In daily study, work and life, everyone has tried to write essays. With the help of essays, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and convey knowledge and information. How to write an essay to avoid making mistakes? The following is a rural seventh-grade composition I compiled for everyone. It is for reference only. You are welcome to read it. Hometown seventh grade composition 1
"Daughter, my grandfather in Wuxi sent me two large packages of xiaolongbao." My mother said to me happily. As a senior foodie, when I heard the three words "Xiao Long Bao", my eyes shone subconsciously and I said eagerly: "Mom, steam a few first, I want to try them." "Okay, what a little kid. Greedy cat," my mother said kindly.
Looking at the frozen xiaolongbao, arranged in an orderly manner on the steamer, I swallowed involuntarily, as if I could taste the taste of xiaolongbao in my mouth.
After ten minutes, the pot was started. I couldn't wait to pick up a plump steamed dumpling with chopsticks and put it on the vinegar plate. As soon as I touched the skin of the xiaolongbao with my mouth, I was burned. Looking at the ethereal white smoke on the xiaolongbao, my thoughts drifted to my hometown thousands of miles away.
When I was a child, whenever I returned to my hometown, I would eat and play non-stop. My hometown is a beautiful city, and it also has a nice name - the land of plenty. There are countless delicacies there, but I especially love the delicious Wuxi Xiao Long Bao.
Whenever the Spring Festival comes, my grandparents will make Xiao Long Bao for me. Rolling out the dough, wrapping the meat stuffing, and adding aspic are all essential steps. At that time, the Xiaolongbao had thick and chewy skin, lots of meat, and the soup could fill a small spoonful...
"Daughter, why are you so stunned? Eat quickly, the Xiaolongbao is getting cold." "Ah, oh, oh." My memory was interrupted by my mother's voice.
I picked up the chopsticks and gently held the xiaolongbao. First bite a small hole in the skin with your mouth, and then slowly put it to your mouth to suck the soup inside. Well, just like when you were a child, there is a lot of soup and it tastes delicious. Tasting it carefully, I tasted the deliciousness of my hometown. Next is the skin of the Xiaolongbao. Even though the skin is very thick, it tastes very strong. It's like my grandfather's rough hands are stroking my head, making me feel the tenderness of my hometown. Finally, I finally had my favorite meat filling. I took a big bite, and the rich meat aroma immediately filled my mouth. The meat filling was tender and juicy, oily but not greasy, and had a little bit of... The unique sweet taste of Wuxi is the same as the taste in my childhood memory, which makes me taste the sweetness of my hometown. I quickly devoured several Xiao Long Bao. The Xiao Long Bao in Wuxi was delicious, thick and full of the taste of my hometown.
Eating Wuxi Xiao Long Bao made me taste the taste of my hometown. It is a taste that will never be erased from my memory. It is delicious, gentle and sweet. Hometown Essay for Grade 7 2
My hometown is in a small corner of Yancheng. The rivers there crisscross the area and the food there is unforgettable.
The river in my hometown often fills the villagers with memories. The largest river in the village is of course the Python River, which winds like a python and runs through the entire village. My old house faces away from the river. The riverside is covered with tall reeds, which are as tall as the house and sway in the wind. I heard from my father that in the past summer, he and his uncle always liked to sneak out of the house while grandpa was sleeping and go swimming in the Python River. While my father was swimming, he was accidentally bitten by a leech. , when we got ashore, we were discovered by our uncle. My uncle and a few other friends finally got the leeches off my father’s body. Since it took a long time to get the leeches, when my grandfather woke up, he saw his father and uncle all wet. When he came in from the front door, he knew that the two brothers had gone swimming in the river again, so he picked up the feather duster and started beating them. When his father and uncle saw this, they ran away and did not come back until evening.
The food in my hometown is unforgettable.
