a kind of delicious food in my hometown, which is fried dumpling.
Pot blocks can only be eaten in winter.
In winter, you can always find a stall on the street.
As long as someone comes, the boss will take out a small piece of dough, wrap it with meat or vegetables, spread it into cakes, pat sesame seeds on the cakes, and then stick it on the inner wall of the stove converted from oil drums. The fire will be very big. Soon, the pot will swell up, and the surface will turn golden yellow, giving off a strong aroma. After baking, you can also brush hot sauce or sweet sauce outside, so that you can eat pots in winter.
Are you interested in the delicious food in our hometown? If you don't have these delicious foods in your hometown, come to my hometown as a guest! I treat you to all the delicious food in our hometown.
The composition about food comes home from school at noon, and both parents can't go home because of their busy work.
I thought to myself: My mother usually cooks. How can I eat when my mother is not at home today? I thought about it, and suddenly, I remembered that my mother had taught me how to make tomato and egg noodles.
So, I decided to make a bowl of tomato and egg noodles myself.
I took out tomatoes, eggs and dried noodles.
First, I took out a small bowl and prepared to beat eggs. When I beat eggs, I always dare not use force for fear of breaking them. After a gentle knock, I broke them hard and the eggs fell to the ground. Alas, watching my mother do it is quite simple. Now I know it's hard. Then I washed the tomato and prepared to cut it into small pieces, but as soon as I put the knife on it, it rolled away, so I was careful not to cut my hand. I learned from my mother's appearance, first cut the tomato in the middle and then cut it into pieces; I don't know how much to pour when pouring oil. I poured it into the pot bit by bit. When you feel the oil is ripe, pour the eggs into the pot and fry them. Because I poured it too hard, the oil spilled everywhere, and I backed away in fear. Then I put the tomatoes in and fry them a few times, adding some water; After the water boiled, I put the noodles in and stirred them with chopsticks like my mother cooked noodles.
After I tasted the familiar noodles, I couldn't wait to put them in the bowl. I ate them with relish. Although it's not as delicious as my mother's cooking, it still smells good. After all, I made it myself.
Today, I tried to make tomato and egg noodles for the first time, and my heart was full of joy.
At the same time, I also understand that the difficulty of anything can only be known by personal practice. In addition, as I get older, I will learn to take care of myself and reduce the burden on my parents.
Today, mom and dad work the night shift and come back very late.
After finishing my homework and playing computer games, my stomach began to "purr, purr" and sing "Empty City Plan".
I have looked everywhere, but I still can't find anything to eat. I have no choice but to cook by myself.
But when I got to the kitchen, I was dumbfounded.
I am an only child at school-a little princess at home.
Mother wouldn't let me cook, so I had to watch.
But this time let me cook by myself and didn't cook a dish! This really embarrassed me, but my stomach was still growling "Gollum, Gollum", so I had to bite the bullet and cook for myself.
From the beginning, I started to cut pork.
Gee, it's strange that this knife is so easy to use in my mother's hand, but it's very obvious in mine! I desperately controlled the broadsword and cut it carefully.
One accidentally passed through my hand because the knife was too heavy. Fortunately, my feet are far from the broadsword, and I only scratched a little.
Finally, it took a lot of effort.
Finally cut the meat.
What I can see is not some pork slices as thin as paper, but some pork slices with a thickness of 0.
5 cm of pork, different sizes.
When I started frying, I turned on the gas stove and fired, and I put oil in a panic. After a while, I only heard the sound of "cheep, cheep". I knew the oil was hot, so I threw the pork in from half a meter away. I didn't expect the oil to jump out when I threw it in. At that time, I only heard a creak, which drove me crazy.
Quiet, I picked up the shovel, turned the pork over and over, and then covered it.
When the pork is almost cooked, I open the lid, put some salt in it, and then cover it and heat it.
You can clip it out and eat it
After I heated the meal, I began to eat.
I picked up a piece of pork and took a bite. Oh, it smells good! Delicious.
Today, I am very happy, because I learned to cook! Can I ...
Delicious buns are often said to be delicious, but I don't know how they taste until I have tasted them.
This afternoon, my parents took me to the steamed stuffed bun shop to open my eyes and eat.
I finally got what I wanted that day. Steamed bread is whisked, thin skin, there seems to be a bag of juice inside. They are small and exquisite, shaped like pagodas, translucent and strong, crystal clear and yellow, and the fragrance at the top of the tower overflows with the wind, shaped like steamed bread. No wonder it's called steamed buns.
Generally, there are ten steamed buns in a cage. Each steamed bun is like a small snowball, but there is a pothole on it. I was intoxicated before the aroma came up.
I can't wait to swallow the whole steamed bread in one gulp.
A cage of steamed bread came up and I sat in the chair. Steamed bread gives off a faint fragrance.
As soon as I smell this fragrance, I can't help but gulp it down.
Hardly had he picked up a "chubby" and stuffed it into his mouth when he began to fight back.
My stomach is growling with hunger at the moment, and I want to open my mouth wide and swallow four steamed buns in one gulp.
So I carefully picked up the steamed stuffed bun with chopsticks, because I took a small bite and the juice ran into my mouth like a tribe.
