1. Grandma's zongzi composition is 65 words

"Zongzi smells good, and it smells good in the kitchen. The wormwood leaves are fragrant and fragrant. Peach branches are inserted in the gate, and when you go out, you can see the wheat is yellow. " The ballad of Dragon Boat Festival is the cuckoo in the early morning, crisp and clear.

My hometown wakes up from a midsummer night's dream, and I see the grass in front of the steps in a sleepy way, covered with the fragrance of dew

beads last night.

Grandma's tiny steps, stepping on the wet morning dew, and rough palms rubbing my soft hair

I want to stay in bed in the cool morning breeze, but the Dragon Boat Festival song has been sung in Grandma's kitchen, and my sleepiness suddenly dispersed in that fragrance.

The fragrance of Dragon Boat Festival begins with the fragrance of zongzi leaves. The dark green leaves have the lovely shape of bamboo leaves and the refreshing smell of wormwood. Grandma spread two bundles of leaves in a pot of white porcelain, poured a pot of

boiling water, and the water vapor rose, wrapped in the fragrance, just like boiling water to make tea, and the fragrance contained in the leaves was dyed out, which was like living.

I went to see the rice soaked all night. The grains were bright and full, and they were all leaning against each other at this time.

I was so lazy that I was like drinking nectar all night, and I couldn't get rid of the wine after a deep sleep. Grandma's zongzi

is extremely simple, with only red dates and glutinous rice, green leaves wrapped in red and white stuffing, not greasy or sweet, original and pure, but with a unique sweetness, which deeply fascinated my childhood.

I am fascinated by grandma's process of wrapping zongzi. Three layers of zongzi leaves are set up in a staggered way, gently spread and smooth, and then bend your hands slightly to form a small conical shape. Add a pinch of rice in the sharp corner, pinch three red dates in the rice, and then cover it with a pinch of rice. Grandma won't let

jujube out of the rice, so the juice of jujube won't flow out, and it's all soaked in rice without sugar, but

it's more fragrant and sweeter. Grandma's big hand is tightly holding the leaves of rice dumplings filled with stuffing, and a string is tightly wound around

, wrapped twice and tied, which becomes a delicate four-corner rice dumpling. I quickly held

, looked at it carefully and liked it with my eyes full. I also tried to wrap one, spread the zongzi leaves, bend them into a small cone, and put rice and dates. I always couldn't hold the zongzi leaves and wound the thread tightly, and I always missed the rice < P > or wrapped them into a plane with three corners. Grandma said with a smile, "My son is small-handed, and she is not working. She must be idle and enjoy a lifetime of happiness." The sun shines on my grandmother's back during the Dragon Boat Festival.

I sit in the shadow cast by my grandmother and wonder if I can eat rice dumplings wrapped in milk every day to enjoy a lifetime of happiness ...

The rice dumplings are slurping in the pot, which is the most appropriate singing of the Dragon Boat Festival songs. The aroma

overflows from the kitchen and hangs over the whole yard. I can't stop picking them. Grandma's zongzi is wrapped in three layers of leaves. The longer it is cooked, the softer the rice becomes, and the more it can soak the fragrance of the leaves. Grandma burned the fire long and thin, and I fell asleep in the warm afternoon ... When I woke up, the zongzi was already cooked, and grandma was already cold on the plate. I hold

a zongzi. I think grandma's zongzi looks alive, so I need to use one as a quantifier.

When I pull it gently, the string will come off and the leaves of the zongzi will be unfolded. The delicate four-corner zongzi is cooked thoroughly

brightly, slightly dyed turquoise. The first bite is the fragrance of leaves, and the second one is sweet and glutinous rice. I

don't like it. Grandma said that the baby was bloated after eating, so she gently rubbed my chubby belly with her thick and hard hands ...

I grew up in the ballad of the Dragon Boat Festival, and the small trees in front of me were full of feet every other year, but grandma grew old with my

fresh and tender contrast. Later, I ate eight-treasure rice dumplings, egg yolk rice dumplings and fresh meat rice dumplings, but they were not as pure as grandma's rice dumplings. Later, I saw long bamboo tube dumplings and mini dumplings wrapped with colorful lines, but they were not as good as grandma's three-layered dumplings. Milk

Milk dumplings gently beat the taste buds I recall every Dragon Boat Festival.

The ballad of Dragon Boat Festival is ringing again, and grandma's zongzi is yearning for me across time and hometown. 2. Grandma's jiaozi composition is 6 words, imitating Grandma's Zongzi

Grandma's jiaozi is the best jiaozi.

I lived in my grandmother's house when I was a child. If you eat jiaozi in the morning, grandma will get up early and go out to buy the freshest meat and the best stuffing.

I probably get up early, too, because when I hear that I want to eat jiaozi, I will get up with great excitement and get up early when the sun only jumps out of a naughty little foot. I walked lightly for fear of disturbing my grandmother (grandmother's mother) who was still sleeping.

