Autumn is always golden, and the sky is high and the clouds are light. The air is full of peace and noise. The fallen leaves are restless, revealing some diverse and spotless sounds. The sun always shines deeply and deeply, and looking back in an instant, it is as old as years. Thinking back to the past through the dust, staying in the ancient kitchen in the countryside, on the high stove, filled with that deep love.
Sweet-scented osmanthus blossoms in August in the south of the Yangtze River, which is also the happiest time in childhood. My kind grandmother will cook delicious Osmanthus Jelly on that high stove, and the taste will be unforgettable in this life.
Every August evening, my grandmother swept the yard full of fallen osmanthus, made sweet osmanthus with sugar, and then, with my repeated entreaties, started to make the fragrant Osmanthus Jelly. Every time, I obediently sit by and watch her slowly rice-washing, flour-beating, sugar-mixing and kneading, and watch the glutinous rice glistening in the sun finally become flexible and strong under her wrinkled hands like withered old roots, but I don't know how much bitterness and fatigue Grandma has paid under her arm that is no longer strong. Her gray hair was scattered in the petals of the sky with the wind, and the beauty was falling.
From time to time, I put in a few words from an urchin: "Grandma, why are some powders white and some yellow?" "Grandma those sesame seeds have fun on it! Like a bug! " ..... However, my grandmother answered me patiently, while continuing the movements in her hands, and gave me one answer after another with a kind smile, "Because some are glutinous rice flour and some are japonica rice flour." "They are like bugs? Then you can eat the bugs! " At that time, I didn't understand much. I just listened to my grandmother's loving voice, and my heart rippled with ripples. So I found that the sunlight flowed through the bamboo curtain in the kitchen and left mottled spots on the tamped bluestone floor in the kitchen, cutting the high stove into light and dark with one knife.
Finally, white smoke with a little bit of sweet fragrance emerged from the layers of high steamer, and the white rice cake was embedded with a little brown honey osmanthus as elegant as a small floral silk scarf. I started clapping, laughing and jumping to eat, and my grandmother took out a piece carefully with a kind little smile and put it in a plain white porcelain bowl for me. For a moment of trance, I almost thought it was my grandmother's shallow smile. Then I couldn't help but grab a piece of fragrance and put it into my mouth to chew and swallow hard.
2. Ask for help: Write a touching story with grandma, me and Osmanthus Jelly? It doesn't matter if you are written as a villain?
When I was a child, I didn't like my grandmother very much. I felt that my grandmother dressed badly and was slow in words and deeds, which bored me. Do everything against her.
On a sunny day, I walked along the small stone road in the mountains and smelled the fragrance of osmanthus far away. I was in a good mood. I like sweet-scented osmanthus very much. I ran and looked for that sweet-scented osmanthus tree. When I turned a corner, I saw a big sweet-scented osmanthus tree with a fragrant smell.
I take a closer look. Isn't that the old figure under the tree my grandmother? I felt disgusted in my heart and my good mood was swept away.
Grandma looked up and happened to see me. I stared at her, but she still smiled kindly. She waved her hand at me and motioned for me to go over. I was disgusted again, but for the sake of her being an old man, I looked around hoping that no one would see me with her. After watching for a while, I walked slowly over.
I saw a flash of sadness on my grandmother's face, but it was immediately covered up by her usual smile.
"What for?" I didn't say it angrily.
"Son, do you know what this tree is?" Grandma stroked the trunk and looked up at the blooming osmanthus. Thoughtful.
"Isn't it just a osmanthus tree?" I said disdainfully.
"No, son, I planted this tree with my thoughts." Grandma said look at me, but I still don't care. She went on to say, "Twenty years ago, there were 20 sweet-scented osmanthus saplings here. My friends and I came here to plant them. At that time, we also made a wish that we would come here again as soon as the trees grew up. Then we go our separate ways and run for our own lives. I came back here three years ago, but I got her death. "
I turned my head and looked at my grandmother in surprise. I looked at her positively for the first time, and my old face did not lose its kindness.
"But she has never rested in her hometown, and I can't worship her, so I can only look at this last osmanthus tree well." Grandmother's eyes gradually shed crystal tears.
From this moment on, I looked at my grandmother in a different way, and her appearance was deep in my heart.
When I walked out of the mountain with my parents, my grandmother brought me a lot of Osmanthus Jelly, which she said was the osmanthus on the osmanthus tree.