I dipped it in a little vinegar and put it in my mouth. The meat is loose and soft. As soon as I chewed it, its meat suddenly loosened and it was delicious. My mother said, "To eat steamed stuffed buns, you should first dip in vinegar, gently bite a hole, suck up the delicious soup inside, and then eat the skin and meat."
The delicious essence of steamed stuffed bun is in the soup.
I eat according to my mother's method. The soup is fresh, thin and tender. It is really delicious.
I really don't know if I won't eat steamed stuffed bun for a while, but once I eat it, I won't forget it.
I wolfed it down.
Its meat is full, and a mouthful of fresh, thick and salty makes you want to eat.
So I pestered my mother to buy another guest. How can I put it down when my aunt brought it with a smile? After eating one mouthful after another, I was full of fragrance and smacked my lips. I couldn't help but admire: "Beauty! It is delicious.
"In the blink of an eye, I ruined it again, touched my bulging belly, added another mouth, and my interest was outstanding.
How's it going? Are you excited? It's better to run around and eat steamed buns at home! Fried stinky tofu This is a unique local snacks in winter in the south of the Yangtze River.
When I was young, I ran to the street after school. Of course, this is when I have money in my pocket.
Cross the alley and cross the bridge, and you can smell the fried stinky tofu.
The manager who fried stinky tofu is a thin old man with white eyebrows and beard. He always carries heavy burdens. The burden is actually a box made of wood. There are stinky tofu, soy sauce, Chili sauce and a pile of small plates in front of the box, and there is a canned bottle with several pairs of chopsticks in it.
There is a small coal stove and a pot in the back box.
The old man always stands on the street corner, absorbed in frying stinky tofu.
I haven't heard his shouts, but there are always many diners looking for incense in front of his little bag and standing in a circle.
His stinky tofu is very distinctive. At first glance, it's dark and no different from other stinky tofu, but once it's put in the pot and taken out of it, it becomes golden and delicious, coated with a layer of soy sauce or Chili sauce (his Chili sauce is homemade, bright red, spicy and comfortable), yellow and red, very beautiful.
Take a bite carefully (because it's very hot). It's yellow on the outside and white on the inside, crisp on the outside and tender on the inside. It's hot and spicy. At this time, instead of eating, I rolled my tongue and swallowed.
Old people always fry only a few pieces at a time, a few pieces at a time, waiting for their people to eat and others to pay attention together.
Most people who eat fried stinky tofu are women and children. It's really strange that women in Jiangnan don't eat spicy food, and when it comes to this burden, they all become "spicy girls" They have to put on a thick layer of Chili sauce, and women don't care about tenderness at this time. They ate until their lips were red, their tears were mixed, and they were hot and sweaty.
The old man just kept saying: it's too spicy to stick, don't eat too much.
After all, he didn't stop it
So the old man consumes a bottle of Chili sauce every day.
At that time, my father gave me fifty cents a month, and at least half of the money was contributed to stinky tofu.
A piece of stinky tofu is worth a penny, and after eating one piece, it will be quiet in one day.
Sometimes I don't plan to overspend, but I will restrain myself from running there for fear of long hooks in my eyes.
However, at that time, as long as I accidentally slipped onto the old man's burden, the old man would always see everything, as if he found that I didn't have a penny in my pocket, and he would smile and fry the most crisp and tender piece for me to eat.
Sorry to eat for free. Dad will send me money next month, and I will return it to him immediately. The old man also accepted it, but he must fry me an extra piece of stinky tofu.
It has been more than 20 years since I left that small town in the south of the Yangtze River, and I have never eaten such delicious fried stinky tofu (although I have eaten fried stinky tofu in other cities in the south of the Yangtze River, the taste always seems to be a little worse).
It always appears in my dreams, with the thin old man with white beard and white eyebrows who doesn't even know his name.
I've only eaten meat and bone porridge once.
It was a Sunday morning in winter in Jiangnan, and my thrifty aunt suddenly offered to take me to eat meat and bone porridge.
I was flattered and followed her all the way for fear that she would suddenly change her mind.
Go along Qingshiban Road, cross the bustling food market and turn into an alley.
Far away, I saw a small shop with white fog, and I heard the sound of an iron spoon knocking on the edge of the pot.
My aunt led me into the shop, which was full.
Everyone is sipping this meat and bone porridge, which seems really delicious.
The proprietress led us into the inner kitchen and said apologetically, "Let's eat here.
"The proprietress is a 40-year-old woman with ear-length hair and a black hairpin meticulously behind her ears.
I was afraid that menstruation would get cold feet and run away, so I quickly made my own decision and said, "Yes, yes.
"The result attracted my second aunt's eyes.
"Well, come to a bowl of meat and bone porridge.
"The wife of shop-owner grabbed the big iron spoon in one hand and uncovered the big pot cover in the other. Suddenly, a heat wave swept through, and the smell of porridge came to me.
She stirred the pot with a big iron spoon and handed me a big bowl of porridge.
This bowl of porridge is gray, the rice has not been cooked to its original shape, and the porridge surface is dotted with several pieces. ...
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