Composition 1: Family Composition; My taste of love is a 13-word

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family composition; My taste of love

family composition; My taste of love

In the soft light, the whole family sat around the dining table, waiting for my mother to bring out the last dish from the kitchen. Everyone ate a warm dinner prepared by my mother and enjoyed my mother's love for the whole family. This warm picture will never be erased in my mind.

When I was a child, I liked to watch my mother cooking in the kitchen. She was busy in an orderly way. My mother's skillful movements were like charming dances. The pictures of dishes stir-frying in the pot once filled me with longing. They were so sacred and attractive. And I often think to myself: that must be a very interesting thing, or why does my mother always have a happy expression on her face? Since then, my young mind has had a first impression on cooking, and I have fantasized for countless times that one day I can cook for myself.

As time goes by, I have grown from a kid to a young man now. I am tall and mature at heart, but my love for cooking is more deeply rooted. I still like to cook and get some dishes for my family to taste. Of course, it would be great if I could hear family members' affirmation of their skills. And I gradually understand that the real delicious food is not only the enjoyment of one's taste, but also the feeling of one's mind. If a person eats your cooking and touches his heart, then this is the real meaning of cooking. If every dish is cooked in our mind, then it will definitely become a delicious food, just like my

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people will always think that my mother's cooking will be more fragrant, and that is precisely because my mother poured her love into the food.

Finally, my childhood dream will come true. In order to realize my dream of food, I resolutely walked into New Oriental. Here, I started the first step of my dream. What makes me happy is that I learned not only how to make dishes and how to cook them well, but more importantly, how to make myself successful in social life. When sharpening the knife for the first time, I was deeply impressed by the teacher's teaching. The teacher said: Calm down, hold yourself steady, sharpen your knife with your heart, and be cautious ~ What a philosophical word ~ < P > With my study in New Oriental, I also deeply realized that real food can not only fill my stomach and satisfy my taste buds, but also make people feel moved and grateful. The food cooked by my mother is a warm home flavor. Imagine that when you cook a meal together with your lover, and then have a candlelight dinner together, the candlelight is swaying and the red wine is fragrant. I think that even if you cook a very simple meal at this time, you will find it the most delicious thing, and you will definitely fall in love with cooking and make a taste of love.

Delicious food has different meanings in each of us. Whether it's mom's warm dinner or couples' romantic dinner, they move me and make me more fascinated by cooking. The feeling of beauty and the enjoyment of taste make me have an indissoluble bond with delicious food, and I will bring you more and better delicious food in the future, which will not only make people full, but also touch them.

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my food love, this is its value.

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A beam of sunshine is so brilliant when it enters through the window, it shines on my heart, and the pine outside the window is so lush. It's a bright morning. Warm sunshine is always touching. ? I was dressing, and suddenly I smelled a fragrance. I rushed to the kitchen and saw my mother frying eggs under the door. "Pa, pa," my mother was trying to turn over the eggs, and with a bang, the oil spilled on her hand. She frowned and endured the pain and continued to turn over. ? Looking at my mother's busy figure reminds me of when I was a child, when I couldn't sleep, my mother held me late; In summer, my mother gave me a fan, but she was all sweaty as if she had just taken a bath. ? "Li Yizhou is going to eat soon!" Mother gave a cry. I was suddenly surprised: isn't family love breakfast? Isn't my heart a bowl of rice? I suddenly came out of my memory. Seeing that my mother was serving rice, I was a little greedy and took a bite. Today's breakfast was particularly delicious. I picked up an fried egg and handed it to my mother: "Mom, you eat too!" " Mom-smiled! That smile reflects the sunshine, warm and moving! Composition 3: "Affection is a bowl of delicious soup _ Grade One _ Narrative Composition _ Excellent Composition for Junior High School" 6 words

Affection is a bowl of delicious soup _ Grade One _ Narrative Composition _ Excellent Composition for Junior High School

Every time I come home, my grandmother will make me a bowl of delicious soup, which is called delicious food on earth.

since I was a child, I like to drink the soup cooked by my grandmother. There are many kinds of soup cooked by my grandmother. There are tomato and egg soup supplemented with vitamin C, nutritious and delicious bone soup, nourishing and beautifying pig's trotters soup ... all of which are called delicious food on earth.

