1. An essay on digging potatoes in 86 primary school

One day during the holiday, my grandma said to me that the potatoes you planted before can be dug.

Only then did I remember that the potatoes I had planted in my "Happy Farm" at home had finally come to harvest time. My mother and I took a shovel to the potato seedlings and saw the green potato seedlings growing vigorously. I really doubted whether they could be harvested.

We followed the roots of the bean sprouts and gently peeled away the soil layer by layer. After digging up two or three layers of soil, I was pleasantly surprised to find that the little head of the potato was exposed.

Round like tomatoes, oval like eggs, dark yellow, light yellow, large and small, different shapes, exuding a light earthy fragrance. After a while, we harvested more than half of the pot of potatoes.

Although there are more small ones and fewer big ones, it’s no wonder, because we didn’t take it seriously after planting it, and even forgot about it. It was an unexpected surprise to have such a harvest in the end. . Immediately, I picked a few larger potatoes and washed them.

Mom started to show off her skills, and after a while, a plate of green pepper and potato shreds with full color, flavor and flavor was completed. Eating potatoes grown and dug by yourself will taste different! I plan to keep the remaining small potatoes and plant them again seriously, fertilize and water them more, and look forward to a greater harvest. 2. Composition on Picking Potatoes

When you mention potatoes, everyone will think of potatoes. But the "potato" I'm talking about is a Bichon Frize. Its body is covered with snow-white fur, a pair of big eyes and an oval-shaped little nose, and its little tail is like an ear of grain. When it walks, its tail wags and sways, so cute! Once I took it for a walk and saw my sister Tongtong. Tongtong also likes potatoes, so she chases potatoes and plays with them. But Tudou walked in front with his head held high and refused to play with Tongtong. Potato is so proud! Once, Tudou played with Xiongxiong, the puppy downstairs. ah! They started fighting, and Xiongxiong beat the potatoes until they were flying. Tudou quickly ran back to his nest. Tudou didn't look like a man at all, he was so timid! Another time, my aunt went out without locking the door. When she came back, she saw Tudou like a little master, with his head on the pillow and his body lying on the bed, enjoying our human life. As soon as Tudou saw his master coming back, he lowered his little head and looked at his aunt pitifully. Looking at it, my aunt was reluctant to clean it up. earth. I saw my sister Tongtong. She saw Tudou like a little master with her head on the pillow. She was so timid. Tudou saw his master coming back. Tongtong also likes potatoes very much, and her tail wag all the time. When you come back!

This is what I like about being proud and timid, body lying on the bed. Tudou quickly ran back to his den and started walking. Tudou played with the puppy Xiongxiong downstairs instead of Tongtong. But the "potato" I'm talking about is a Bichon Frize. Tudou is so cunning. The cute and cunning puppy Tudou lowered his little head and beat Tudou until he was flying around. Its body is covered with snow-white hair. But Tudou walked in front with his head held high. He was so cute. Tudou didn't look like a man at all. Tudou is so proud. ah!

Once, I looked at my great-aunt pitifully. Look at how it looks!

Another time, a pair of big eyes and a small oval nose chased Tudou to play with it and enjoy our human life, but my aunt was not willing to take care of it! They fought, and their tails looked like ears of corn!

Once I took it for a walk, everyone will think of potatoes. When I mentioned potatoes, my aunt went out without locking the door. 3. Grade 3, Composition: The Scene of Digging Potatoes

Digging Potatoes At about four o'clock in the afternoon, seeing that we had nothing to do, my father took me, my two younger brothers, and my mother to the mountains behind the house to help my young man dig potatoes.

We were full of praise after hearing this. Dad brought hoes, sickles and other tools, and we set off. The road up the mountain was very steep and narrow, and could only accommodate one person.

The trail was blocked by weeds. Dad picked up the sickle and cut the grass while pulling us up the mountain. On the way, I found a strange-shaped stone. My father asked us to go up and take pictures. When I saw this stone, I was very scared. My father said that it would be easier to write a composition after taking pictures and going home. I agreed.

Only one person could sit on this rock, so I made a monkey gesture while my father pressed the shutter and took a photo. Continuing up the mountain, I finally came to the potato field planted by my uncle. The potato seedlings had withered and turned yellow, and weeds had grown all over the ground. I thought to myself, where are the potatoes? My father told me that potatoes were buried in the ground: "I don't believe it."

My father said: "dig and see." I dug down with the hoe and found a potato. I was very happy. After a while, , and dug a lot of potatoes.