Now I'm eating the Osmanthus Jelly bought in the mall, and I think of my grandmother's loving smile, but Osmanthus Jelly in my hand can't taste the kind of taste made by my grandmother.
I wrote it for quite a long time.
3. Gui Xiang composition Gui Xiang
In the alley in the evening, there was a little more noise in the quiet. People who got off work walked by the wind-like osmanthus tree in a hurry, but they didn't stop at all. The front was their eternal goal.
I shuttled among them, smelling the refreshing scent of osmanthus, as if everything had returned to the past, back to the time when osmanthus was fragrant.
Because of my special love for sweet-scented osmanthus, I have been fascinated by the fragrant Osmanthus Jelly since childhood.
Every day after school, grandma would stand on tiptoe and watch from the distance of the school gate, for fear that I would not find her. At that time, after school * * * was my favorite music, which was a prelude to my integration with osmanthus fragrance.
At the school gate, I will soon find my grandmother. Although she is not outstanding, it seems that there is always a line connecting us and guiding me to her correctly.
She took my little hand, just like the old bark tightly wrapped in the tender bark. The family relationship that depends on each other is a kind of silent beauty, which is unclear and inexhaustible. Even in the cold winter, it makes me feel like a spring breeze and feel warm.
At the end of the alley, it is our goal. The humid air smells of Osmanthus Jelly, mixed with vendors' shouts: "Osmanthus Jelly, sweet Osmanthus Jelly." It makes my mouth water.
Looking at me with a greedy face, grandma smiled and took out the small bag containing money, groping for a one-dollar bill. The one-dollar bill with grandma's body temperature entered the vendor's bag under my watch, and what I got was the Osmanthus Jelly I wanted.
Grandma sat next to me, squinting and smiling at me to eat, which seemed to be her happiest thing.
As my upper and lower teeth grind, milky Osmanthus Jelly gradually changes from large pieces to small pieces and then to fine powder, and her mouth is full of that fragrance. It was not until the last burp that I licked my lips and smiled at my grandmother with satisfaction.
I often ask her, "Grandma, aren't you going to eat? It can be fragrant, it can be sweet! " She smiled and pointed to her mouth full of decayed teeth: "Grandma has a toothache."
All this, like sweet-scented osmanthus, is sealed in the air and becomes a memory of the past. Now, there will never be an old man in the sunset in the alley, holding her granddaughter's hand tightly and walking in the sweet osmanthus fragrance.
Grandma, will you still smile at me in the distance?
4. How to write about the osmanthus tree in front of grandma's window There is a osmanthus tree in my house, which is planted around a block with bricks and a pile of soil in the middle. The tree is about two meters high.
Because my home is a commercial house on the second floor, the roots of osmanthus trees are less than a foot deep because of less soil. During the National Day holiday, this osmanthus tree actually bloomed golden osmanthus, and its fragrance was overflowing.
Listening to my grandmother said, "This osmanthus tree was still in the fifth year. When I was just three years old, my grandmother bought it from the old man who sold flowers and planted it. It never bloomed." Every year in August of the lunar calendar, grandma always sighs and says, "Alas! When will my osmanthus tree bloom? " When the old man selling flowers came out to sell flowers, grandma always joked with him and said, "Why can't your" daughter "be your" grandfather "until now?" The old man smiled and said, "Don't worry, don't worry, I won't lie to you, it will bloom one day, saying that the osmanthus tree in his daughter's house is the same variety as mine, and it hasn't blossomed on the land."
In this way, year after year. On the first day of the National Day holiday this year, when my mother went to water the osmanthus tree, she found that there were buds on it, so she happily said to her grandmother, "The osmanthus tree is going to bloom." Grandma put on reading glasses and went to watch it, with a smile on her face, saying, "I finally hope that the osmanthus tree will bloom." I was happy to see my grandmother blooming.
The next day, when I opened the window in the east, the fragrant osmanthus fragrance came to my nose. Grandma picked me up to the window, let me take a deep breath and smell the flowers. Looking at the clusters of golden osmanthus on the branches, I really wanted to pick some and preserve its fragrance. Mother said, "When the osmanthus blossoms much more next year, we can pick some of them and mix them with white sugar to make tea, which is osmanthus tea.
It is also said that there are sweet-scented osmanthus in sweet-scented osmanthus candy, Osmanthus Jelly and sweet-scented osmanthus mariko. "At this moment, I realized that it was incredible that such a small osmanthus flower had so many uses.
