Then, my mother "knocked" the washed tomatoes into semicircles with different sizes, and then brought two eggs. When she knocked at the edge of the bowl, the eggs slipped into the bowl, and the chopsticks stirred the eggs and danced beautifully. When cooking began, my mother poured the oil into the hot pot, and the oil made a "sizzling" sound. Then she put the beaten eggs into the pot, and soon the eggs became omelets, and the tomatoes jumped gently in the pot, and the tomatoes rushed into the pot, and there was a "crackling" sound.
At this time, I only heard the collision between the spatula and the pot, which was urgent and fast, accompanied by the sound of "Hua Hua" stir-frying, which was skillful, light and pleasant. In a short time, a plate of delicious scrambled eggs with tomatoes is ready.
Then, mother cooked two more dishes. After dinner, plates of delicious dishes were served, and the room was filled with the smell of vegetables. At this time, the "symphony" in the kitchen was over.
2. "The kitchen is a concert hall" 300 words My kitchen is a "concert hall". Every day, music is playing. Listen, the performance has started again!
Mother turned on the tap, and the tap water sang songs and gave the tomato a comfortable bath. Then, my mother "knocked" the washed tomatoes into semicircles with different sizes, and then brought two eggs. When she knocked at the edge of the bowl, the eggs slipped into the bowl, and the chopsticks stirred the eggs and danced beautifully. When cooking began, my mother poured the oil into the hot pot, and the oil made a "sizzling" sound. Then she put the beaten eggs into the pot, and soon the eggs became omelets, and the tomatoes jumped gently in the pot, and the tomatoes rushed into the pot, and there was a "crackling" sound. At this time, I only heard the collision between the spatula and the pot, which was urgent and fast, accompanied by the sound of "Hua Hua" stir-frying, which was skillful, light and pleasant. In a short time, a plate of delicious scrambled eggs with tomatoes is ready. Then, mother cooked two more dishes.
After dinner, plates of delicious dishes were served, and the room was filled with the smell of vegetables. At this time, the "symphony" in the kitchen was over.
3. The kitchen is a concert hall composition 400 words The kitchen is a concert hall composition 1
"Hua Hua", listening to my mother turn on the tap and keep washing vegetables, I knew that there was another big meal to eat today.
After a while, the sound of water stopped, and every time I heard this familiar sound, I knew that my mother was cutting meat slices. "Shuashua shua" meat slices are put into the pot, and the sound of "Zizi" rings from time to time in the pot. With a plop, the shrimp was poured into the boiling pot, making a "poop-poop" sound from time to time. After a while, the shrimp was cooked, and my mother picked the skin of the shrimp and put it in the wok, making a sound of cooking again. This time, I must know my mother's dish-shrimp with sauce flavor. "Shuashua shua", the white radish was peeled off, followed by a "plop" sound, mother pressed the lid of the pot and began to stew ribs, and the "bursts" sound continued. I stood at the door of the study and clearly saw my mother cooking. "Jingle-jingle" mother has already sent the dishes to the plate. As long as my mother gives the order, I will go to eat quickly. "Dinner's ready," my mother didn't finish, and I sat down.
Mom, this symphony is louder than the piano and louder than the drums. I think this is a unique symphony in the world.
The kitchen is a concert hall.
"You hurry to do your homework. After a while, my sister will come to our house and I will cook a big meal for you!" As soon as I heard my mother say this, I was so happy that I quickly picked up my schoolbag and ran to the study.
I buried myself in my Chinese homework and didn't write two lines. The sound of "Hua La" sounded and my mother's kitchen symphony began. Where did this crisp sound come from? After much deliberation, I am in no mood to do my homework. Well, it should be the sound of water, and my mother should be washing my favorite doll dish. Suddenly, I heard the sound of "clicking", which was the sound of knocking on eggs. I knew in my heart that my mother would definitely make me an omelet. Thought of here, my heart is full of joy, and I can't wait to run out and eat all these delicious dishes at once. I was thinking about it, and my mouth kept drooling. I just finished my fantasy, and there was a "plop" sound in the kitchen. I really want to know what my mother is doing, and I still don't know, it's okay, I'll know soon!
Suddenly, I began to fantasize again: if only my mother had served the food, I would be happy with one picture after another in my mind.
