I saw my mother put a killed fish aside. She first took out a large iron pot and put it on the gas stove. Then she snapped off the gas stove and lit the gas. Only the blue flame went straight to the bottom of the pot.

After a while, the pot was hot, and my mother poured some oil into it. After a while, the oil became hot and began to smoke. She quickly put the sliced ginger into the pot, then gently put the fish along the edge of the pot with the fish head in one hand and the fish tail in the other. Suddenly, the pan squeaked and oil splashed everywhere. My mother quickly turned down the fire and took a step back. I hid. A few minutes later, my mother approached the gas stove carefully, picked up a shovel and put it under her stomach, gently turning the fish over.

Mom smiled and said, "Fortunately, the fish's tail didn't fall off." The fish skin was golden yellow and fried for a while. My mother added water, a little yellow wine, some soy sauce, sugar and other seasonings to the pot, then covered the lid and increased the fire.

About ten minutes later, the smell of fish burned out and went straight into my nose. I kept asking, "Are you ready?" Are you ready? "She said quickly," soon. "

Say that finish, she opened the lid, add onion segments to the pot, and then add a little monosodium glutamate. I kept scooping some soup on the fish with a shovel. Slowly, the whole fish was cooked thoroughly.

Finally, mother took a shovel and put the fish on the plate. Ok, a delicious braised fish is ready.

2. My mother keeps a diary of fish. On Sunday, I watched my mother cook fish.

I saw my mother put a killed fish aside. She first took out a large iron pot and put it on the gas stove. Then she snapped off the gas stove and lit the gas. Only the blue flame went straight to the bottom of the pot. After a while, the pot was hot, and my mother poured some oil into it. After a while, the oil became hot and began to smoke. She quickly put the sliced ginger into the pot, then gently put the fish along the edge of the pot with the fish head in one hand and the fish tail in the other. Suddenly, the pan squeaked and oil splashed everywhere. My mother quickly turned down the fire and took a step back. I hid. A few minutes later, my mother approached the gas stove carefully, picked up a shovel and put it under her stomach, gently turning the fish over. Mom smiled and said, "Fortunately, the fish's tail didn't fall off." The fish skin was golden yellow and fried for a while. My mother added water, a little yellow wine, some soy sauce, sugar and other seasonings to the pot, then covered the lid and increased the fire. About ten minutes later, the smell of fish burned out and went straight into my nose. I kept asking, "Are you ready?" Are you ready? "She said quickly," soon. "Say that finish, she opened the lid, add the onion section to the pot, and then add a little monosodium glutamate. I kept scooping some soup on the fish with a shovel. Slowly, the whole fish was cooked thoroughly.

Finally, mother took a shovel and put the fish on the plate. Ok, a delicious braised fish is ready!

3. Primary school homework: How to write a fish diary? How to write a fish observation diary?

An observation diary is a record of observation, so you can do whatever you want. Freedom is conducive to children's play and divergent thinking.

From the original intention of observation, we should not only look at it, but also mobilize the participation of the five senses. Such as the shape and color of fish (goldfish, map fish, loach, tropical fish, etc. ), how fish swim in the water (swimming posture), how to feed (eating style) and how to spit bubbles (breathing) all depend on their eyes to observe. Secondly, the temperature and smell of water depend on the nose and hands. And the sound of fish swimming, you have to listen with your ears.

Observation is the basis of writing. If you don't observe carefully, you will have no support and no landing when writing. Form a good habit of observation, which will benefit you for life. Sometimes you can draw and sketch, look more and draw, and you will observe carefully.

Mom's fish wrote a composition of about 50 words. During the holiday, my mother took me to the market to buy food. The market was crowded with people, and the booth attracted my attention. Fresh ingredients are very rich, including lively shrimp, green and nutritious vegetables, sweet and juicy fruits ... I am dazzled!

Just like Grandma Liu visited the Grand View Garden, I was surprised by everything. My mother went to the fish stall and picked a fresh Wu Guoyu, bought onions, green peppers and red peppers ... all the materials were bought, and we went home full of vegetables. When I got home, my mother took out all the ingredients and seasonings. First, she cut all the onions, green peppers and red peppers, then washed the fish, and finally prepared the tableware so that she could start cooking!

Today, my mother is going to cook her specialty & sweet and sour fish, which is one of my favorite dishes. My mother can fry fish and make sauce. The sauce is made of tomato sauce, sugar and white vinegar. The fish will be fried until golden brown, and then

Put it on a plate and pour the sauce on it, and the sweet and sour fish is finished. I will pick it up and eat it. Wow! Great! I think whoever eats this delicious dish will eat it one after another with a smile.