Grandma was so excited that she said to everyone, "My osmanthus tree has finally blossomed." Everything comes to him who waits. My mother and grandmother insist on watering the osmanthus trees every day. Although there are not many bloom this year, the time is only two or three days, but our whole family is satisfied.
Because after all, there is too little soil and too shallow roots, and it is not easy to blossom. Grandma said that in the second half of this year, the soil should be raised for osmanthus trees. Because there are few roots exposed, the branches below should be trimmed and some fertilizer should be applied to it. I hope that osmanthus trees will produce more and more fragrant osmanthus flowers next year, in return for grandma's careful service to osmanthus trees.
My mother smiled and said to me, "Compare trees with people. I hope Wewe Chan will listen carefully in class, finish his homework on time, and get good grades in the exam to repay the love of teachers and parents." I nodded with a smile.
5. The main content of the narrative composition with happiness as the topic is that grandma told me to be happy in front of grandma's house when she was making sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. It was planted as early as I was born, and it was painted with colorful watercolor pigments in my grandma's blank childhood life.
I climbed up and fell down when I was about two or three years old. I wore a small Chinese-style chest covering and limped to learn to walk. As soon as I went out, I saw the biggest osmanthus tree in my grandmother's house and my sister who was eight years older than me. She is comfortably crossing her legs, humming a little song, and lying on the tree for a nap with a happy face. The scene makes me look at her with envy.
I was silly, staring at the tree and drooling, and then I called my grandmother and dragged my sister down. There is no wind in the air, but the branches are swaying, and they don't stop for a long time, bringing me a cool breeze.
As soon as I was happy, I ran to my sister, tugging at her skirt and coquetry, asking her to tell me to climb the tree or carry me up. She could not bear my pleading and hesitated to agree. I ran to the tree, jumping around trying to jump on it, but I didn't even get there. My sister held my waist and pushed me up.
I feel light and want to fly, and my heart is filled with joy. Plus, I am still young and just learn to walk, and my center of gravity will be unstable in the tree, so my foot seems to be bitten by something, and I was about to fall, but my other foot didn't fall, and I began to feel proud again. Besides, sister, seeing that I stayed well in the tree, I went to play with mud by myself, leaving me alone, but grandma began to worry when she couldn't find me. She never thought that her baby granddaughter would lie on the tree and watch the fun.
I tried to lie down, but after all, my arm couldn't twist my thigh, and I didn't have enough strength. With a splash, I fell from the tree. Grandma and sister were startled. Looking back, I was crying with all my strength.
Fortunately, the book is not high, otherwise it will come? After the incident, grandma taught my sister a lesson, saying that she shouldn't leave me alone in the tree and just want to play by herself, while I was still rubbing the Qing Wu where I fell! Osmanthus Jelly, osmanthus wine and osmanthus tea in a blink of an eye, it's the golden autumn season when osmanthus fragrance is fragrant again. At this time, I'm already a seven-year-old girl, and I'm too quiet to climb trees again. That year "ten? On the National Day, I returned to my long-lost grandmother's house according to the usual practice. Only then did I find that there was the original smell of vegetable oil in grandma's yard, and there was a fresh and pleasant osmanthus fragrance, which seemed to be mixed with some sweetness. I thought: It must be that grandma and grandpa's lives are getting more and more moist.
The adults moved to a table, on which mahjong was placed, and played mahjong through the shade and the cool breeze blowing slowly. It was so pleasant! My sister and I are not willing to be left out in the cold. One brought a dustpan and the other hugged the osmanthus tree. They shook the osmanthus tree according to the Chinese book. I tried my best to shake the tiny branches, and finally a thick layer of golden flowers was shaken out of the dustpan. My sister and I giggled happily.
We soaked the shaken osmanthus in hot water, disinfected it and started our "osmanthus banquet". I brought a big bag of flour from the kitchen, poured it into the basin and got some water. The flour became mushy, like mud that had just touched the water.
We took two chopsticks, stirred them around in the basin, and kept putting flour and water into the basin. Finally, the batter became our ideal state. My sister went to get a mold for putting moon cakes, put our batter in it, spread a layer, and sprinkled a layer of osmanthus and sugar until it was covered. So we made five or six so-called Osmanthus Jelly.