"Dinner!" I threw down my pen and ran out of the study. Most of the dishes were my favorite dishes. In a flash, this big plate of food was destroyed by us, and I smiled happily. After dinner, I heard the sound of "jingling". Maybe, my mother is playing the ending song!
This is a unique piece of music, and it also expresses my mother's love for us!
The kitchen is a concert hall.
"Crash", the kitchen door was opened by grandpa, and the "Kitchen Symphony" is about to start playing! Today, grandpa made us "scrambled eggs with shallots".
I saw grandpa cut some onions with scissors first, which seemed to be the prelude to the song. Then, grandpa put the onion under the faucet, and the "rushing" sound of water was like the cheerful song of the stream. Then, grandpa put the onion on the chopping block, cut it into small pieces with a knife and set it aside for later use. That sounds very pleasant!
At this time, grandpa took out some eggs and a small bowl. He knocked the eggs carefully against the bowl, only to hear a crunchy "crack", and the egg yolk and egg white slipped into the bowl smoothly. Then, grandpa put the onions in this bowl, picked up chopsticks and stirred them quickly. "Da Da Da", like the sound of hooves, mixed them up in a few times.
Next, it's time to cook. Grandpa first put a little oil into the lit pot, and only heard the sound of "Zizi" coming from the pot, as if the symphony had arrived! As soon as Grandpa heard the temperature was up, he quickly poured the chive egg liquid in a small bowl into the pot, and he heard a long "hissing ~". Smoke curled up from the pot, and the kitchen was filled with a charming aroma ...
Finally, "scrambled eggs with chives" came to the table, and everyone said "wow" in unison! This is not only a compliment to grandpa's cooking skills, but also a compliment to this "kitchen symphony", which draws a perfect stop to this wonderful piece!
4. Write a composition (not less than 200 words) for the kitchen is a concert hall. One night I fell asleep in a daze in bed, and suddenly I heard a commotion coming from the kitchen. I listened carefully to the conversation that turned out to be some furniture in the kitchen.
At first, it was a complaint from the refrigerator: "I heard that the owner will buy a new refrigerator these two days, or a two-door refrigerator. Now I'm going to retire again, alas."
The microwave oven was on fire and said, "Yes, the host always likes the new and hates the old.". Look at Brother Rice Cooker. He was sold to a rag collector by his cruel master. I wonder what our future will be like. Don't you think so, gas cooker brother? "
"Then let's go on strike together tomorrow!" The gas cooker said with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Well, say. Then we will strike together tomorrow. " The refrigerator and microwave oven said in unison.
But tomorrow they will suffer the same fate as rice cookers: all of them are sold to garbage collectors. As a result, some items replaced them.
5. The kitchen is a concert hall. 100 words, minimum 0.27 yuan/day. Baidu Library members can view the full content in the library > Original publisher: a00a00000 The kitchen is a concert hall 100 composition Wang Kexin kitchen is a concert hall. When my mother picked up the pot and washed it, she swished the pot and began to sing, and a lively concert began. All the pots and pans, spoons and shovels in the pot made different sounds. When the fire started,
The faucet clattered, spoons and shovels banged, and a chorus rang out from the kitchen. Liu Qiuyan's kitchen is a concert hall.
There are many wonderful sounds in it. When washing vegetables, the water clattered and sang a cheerful song.
The knife cut the vegetables hard on the cutting board, and the sound of drumming could not stop. It's like a drummer playing the drums hard.
The spatula is a local stir fry. For him, the pot is a piano. They are like a band, playing a piece of music! Dangdang.
Hua is wonderful. Zhang Zheyuan's kitchen is a concert hall. When my mother cooks, she opens a lively concert like a conductor.
Scratching, rustling, all the pots and pans, all the vegetables make all kinds of wonderful sounds. When my mother is cooking, rustling is the melodious violin sound of pots and shovels. When washing dishes, small water drops beat the ceramic bowl and play cheerful music. When the juicer is started, the rumbling and rumbling sound keeps echoing in my ears, as if the drums are deafening.
What beautiful music! I really want to be a conductor myself. When Gao Haoxin came home from school, grandma's drumming sound of chopping vegetables came into her ears, and the familiar movements came into view.
The green vegetable leaves were poured into the pot, and they were dyed golden at once, adding many notes to the song, and the flame spoke. It made a sizzling sound, kept dancing under the pot, and brought accompaniment to the kitchen ditty. Water vapor is not far behind. Although it has no sound, it expands.