Stop.

Sweet and sour fish cooked by my mother, the sauce is slightly sour and the fish is soft and tender. Everyone who has eaten is full of praise. I want to learn this dish and cook it for my family when I grow up, so that the taste of happiness can be passed down from generation to generation.

My mother gave me fish to eat. The composition is as follows, and the topic is "Mom gives me fish to eat".

After school, I finished my homework. It happened that my mother came home from work. She put down her things and said, "I have to buy fish." I immediately said, "Mom, I have finished my homework. I will go with you. " Mom agreed and took me with her.

When I came to the market, my mother and I picked a big silver carp together. Aunt who sells fish helps us scrape fish scales and dig internal organs.

When I got home, my mother washed the fish again. Then, she picked up a kitchen knife and cut it from the middle of the fish, cutting the fish in half, one female and one male. Then, my mother cut the bone piece by piece. Each half is cut into rectangular fish pieces. Cut it like this so that the fish won't break when fried. Then, mother lit the gas stove, put the iron pot on it and poured a spoonful of salad oil. When the oil smoked, she put the fish pieces in the pot and stirred them. After stir-frying twice, she added half a spoonful of salt, a spoonful of sugar and a small bowl of water, then covered it and let it burn. At the same time, she took a small bowl, put raw flour, vinegar and monosodium glutamate in it, and then mix well. When the fish is cooked, she opens the lid, adds the mixed seasoning, and then mixes it to make it cooked. Then, she put the fish in a basin and sprinkled onions on it. Here we go. She cleaned the wok, put salad oil on it again, cooked the oil, and then poured it on the onion. Only when I heard a "ding" did I hear a fragrance. The smell of this pot of sweet and sour fish slices makes me want to pull out a pair of chopsticks and eat it at once.

Mom is really good at cooking fish. That pot of fish is very eye-catching: bright colors, red and green, bright oil and a sweet smell. At this moment, I couldn't bear it any longer. I can't wait for my parents to take a pair of chopsticks, put a piece of fish in my mouth and eat it. Ah, My Sweetie, the sour taste is delicious. Please don't call me greedy, that's my mother's skill in cooking fish is really great!

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The diary Fish describes the process of cooking and eating fish today in 400 words. Today, my father bought a big crucian carp from the market and said he would cook fish for me. I jumped three feet for joy, because I like fish best.

Dad started cooking fish. My mother and I are waiting for the stars and the moon outside. Dad finally succeeded. First, there was an attractive smell from the kitchen. Then my father opened the door and put a delicious and steaming dish of "braised fish" on the table. Willy-nilly, I picked up chopsticks and stuffed the fish into my mouth. I swallowed anything before eating it. While I was eating, I suddenly felt a hard thing stuck in my throat. I immediately realized that this is the "old enemy" who has been eating fish for many years-the fishbone is at work. I immediately took out two common tricks: drinking vinegar and swallowing the whole dish or rice. After several times, I was tortured to death, but this fishbone was still stuck in my throat. Finally, I swallowed a mass of rice with difficulty before swallowing this "strong and unyielding" fishbone with me.

From this time on, I never dare to eat fish again.

7. The details of my mother's cooking fish, 200 words, are my mother's giving me life, bringing me to a rich world, and giving me a pair of hands that can touch and feel nature; She gave me a pair of ears to listen to all the wonderful sounds; It was she who gave me a pair of eyes to observe the masterpieces of nature and let me see the colorful nature. Spring silkworm has never said a word of boasting, but her silver silk is a ruler to measure life. Therefore, mother is as great as spring silkworm. When the peach blossom is in full bloom, it will always be a green leaf.

Mom is the busiest and hardest person in our family. It seems that she was born for our happy life all her life. When the sun just jumped out of the East China Sea and we were still in a sweet dream, she got up early and came to the kitchen to prepare a nutritious breakfast for us. After breakfast, she sent me to school as usual and kept reminding me: "Listen carefully in class and don't be distracted." ...! "I kept nodding and then walked to the school gate. As soon as I entered the school, she turned back from time to time step by step and walked towards the place of work. In the evening, my mother couldn't rest after a day's work, so she took a snack and waited for me at the fork in the road at the school gate to take me home. When she got home, she cooked. Looking at her back, I can't help thinking: Mom is really hard! After half an hour's hard work, my mother brought hot delicious food, including braised pork ribs, bone and flesh, delicious fat fish, scrambled eggs with tomatoes and beef in casserole ... I was so greedy that I ate it. My mother watched me gobble it up with a gratified smile on her face. When I burped, I walked into the bedroom contentedly.