Grandma cooked bone soup for me in the kitchen. Grandma came to the vegetable market early in the morning to buy fine bones. The bones she bought were carefully selected. When grandma buys bones, she must see whether they are real bones or not, and whether the bones have bone marrow ... Grandma chopped the meat in the kitchen, blanched it, sauteed it slightly, drained it, put in onion and ginger and simmered it for a few hours. After a while, the aroma of bone soup gradually floated out of the kitchen, and the aroma became stronger and stronger. The aroma of the soup was like a butterfly around you, and the bone oil in the pot was boiled. I braved some bubbles, but my eyes gradually moistened with the thick aroma. Here and there is a bowl of soup: this is obviously grandma's love for me.

Grandma brought me a bowl of fragrant soup, which looks ordinary but contains grandma's love for me.

With the lingering fragrance of soup, I talked with my grandmother. When I was a child, I was curious to see her wrapping jiaozi, and I wanted to try it myself. So I learned from my grandmother's appearance, picked up a wrapper with vegetables in it, and wrapped jiaozi in a mess like her, making the table a mess.

My grandmother cleaned it for a long time before cleaning it up. It's a lot of trouble for grandma. I cried and laughed when I heard grandma talk about this. Words by the bowl are like stones thrown into the long river of time. Indifferent without echo, clear as heaven and earth. Impatient people do not understand the beauty of soup. Only by lasting peace can a bowl of good soup be cooked.

affection is a delicious soup. Composition 4: "The delicious family on the tip of the tongue" 22 words

The delicious mother on the tip of the tongue went home for dinner!

The magic food brings us is often beyond our imagination-Inscription

We eat more rice and tear more almanac, but the days of seeing the sun are getting less and less, and the days of facing the moon are unconsciously spread out on almanac papers and bowls of white rice.

Although the sleep time is as pitiful as the handmade food in this society, it has not stopped my deep love for food. As soon as I heard that the third season of China on the tip of my tongue was about to enter the field shooting stage, I quickly tapped the keyboard with these hands that have also cooked for many years, and I saw the first season of China on the tip of my tongue again. If you hold a kitchen knife in your hand and ask your mother to help you tie an apron, you will be happier.

China has a vast territory and a large population, and 56 ethnic groups blend harmoniously. Coupled with the complicated and changeable climate, the blessing of Chinese ancestors and the creative inheritance of Chinese descendants, it has created a beautiful landscape on the dining table. Because of this landscape, the common people have burst into a full state of great vigor and vitality in this highly competitive 21st century. Gratitude for food has to be put on the agenda. With the help of this article, express a little respect and gratitude to the food.

Yunnan Ersi, Fujian Dingbian Paste, Peanut Soup, Liuzhou Snail Powder, Anyang Flat Noodles, and Regan Noodles, Hubei, whether they are well-known or unknown, have positioned their final destination in the mouth of every diner in China accurately and uniformly.

In the morning, when the first ray of sunshine shines into low-rent housing, rural mud tile walls, township communities, urban high-rise buildings and private villas, food wakes up. Those lying frozen in the refrigerator, those lying on the side of the road waiting for customers to take them away, and those sleeping in specialty stores waiting for health care workers to choose carefully, finally ushered in the moment when they showed their talents, returned to society, returned to nature and returned to farmers for their hard cultivation. Grandparents, who have been suffering for a lifetime, have bought all kinds of fresh fruits, vegetables and a room full of freshness and crispness, holding a vegetable basket that they have been carrying horizontally for decades, facing the comfortable air and smiling at the sunshine. When the spirit is low, when the physical condition is poor, besides spending money on traveling, it is really a different kind of comfort to smell and touch the food that comes into our mouth every day. Perhaps you will find that the happiness of those extraordinary people really exists around you, and you will feel in your heart: from now on, happiness is finally no longer passing by.