I like to eat the specialty meatballs from my hometown the most. The shape of these meatballs is so beautiful. They are just as big as a small orange. The tender meat is wrapped in a layer of crispy glutinous rice, which is deep-fried. It turns golden brown and is dotted with a little green onion. It makes people salivate! The freshly fried meatballs are the most delicious. Poke one with chopsticks and put it in front of your nose to smell it. The aroma of the oil and the deliciousness of the meat blend together, wrapping the sense of smell and immersing me in a delicious taste. I was drooling and couldn't wait to stuff the whole meatball into my mouth. The meatball gradually melted in the rolling of my tongue. After a while, I swallowed it. Because the last one was too hot, I couldn't taste it, so I I picked another one and put it in my mouth. This time it was much better. I took a bite of the meatball. The glutinous rice skin on the outside felt "crunchy" and crunchy. It was not only very strong when chewed, but also had the delicious taste of the ingredients. , although there is a lot of oil, it is not greasy; the inside is soft to bite, and the meat and glutinous rice inside are fried and a bit sticky. At this time, some oil suddenly overflowed from the glutinous rice and meat, and the oil burst in the mouth, Slowly wrapping the meat and glutinous rice, the oil and meat slid in my mouth, touching the tip of my tongue. I chewed in my mouth, and the meat and oil slid down my esophagus, and my whole body suddenly felt warm. . The warmth and care of my hometown people are also reflected in my heart, which also makes me feel that the meatballs are particularly delicious!
I gradually feel a harmonious, harmonious and full of aftertaste of hometown flavor in my heart Ripples... Local Flavor Seventh Grade Composition 3
When I was growing up, I not only ate a lot of snacks, but also a lot of snacks. Although there are many snacks, my favorite is Youtian’s Liangpi.
That day, my mother and I went to eat cold skin. There were a lot of people, but no matter how many people there were, we still had to "wash the radish by the river - come one by one." When we found our place, the crowd gradually became smaller. While I was waiting, I curiously asked my mother, "How are you making this delicious cold skin?" My mother was stunned when I asked this question, with a look of confusion on her face. At this time, the generous stall owner came to help my mother. She said, "This delicious Liangpi is Shaanxi Liangpi. There is also a legend about Liangpi. During the Warring States Period, Cao Cao led a heavy army to Hanzhong, Shaanxi Province. A lot of rice in the farmland was accidentally wet, and when people were in trouble, a woman came up with a quick idea and ground the rice into rice paste, poured it on linen cloth and steamed it in a pot. A rice cake came out. The woman had just cut it into strips, but she didn't expect that a lot of spices were sprinkled on the rice strips. She took a bite and said that it was delicious. From then on, this way of eating was passed down. Jie, it will make you drool just by looking at it.
Just as she was talking, the stall owner quickly put some mung bean sprouts and gluten in the bowl, then put the cold skin, the cooking water, balsamic vinegar and The aroma of chili oil was fragrant. Then a bowl of fragrant cold rice noodles was placed in front of me. Some juicy cucumbers were sprinkled on the white rice skin, and a layer of red chili oil was spread on it. Another layer, people can't help but praise: "It's so fragrant!"
I couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks, pick up a mouthful and put it in my mouth, and the slippery rice sticks got into my mouth. In his mouth, the fragrance is "Zhuge Liang is a military advisor - worthy of his name." Fragrant, the fragrance reverberates in my mouth like a naughty elf, refusing to go away, and it still makes me linger; salty, the strong sour and salty taste fills my mouth, leaving my tongue with endless aftertaste ; Fresh, the soup is full of umami, and there is only one word in my mind: "cool". Taking another bite of gluten, it was soft and tender, mixed with fresh juice, and made me yell "good". The aroma of chili pepper plus the sourness of balsamic vinegar, the chewy cold skin with mung bean sprouts are spicy, fragrant, cool and refreshing. It’s even better when you smell it and eat it! This kind of taste can only be used with spicy, salty and fresh There is no way to describe it. Look at the two big brothers behind you. They are holding a mobile phone in one hand and chopsticks in the other hand and are devouring food. Suddenly, I accidentally saw my mother. She was eating my cold skin. So, I also started eating.
Speaking of such delicious and lovable cold skin, you can’t help but want to eat a bowl.
Yes! "This taste can only be found in heaven, how many times can we taste it in the world?" Seventh grade composition of rural flavor 4
When you mention my hometown of Ningbo, what everyone thinks of may be the grandeur and portability of the ancient and modern collections of books. It has a grandeur all over the world, but in my heart, what haunts me the most is the familiar taste of my hometown.
As we all know, glutinous rice balls are a specialty of Ningbo. They are as white as white pearls, rolling in the hot water. When a mother sends her son off on a long journey, she always cooks a bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus sugar glutinous rice balls as a farewell meal for him. When he swallows the hot glutinous rice balls, a drop of hot tears overflows. The round glutinous rice balls are the old mother's instructions to her son: go away safely and come back happily. When the husband is about to return home, the wife will also prepare a bowl of hot glutinous rice balls and hand them to her the moment she opens the door. The glutinous rice balls are soft and glutinous, and when they are put into her mouth, the fragrance of sesame seeds lingers on her tongue for three days. The glutinous rice balls are floating in the pot, and the children are playing around. This is the taste of home.
