1. My mother prepares breakfast for me in the early morning. Detailed description essay for eighth grade, 600 words. Every morning, my mother always gets up before it is bright and makes breakfast for me.

It stands to reason that I am a very happy child, because I have something to eat as soon as I get up, but I am not satisfied yet.

Every time my mother brings me breakfast, I look at it and either say "Oh, I don't want to eat this." Or I'm "tired of eating it."

Every time I murmur for a while and then bite the bullet and eat it.

Yesterday, my mother finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly, "Since you don't want to eat, then get up early tomorrow, buy it yourself, and eat whatever you want!" I began to think that my mother was angry for a moment and said such angry words,

But early this morning, my mother actually "kept her promise" and gave me 5 yuan, and also told me to go to school by myself.

"Oh my God!" I thought secretly in my heart, "How can this work!", but I knew from my mother's tone of voice that she could not resist. She was serious this time, but losing to her like this would be too cheap for her.

So, I replied with a confident tone, "I know!" Then I put on my shoes, put on my schoolbag, and went out like a fly.

When I went to the breakfast stall, I looked around, seeing steamed buns, steamed buns, alas!

These are all things I don’t like to eat!

After working on it for a long time, I had to walk to the door of the shop where I bought Jiangxiang Pancakes, and I truly realized why my mother worked so hard to get up and make breakfast for me. This is my mother's love for me!

Not only does she have to get up early, but she also wants to see what I like to eat and then cook it for me.

If she didn't care about me, she could just throw me a few dollars and leave me alone, but... But she didn't do that!

...After school, I came home and came to my mother. "Mom, thank you. You will make breakfast for me in the future, okay?" My mother smiled and nodded in agreement, and I also laughed.

At that moment, I deeply realized how much love my mother had for me wrapped in her breakfast.

2. Tell everyone about the 600-word essay about making breakfast for the first time!

A steamed egg, a cup of warm sweet milk; fragrant white rice porridge, sticky and mushy, looking crystal clear; and boiled white fungus and red dates.

I was stunned for a moment and didn’t know what to eat?

Because usually, when I have to go to school, I always rush to eat something in the morning and eat whatever I have.

I think I'm going to have a nice lunch today.

At this moment, my mother came over and said: "From a nutritional point of view, three meals a day are in the morning, and breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Especially for students who are in the growth and development period, a day

A well-matched and nutritious breakfast is an important guarantee for efficient study in the morning. Eat the most nutritious foods in the morning, especially foods rich in vitamins and proteins, which can improve people's immunity.

The virus is coming.” After hearing what my mother said, I thought, I’d better eat eggs and a glass of sweet milk first!

I finished eating it in a while, and then had a bowl of white fungus and boiled red dates.

Today's breakfast is indeed different from usual. I will eat more nutritious breakfasts in the future, so that my body will grow healthily.

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(*^__^*) 3. The first time I cooked breakfast, a 400-word essay. Speaking of my first time cooking, it must start from when I was seven years old.

My parents went to work, and I finished my homework at home, and my stomach was already growling with hunger.

How to do it?

Is there any food available from the kitchen chef?

Who would have thought that God would have trouble with me, not even a little bit.

Looking for the kitchen, fortunately there are still some garlic sprouts.

So, I followed my mother's cooking method, washed the garlic sprouts, and discarded the rotten ones.

Once done cut everything.

But when I was cutting the garlic sprouts, I cut my hand clumsily.

At that time, the blood flowed out, and it all flowed on the other garlic sprouts.

I panicked, and only then did I think of bandaging.

After bandaging, I endured the pain and washed the garlic sprouts again.

Then, I cleaned the pot, put the pot on the stove, and poured oil into the pot.

After a while, when the oil was hot, I put the garlic sprouts in.

But accidentally, oil splashed on the wound.

Hot oil dripped through the toilet paper onto the wound.

That hurts!

I still remember it now.

At that time, I sat down on the ground and burst into tears.

After crying for a while, I smelled something sticky.

Following the smell of paste, I took a look, oops!

It’s blurred, it’s blurred!

I was very sad... When my mother came back, she laughed loudly when she saw the food I cooked, and my face turned red in an instant.

However, I feel that this dish is still very delicious and I am happy.

Because I learned to cook, this is the fruit of my labor, it is sweet.

Through this incident, I realized how hard it was for my parents to cook, and I secretly made up my mind: I will definitely help my parents do whatever I can in the future and repay them with excellent results.