Grandma was an octogenarian at that time, and her hearing was very poor. It is reasonable to say that she couldn't hear small movements, but what puzzled me when I was young was that every time I stood quietly in front of grandma's door, I found that she was already up. Grandma holds a claw comb in her hand and slowly combs it from the top to the bottom of her hair.

She doesn't look in the mirror, so she combs her hair, sits in an old elm chair by the window and looks out with her head sideways. I didn't know what she was looking at, so I asked, "Grandma, what are you looking at?" Grandma gently sipped her mouth and tugged at the corners of her mouth slightly without saying a word.

I looked out of the window. It was just a few passers-by, a few young people who were in a hurry and were afraid of being late for work, and some old people with a bundle of fresh vegetables in their hands. Oh, I probably know what grandma is looking at.

grandma came in and was so tired that she was sweating and sat on the red oak sofa to rest. Grandma saw that I got up early and tidied up all over again, so she casually wiped her broken hair back, looked at me and grinned.

While smiling, she said, "You wait, and grandma will make you a good sip!" I nodded hard, and two braids drew a happy track in the air. "Go and call grandma."

grandma walked to the kitchen while talking, and I jumped and shouted, "grandma-grandma is back!" " As soon as I stepped out of the living room, I saw grandma's skinny hand holding the door hard. I can only see grandma's eyes in my field of vision, but I feel that these eyes are very different.

Grandma's jiaozi is out of the oven. First, give me a bowl, pour hot soup and sprinkle some chopped green onion. This made me drool, so I took chopsticks and started to eat jiaozi.

Grandma will give Grandma another bowl and six jiaozi. Grandma eats very slowly, and she has to chew for a long time with a bite, but after swallowing it, she will laugh and laugh so happily, as if she had never eaten more delicious food in her life.

I also think this is the most delicious food. Grandma's dumplings are thin and thick, which are pure salty and pure meat.

The onion and garlic are embedded in it, and the freshness and fragrance penetrate into the wrapped meat, which sets off the taste perfectly. Grandma's soup was made in another way, and its taste matched that of jiaozi, which made me wish I had two stomachs and poured all the soup into my body.

I asked my grandmother, what did jiaozi do? I also want to be jiaozi! Grandma smiled brightly and said, "Good, good! Good girl, you should learn to be a jiaozi when you are older, and then cook it for grandma and grandma! " Later, time took my memory away and took me away from my childhood. I also began to learn to be a jiaozi, and I can be decent.

First, wash your hands clean, carefully spread the dumpling skin in your palm, then dip some bright water in the middle finger of your index finger to make the outer ring of the stuffing skin wet, slowly knead a long piece of stuffing in the middle, and finally curl your hands a little, gently pinch the edge of the dumpling skin and fold a few wrinkles. When I make a pot full of jiaozi, my grandmother will go to jiaozi.

she still gave birth to grandma and me first. "Go and give it to grandma."

She filled six jiaozi's and asked me to bring them into the room. I put it on the nanmu table in grandma's room and said to grandma's portrait, "Grandma, sip jiaozi."

I knelt down and kowtowed three times. The ponytail was attached to the wooden floor, and many previous things flashed in my heart.

I turned my head to look at the scenery outside the window. There were sanitation workers walking back and forth on the road. People rushing to work were driving cars and honking their horns at intersections eagerly. The old people have a gossip about what they did not build. They push shopping carts with dishes and grandchildren's favorite snacks. I got up, wiped the last bit of moisture from my eyes, and still pretended to be light and jumping out to eat hot jiaozi.

jiaozi is not pure and delicious, but also mixed with joy of experience and nostalgia of time. I ate slowly, feeling that the taste inside was a little sweet and salty.

grandma turned off the old range hood, the fan stopped whirring, and the room suddenly became quiet. I picked up the bowl and took a sip of warm soup. At that moment, the memories of my childhood that were crushed at the bottom of the box revived. I looked at my grandmother and said, Grandma, my jiaozi is delicious, and even my grandmother will be happy! Grandma smiled brilliantly, and slowly cast her eyes into the distance, saying, "Good girl, grandma has ascended to heaven and become a fairy.

She knows how good you are to her, and she will bless you. " That determined look has never drifted with the tide in the long river of time. I made it into a small boat and sailed on it firmly, heading for the bright side, but I was far away from home without paying attention.

Now I only go back to my grandmother's house once for a long time. For more than ten years, I have eaten many kinds of jiaozi: frozen jiaozi in the supermarket, fried jiaozi in the breakfast shop, jiaozi stuffed with pork and cabbage in the north, and shrimp jiaozi in the streets of Hong Kong ... But I think they all lack a taste, but I don't know what it is. I went back to my grandmother's house on Saturday, and she has lived in the new yard.

This is a * * * room. My grandparents thought about it for many years and finally decided to decorate it. Grandma worked hard all her life, worked as a teacher when she was young, was criticized during the Cultural Revolution, and became an accountant after the reform and opening up.