Then, give it to grandma and let her bake it for us. Compared with Osmanthus Jelly, osmanthus wine and osmanthus tea are really dwarfed! Osmanthus fragrans wine is just to put sterilized osmanthus fragrans in grandpa's soju, then cover it and put it on for a few days; Osmanthus fragrans tea is only sprinkled with osmanthus fragrans in tea.
A few days later, I came to grandma's house again. The osmanthus wine I brewed was fragrant, and the Osmanthus Jelly in the refrigerator became fragrant. Only the poor osmanthus tea had been dumped alive by grandma! When I was ten years old, we had a summer vacation, so I went back to my grandmother's house and met my old friend Guihuashu. As soon as I got back to my grandmother's house, I felt more and more boring. I didn't even have a small swing. How could I stay for such a month? My brother and I immediately called grandpa and discussed making a swing for us.
Although grandma's family is in the countryside, we can't find a few materials to make swings. We are so anxious that we have to tie one end of a rope to the osmanthus tree and the other end to the loquat book in a hurry, put a piece of cardboard on the rope and shake it around. Ever since we had this simple swing, my brother and I have never forgotten to shake it when we just got up in the morning, and we are unwilling to go to the air-conditioned room even when the sun shines at noon.
I do those strange moves on the swing alone. That morning, I sat on the swing, bowed my head and saw the mottled and tiny shadows of the sun, and looked up at the deep sky that had been partially covered.
Suddenly, I just felt a drop of dew fall from the osmanthus tree and hit my mouth. So sweet, so cold! It's so enjoyable to taste such morning dew in midsummer! I closed my eyes and savored the happiness contained in this little dew.
Gradually, I seem to have forgotten everything, and I am in a dreamland. I think I have fallen asleep ... It seems that I am really asleep, and I am completely unconscious. I don't even know how to lean back, but I am absorbed in my dreams wholeheartedly. With a plop, I fell off the swing and fell on my back, which made me clearer, but I only felt a pain in my head.
I was dizzy, so I sat on the swing again and gently rubbed my head. Just another "plop", the rope broke, and I sat on the ground again.
I was so unlucky that I came to get the rope and fought against me. I almost cried, so I ran into the house with a lot of grievances. Actually, who is to blame? I have to blame myself! Who told me that I was going to fall down and my head was not clear! In my childhood memoirs, that osmanthus tree has always been an indispensable member, until now, even.
6. I am moved by me. I don't want a model essay. The idea of writing a composition can answer some questions at the beginning and end. On Sunday morning, I gently opened the window, and the autumn wind was slowly blowing with a burst of fragrance. Ah, that's the fragrance of osmanthus! Osmanthus Jelly's delicious appearance comes to my mind, as well as the sweet-scented osmanthus music when I was a child in my hometown, and the two sweet-scented osmanthus trees in the small courtyard of Zongyang's hometown. The faint fragrance of flowers brought me back to my happy childhood ... Six years ago, I lived in my hometown-Zongyang, where there was a wide lake and two sweet-scented osmanthus trees that accompanied my childhood. In fact, I didn't like sweet-scented osmanthus, its appearance. It's not as magnificent as peony, but its fragrance is so charming that I have to like it. When autumn comes, osmanthus trees in the small yard are blooming in clusters, which seems to be crowded together to make us smell enough. When the breeze blows, osmanthus trees sway like little stars. The stronger the wind, the stronger the fragrance. My brother and I can't help but imagine. The flowers were scattered all over the floor. I picked up a small cluster of osmanthus fragrans and enjoyed it carefully. This is a pale yellow osmanthus fragrans with five petite petals. The sharp flower core appears in the stamen, just like an embroidery needle. "Come and pick up osmanthus fragrans!" My brother shouted. Because I was nostalgic for the smell of Osmanthus Jelly, I foolishly ran out with a basket and picked it up in batches. My brother was not to be outdone. Soon, he picked up half a basket of osmanthus. "Grandma, we picked up a lot of flowers. Come, come and make a flower cake!" I handed the basket to my grandmother. "Silly child, the wind is weak today, and there are few osmanthus flowers. Tomorrow there will be a strong wind, so let's pick it up again!" Grandma touched my head with a smile. The next morning, I got up and walked around the osmanthus tree, expecting the wind to come early. "You are so stupid, the wind comes in the evening!" My brother said, I had to wait until the afternoon, leaned against the osmanthus tree and fell asleep unconsciously. "Prepare the basket, it's going to be windy!" I was awakened by my brother's cry. I got up at once, lifted the basket and waited eagerly. After a long time, a strong wind suddenly blew and the osmanthus branches wobbled. "Oh, pick up osmanthus!" I was overjoyed. Gradually, osmanthus fell in large quantities. Some just fell into the basket, some fell to the ground, and some fell on our heads. The wind stopped, and the small courtyard became a world of flowers, with a fragrant smell. The path was paved with a "flower carpet" and we became a veritable "flower man". We were carrying a basket full of osmanthus, talking and talking. Picking off branches and leaves, making Osmanthus Jelly, and soaking osmanthus tea, after the Chinese New Year, grandma will serve Osmanthus Jelly, and let's taste it. I will take a bite gently, and my mouth will immediately overflow with sweetness, My Sweetie's, which has a special taste. The faint fragrance of osmanthus reminds me of a beautiful memory, and I will never forget the taste of Osmanthus Jelly and My Sweetie, which will be treasured in my heart forever.