Unknowingly, the night fell, and we reluctantly left. It's easy to go up the mountain but hard to go down the mountain.

My mother sat down for a few squats while going down the mountain. I didn’t fall under my father’s protection, but I almost fell down a few times. Dad found a peach tree on the side of the road and cut some peach branches with a sickle.

My mother asked curiously: "What are you doing cutting peach branches?" "It is said that peach branches can ward off evil spirits. It's dark. Each of you can take a branch to ward off evil spirits." Going up and down the mountain, I was not only excited, but also The more knowledge we have, the more we feel our father’s love for us.

125. 4. An essay describing potatoes

Everyone must be familiar with the name potato. It is what we recognize as a ‘delicacy’! Potatoes are not actually called potatoes. Their scientific name is potato. In some areas, they are called potato. In English, they are also called potatoes. In romantic France, potatoes are also affectionately called "underground apples"! The appearance of potatoes is pitted, but this does not affect the nutritional value of potatoes at all. You see, it contains a lot of starch, protein, vitamin C, etc. Everyone loves to eat potatoes, but don’t think that all potatoes can be eaten: Fat Don’t eat sprouted potatoes because they contain excessive amounts of solanine, which can cause poisoning or even death after eating; and don’t eat them with tomatoes, which can cause gastric indigestion. Potatoes are delicious and can Processed into various delicious foods, such as fashionable potato chips, potato shreds for rice, etc. If you think potatoes are delicious but not easy to grow, you are wrong: in Guizhou, Yunnan, and even in high-cold and high-heat areas, There are traces of potatoes. Different regions also have different salty, sweet and other flavors! After listening to my introduction to potatoes, you must have a better understanding and love of potatoes, right? .

A large number of potatoes left the soil in large quantities. I felt the merchants bargaining with some inexplicable thoughts. I watched helplessly as the people in the city continued to subvert the future they had worked so hard for. Not all eyes could see through the potatoes. Their intentions for abundance are different from those of potatoes. Their focus is only on their own appetite. Their evaluation of potatoes is only some appearance indicators. The general desire for potatoes has nothing to do with considering them as a plant. As a popular vegetable, potatoes have lost their choice. Tudou has no voice, he has no right to choose the future shape, psychological trends and the value scale of general plants. 5. How to write the composition "I harvested potatoes"

"I harvested potatoes"

In my hometown, after September, potatoes are basically mature. Mature potatoes have green and yellow leaves. It is covered with black spots, which are very much like the age spots on an old man's face. There is an air of twilight and an air of determination that has been weathered. Yellow, yellow must be thorough; black, black must be calm. Some leaves are rolled, and the rolled leaves are really the foreheads of the old people in the village who are struggling to survive. They are wrinkled. Hidden in the wrinkles are the unspeakable years, and the gradual aging and struggling to survive. That kind of indifference.

Digging potatoes is a technical job. If you don't know how to dig, you will peel the potatoes underground. I know how to dig, follow the root of the stem, expand the area a little, gently insert the shovel, hold it up steadily, pick up the stem, shake off the soil at the root, clatter, the soil falls, and the potatoes on the roots Take off the mud on your body, revealing your yellow skin. One, two, three, four, and sometimes five or six potatoes of different sizes will be dug out from one root. Some are as big as a fist, some are even bigger, some are as small as steamed buns, and some are as small. tomato. Potatoes are very united. No matter how big or small, they cling tightly to one root, just like several children nurtured by a mother throughout her life. They grow up in order by pulling on the mother's soft vagina. The relay of love is underground. At the beginning, the older ones learned the humility of nourishment, while the younger ones cherished the gifts given by the elders, sucked the moisture of the countryside, chewed the nutrients of the soil, kept a common promise, did not show up in public, did not chase the superficial elegance, just Underground, grow yourself into a kind of strength, a kind of faith cultivated in the soil.

Over the years, my local experience has always told me that any fruit that grows underground has an unparalleled purity and determination. It refuses all tampering by human desires, and refuses enlarging agents and ripening agents; it breeds a kind of Indestructible loyalty and loyalty, loyalty to the land, this kind of loyalty, just like your brother in life and death, is worthy of lifelong trust and trust.