She worked hard to support her family, supported her mother who missed her children all the time, raised a pair of children, and took good care of her grandchildren in her later years, telling the truth of being a man, which made her granddaughter grow too much! My granddaughter has done too little. So as soon as I got off the bus, I rushed to my grandmother who was walking in the small garden and gave her a big hug.

Before saying a few words, she quickly said, "Grandma, how about eating jiaozi tomorrow morning? ！” Grandma nodded without hesitation, and I took her in the door and sat on the leather sofa talking. The next day, I slept until eight or nine o'clock, and the sunlight had spread brightly all over the room. My family had already finished their breakfast, and my grandmother was still cooking jiaozi for me in the kitchen.

after washing, I casually spread my hair over my shoulders, pretending to be a beautiful look that young girls like nowadays. Only then did I realize that I had gone too far away from my childish self, and my grandmother had left life for several years.

I'm all over the body. Is there anything else? 3. Imitate Grandma's Zongzi 6

Grandma's jiaozi is the best jiaozi.

I lived in my grandmother's house when I was a child. If you eat jiaozi in the morning, grandma will get up early and go out to buy the freshest meat and the best stuffing.

I probably get up early, too, because when I hear that I want to eat jiaozi, I will get up with great excitement and get up early when the sun only jumps out of a naughty little foot. I walked lightly for fear of disturbing my grandmother (grandmother's mother) who was still sleeping.

Grandma was an octogenarian at that time, and her hearing was very poor. It is reasonable to say that she couldn't hear small movements, but what puzzled me when I was young was that every time I stood quietly in front of grandma's door, I found that she was already up. Grandma holds a claw comb in her hand and slowly combs it from the top to the bottom of her hair.

She doesn't look in the mirror, so she combs her hair, sits in an old elm chair by the window and looks out with her head sideways. I didn't know what she was looking at, so I asked, "Grandma, what are you looking at?" Grandma gently sipped her mouth and tugged at the corners of her mouth slightly without saying a word.

I looked out of the window. It was just a few passers-by, a few young people who were in a hurry and were afraid of being late for work, and some old people with a bundle of fresh vegetables in their hands. Oh, I probably know what grandma is looking at.

grandma came in and was so tired that she was sweating and sat on the red oak sofa to rest. Grandma saw that I got up early and tidied up all over again, so she casually wiped her broken hair back, looked at me and grinned.

While smiling, she said, "You wait, and grandma will make you a good sip!" I nodded hard, and two braids drew a happy track in the air. "Go and call grandma."

grandma walked to the kitchen while talking, and I jumped and shouted, "grandma-grandma is back!" " As soon as I stepped out of the living room, I saw grandma's skinny hand holding the door hard. I can only see grandma's eyes in my field of vision, but I feel that these eyes are very different.

Grandma's jiaozi is out of the oven. First, give me a bowl, pour hot soup and sprinkle some chopped green onion. This made me drool, so I took chopsticks and started to eat jiaozi.

Grandma will give Grandma another bowl and six jiaozi. Grandma eats very slowly, and she has to chew for a long time with a bite, but after swallowing it, she will laugh and laugh so happily, as if she had never eaten more delicious food in her life.

I also think this is the most delicious food. Grandma's dumplings are thin and thick, which are pure salty and pure meat.

The onion and garlic are embedded in it, and the freshness and fragrance penetrate into the wrapped meat, which sets off the taste perfectly. Grandma's soup was made in another way, and its taste matched that of jiaozi, which made me wish I had two stomachs and poured all the soup into my body.

I asked my grandmother, what did jiaozi do? I also want to be jiaozi! Grandma smiled brightly and said, "Good, good! Good girl, you should learn to be a jiaozi when you are older, and then cook it for grandma and grandma! " Later, time took my memory away and took me away from my childhood. I also began to learn to be a jiaozi, and I can be decent.

First, wash your hands clean, carefully spread the dumpling skin in your palm, then dip some bright water in the middle finger of your index finger to make the outer ring of the stuffing skin wet, slowly knead a long piece of stuffing in the middle, and finally curl your hands a little, gently pinch the edge of the dumpling skin and fold a few wrinkles. When I make a pot full of jiaozi, my grandmother will go to jiaozi.

she still gave birth to grandma and me first. "Go and give it to grandma."

She filled six jiaozi's and asked me to bring them into the room. I put it on the nanmu table in grandma's room and said to grandma's portrait, "Grandma, sip jiaozi."

I knelt down and kowtowed three times. The ponytail was attached to the wooden floor, and many previous things flashed in my heart.

I turned my head to look at the scenery outside the window. There were sanitation workers walking back and forth on the road. People rushing to work were driving cars and honking their horns at intersections eagerly. The old people have a gossip about what they did not build. They push shopping carts with dishes and grandchildren's favorite snacks. I got up, wiped the last bit of moisture from my eyes, and still pretended to be light and jumping out to eat hot jiaozi.

jiaozi is not pure and delicious, but also mixed with the joy of experience and time.