Do you know the dish "Drunken Shrimp"? It is prepared by infusing freshly caught shrimps with rice wine and adding tomato juice. When served, the drunken shrimps are still He was jumping around feebly. Every morning, fishermen go out to sea covered with mist to catch fish. The seafood caught in this way is fresh to the bone. We rarely eat seafood that has been frozen in the freezer for forever. Ningbo people have a mouth that can eat delicious food, and the cooking techniques retain the original taste of the ingredients. The first time I ate drunken shrimp, I was extremely scared. My uncle, who was eating with gusto, soothed my mood and said, "The drunken shrimp is delicious. If you eat it happily, it has realized its value." I held back. With my Bodhisattva heart in mind, I pulled open the heads of the shrimps, opened the belly of the shrimps, and chewed the tender shrimp meat. I don’t know why I was deeply touched: It is true that the soil and water support the people. Ningbo has the unique advantage of being able to taste the freshest seafood. Because of this, Ningbo people have developed a character that is down-to-earth and not delicate or pretentious.
My favorite dish is this yellow croaker wrapped in bean curd skin. It is made of thin tofu skin, wrapped in tender yellow croaker meat and fried in a pan. It has a rich texture, crispy and waxy. , salty and fragrant intertwined, it is truly a delicacy worthy of the name. It reflects the colorful life of Ningbo people: it is a diversified city that is endowed with an excellent port to transport goods to all parts of the world, as well as exquisite textile and handicraft manufacturing industries for domestic demand. Since the reform and opening up, the people of Ningbo have created rapid changes in this small town with their hands. The same is true for this dish. Tofu skin and fish, two incompatible ingredients, can be paired together so perfectly. This is the inclusiveness of food.
The wisdom of books, the tenderness of water, the generosity of Hong Kong, and the diligence of people. This is Ningbo - my hometown, a simple town. I will work hard to build it and let it fully express what I have in my heart. Taste of hometown. Hometown flavor seventh grade composition 5
Anhui is my hometown. There are countless delicious foods there, but I think the most local flavor is the mixed noodles eaten in that alley.
After a tiring journey back to my hometown, it was noon, so naturally I wanted to have a bowl of noodles. The alley was filled with the delicious aroma of the broth cooked by old hens in the shop. I unconsciously quickened my pace and came to the small shop. The boss wears an apron and sleeves and is making noodles in a large pot. "You're back! Do you want to eat these mixed noodles again?" The boss entertained me while working. The aroma of the broth became stronger and stronger, hitting the nostrils and arousing the greed in the stomach. Just smelling it without eating it can make people greedy.
The store is not big and there are no empty tables, but I still have a place to sit - sharing a table with the locals. After a while, we started chatting with them. We didn't feel like strangers at all, as if we were a family. It was my first time to eat here, and there were so many people, so I could only share a table with others. At that time, I still felt a little embarrassed. It was awkward for several strangers to eat together. In fact, it was not the case. They were all from the same hometown. After chatting with each other about the people around them, they became familiar with each other after a while. After so many years, the atmosphere has not changed and the taste of mixed noodles is still strong.
While still talking to the people at the table, a steaming bowl of mixed noodles was served. The bowl was still so big, but the noodles were sticking out. The lady boss said with a smile: "Girl, just now." Come back? Eat it while it's hot, it won't taste like this after it cools down!" After hearing these heart-warming words, I took a bite. Sure enough, the taste of the noodles has not changed, it is still so fragrant, it has been cooked into a sticky paste. The noodles taste smooth and delicate. I was just eating, and I didn't care to talk to the villagers at the same table. At this time, the fellow next to me handed me a tray: "Put on the minced garlic and fried sesame seeds, and I'm sure you can have another bowl!" I took the tray and half-believed it, from the jar of minced garlic and fried sesame seeds. I scooped some out of the jar and added it to the bowl, and the mixed noodles I ate in my mouth were cleaner and more fragrant than before! I nodded in praise repeatedly, and the fellow was very proud: "This mixed noodles is really authentic!" Yes, the boss's craftsmanship coupled with the enthusiasm of the fellow, how can it not be authentic?
After eating, I stood up to leave. The landlady said to me: "See you next year, girl, study hard in Beijing." When I came, the boss greeted me; when I left, the landlady asked me. This kind of care is just like parents caring for their children, with the flavor of home and hometown.