7. I like sweet-scented osmanthus very much, because it is not only very fragrant, but also can be made into cakes.
Osmanthus fragrans usually blooms in August. Osmanthus fragrans is very small, hidden in leaves, and people have to look carefully to see it. But the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus is so charming.
Grandma's house has an umbrella-shaped osmanthus tree. In the season when osmanthus trees bloom, my sister and I will run under the tree, sniffling hard and reveling in its fragrance.
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When grandma wanted to be Osmanthus Jelly, she called my sister and me, "Go and pick osmanthus!" As soon as grandma's voice fell, my sister and I couldn't wait to run under the osmanthus tree and shook it hard. For those osmanthus flowers that can't shake down, we will pick them from the tree. Like a monkey, I swished up the tree at once. Sister can't. It's good that she doesn't break the branches when she comes up. But she really wanted to pick flowers by herself, so I had to pull her up and find a particularly thick trunk for her to sit on. Then, we picked sweet-scented osmanthus.
The fragrance of osmanthus surrounded me, and I seemed to be a fairy of osmanthus, dancing in thousands of osmanthus flowers and singing in the green leaves of osmanthus.
"What are you still doing? Pick it!" My sister's words woke me up, and I quickly picked osmanthus. Soon, a basket was full of osmanthus.
Grandma cooked Osmanthus Jelly, and my sister and I scrambled to eat. Ah! It's so sweet, it's sweet to my heart.
I like osmanthus fragrans, and I like its selfless dedication more.
8. When the osmanthus is fragrant again, the composition is 500 words. This year, osmanthus blossoms early, and there are still twenty or thirty days in the Mid-Autumn Festival, which is full of osmanthus fragrance.
There are two sweet-scented osmanthus trees in the small yard at home, which bloom every year, with a fragrance of ten miles. They bloom in late summer and early autumn, and you can smell your own sweet-scented osmanthus even in the yard next door. In the Mid-Autumn Festival, osmanthus has become an important "person" in our whole street. We all love to smell its fragrance and eat the cakes made by grandma, which are generally crystal Osmanthus Jelly, coconut juice Osmanthus Jelly and sugar steamed Osmanthus Jelly.
Every year when cinnamon is fragrant, people in the whole street send many kinds of crops to my home, such as glutinous rice flour, japonica rice flour, white sand glutinous rice, maltose, sesame oil, etc. These are all things to be used in Osmanthus Jelly, because only my grandmother has this craft. Crystal Osmanthus Jelly is children's favorite, because it is not only transparent in color, but also shaped like jelly, which makes children eat it all over their teeth.
Children also like coconut milk Osmanthus Jelly, even adults do. Grandma first filled three pots full of sweet-scented osmanthus, mixed glutinous rice flour and japonica rice flour with water to make sticky slurry, then poured sweet-scented osmanthus and a small amount of honey into it, continued to stir, divided it into several cubes, then poured it into a steamer to steam for ten minutes, then sprinkled a little sugar juice, and continued to steam for ten minutes. When steaming Osmanthus Jelly, the coconut juice should be heated in the microwave oven for two minutes, and then the Osmanthus Jelly was deducted.
Of course, steamed Osmanthus Jelly with sugar is more delicious, but because of the high maltose content, not many people eat it, probably because they are afraid of gaining weight! Oh, it's the fragrance of cinnamon again. I love you, osmanthus.