Whenever I dug potatoes, my task when I was young was to peel off the soil from the potatoes dug by my parents, pile them together, and dry them in the sun. The sky in September is very empty, but the land in September is very full. Time is doing arithmetic on the land. We use the action of "digging" to fill in the blanks and do addition. By adding seeds to the land, we gain food and clothing, and of course we also gain additional poetry and art. By filling every day with sweat and hard work, we gain confidence, because good days are always to come. After peeling off the wet mud from the potatoes, the mixed smell of grass and mud fills the nostrils. The appetite brought by the potatoes churns in the stomach, and saliva begins to beat on the taste buds. The withered stems are twisted and twisted, like a snake gradually shedding its skin. Grasshoppers danced idly on the rice seedlings, playing some vague music intermittently, and there were also drought-tolerant frogs panicking into the distant grass to find hiding holes. The mouse escaped from the hole on the edge of the field, trying to avoid the blade of the shovel. A natural tribe living peacefully in a potato field. The slightest sound of a person's arrival is undoubtedly like a thunder to the ants and grasshoppers on the ground. Of course, there are also some earthworms and maggots that eat potatoes in the soil. After enjoying the unearned food, they make their homes in potatoes. They attempt to continue their dream of once and for all, but it ends miserably with the arrival of the harvest season. Perhaps the sensitive grasshoppers informed them of the message. As soon as the shovel loosened the soil, many earthworms and maggots swayed quickly and jumped out of the ground. We have two ways to deal with these pests, either pick them up and put them in plastic bags and take them home to feed the chickens, or kill them without mercy and separate their heads and bodies. The scene is cruel and can also be said to be thrilling.

The fathers dug from one end of the ground to the other, behind them were piles of potato stalks and piles of potatoes. The cool autumn sunshine makes the potatoes on the ground shine brightly. Looking from a distance, they look like eggs hatched by chickens. In winter, we don’t have to worry about having no food to eat. The autumn sun always gives people a trance-like feeling. It is held up by light clouds, as if it is suffering from a moderate illness that is about to recover, making people wonder whether the sun has the strength to move forward. We were digging potatoes and debating whether to eat fried shredded potatoes or boiled potatoes tonight. Before dark, we put the potatoes into snakeskin bags and hauled them home. Leave them in the yard for a few days, wait until the water has evaporated almost before the frost, and then store the potatoes in the cellar to wait for the winter. 6. Composition "I Learned to Peel Potatoes"

I love my hometown, and I love the potatoes in my hometown even more.

In autumn, potatoes are everywhere. They are round in shape and have many round pits on them. Some potatoes are as big as an adult's fist. The skin of the potatoes is earthy yellow, which is very unsightly. But after peeling off the skin, the beige flesh is revealed. After cutting it open, it was even more flawless. It can be eaten in all kinds of ways: if you make it into shredded potatoes, the dish will have a charming aroma and will make your mouth water a lot. Once I ate potatoes and my stomach was so round. I couldn't even sleep. If used to stew pork ribs soup, it will taste really delicious! Make sure you want to eat it again. Potatoes can also be fried with other vegetables. Do you know where vermicelli comes from? It's actually made of potatoes.

There are many ways to eat potatoes, so I won’t go into them one by one. If you are interested in potatoes from our hometown, come to our hometown as a guest and I will teach you how to make potatoes.

Tudou, you are the pride of our hometown. 7. I want an essay on how to cut shredded potatoes. The process is detailed, about 400 words.

Today, my mother taught me how to make a dish - fried shredded potatoes.

When cooking dinner, I first took out a fresh potato from the refrigerator, and then peeled off the potato skin with a planer. It had to be very clean. The first time I shaved it off, it looked like a big painted face. The second time it was OK, but there were still some places that were not shaved off. The third time it was shaved off very cleanly. Then I need to prepare a basin of water, which needs to be cold, and then cut the potatoes. When cutting potatoes, be careful not to cut your hands with the knife. I also cut my nails occasionally, so it's very dangerous.

Potatoes need to be cut twice, the first time cut the potatoes into slices, the second time cut the potato slices into strips, that is, potato shreds. Then put it in the prepared water and soak it for a while. Then cut another green chili. After a while, I started to fry the shredded potatoes. I had to add a little more oil. Fried shredded potatoes seemed easy but difficult to make. When frying, you need to fry every part, otherwise it will stick to the pan and slowly burn, making it unpalatable. When frying, you also need to add some salt and chicken essence, and finally add a little boiling water. After frying for a while, you can put it on a plate and eat it. Eating the shredded potatoes I fried myself, the taste is different, very delicious!

I am so happy because I learned how to cook!

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