I remember when I was young, food was the driving force for us to have fun. Food is just a spare tire when we enjoy the time made up of the combination of childishness and youth. When the sun sets

on the western hills, when it rains cats and dogs, and when my mother calls in the distance, "Mom, I'm hungry, and it becomes a word to communicate with my mother and do more." Run home, around my mother's side, wash vegetables, pour water, watch my mother cut vegetables, watch my mother pour oil into the pot, watch my mother stir-fry, watch my mother sweat all over her face, smell the special smell of lampblack and the smell of food, and sit on the square table and knock chopsticks, shouting "Is mom ready? I'm so hungry ~" Please carefully recall how my mother responded to us at this time, if you can. Most of the time, or most of the time, what we hate most is sameness. What stars are the same after plastic surgery, mother's nagging is the same, and the return of work is the same, but perhaps this answer is well known to everyone, and I hope to keep this answer the same.

Mother brought the food to you, and the food became your second mother. You can tell her what to do at will, and roll her with chopsticks at will, in order to satisfy your taste and my enjoyment, and to fill this hungry and empty stomach by chance. However, no matter how we roll, the food is still as bright as yesterday, and we will always hold on to it, just as my mother always calls you and me home for dinner, no matter how late we go home, she has never changed. However, the almanac still has to be torn. My mother's hair seems to have been fried in oil, and it smells like the passage of time. My mother's waist has been knocked by a spatula, and the cooking posture is no longer as handsome as when I was young. Suddenly, we know that the food won't grow old because my mother bought it with her youth and years, thanks to the food and thanks to my mother. Food and mother are really one. This reminds me of a scripture I read in Confucius Institute: The Wishing Sutra of the Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha. Bodhisattva transformed tsumoru into two places at once, and made all sentient beings. Mother and food may just come to visit us, let us feel happiness, and feel the happiness brought to us by taste and affection.

slowly, people grow taller, and the almanac can stand on tiptoe and tear it. I know, I have grown up. At that time, the old-fashioned cement floor and old-fashioned cauldron firewood stove in the kitchen were transformed into gas stoves and shiny floor tiles because of the spring breeze of reform and opening up, the struggle of family members and the accumulated virtues of ancestors. At that time, the boy who could only knock chopsticks now knocked on the spatula. My mother became me then, washing vegetables for me, pouring water for me, watching me pour oil and watching me stir-fry. When I turned around, one thing remained unchanged: my mother's smile. Man ~ what a reincarnation animal. Still living in the world, my mother and I have started the call and reincarnation of roles, thanks to life and food for letting us know.

Now, my height is about to decline, just like my mother's. Think about how fast time really goes. My mother, who gave birth to me when she was less than 2 years old, has been fried by the oil in the pot and the spatula in her hand for thousands of times before she is 5 years old. Now, although the tearing of the almanac has already passed the difficult period of standing on tiptoe, the hand never dares to touch it easily again.

At the moment, the friends in the post bar are enjoying various breakfasts in their hometown. A man took out his own breakfast ~ the followers below greeted him with envy. Yes ~ China on the tip of the tongue, the delicious food on the tip of the tongue, if there is no feeling of doing it yourself and participating, will there be a faint regret? I think the original intention of China on the tip of the tongue to set up this program is definitely not just to show the essence of this profound country.

When the sun goes down, we will say, "Mom, come home for dinner!" Just like our mother called us home for dinner with a smile. What a wonderful and warm scene it would be. Unfortunately, we are in a foreign land now, and we can't realize this little wish right away.

I don't know how much magic and happiness food can bring us, but one thing is certain: the magic food brings us is often beyond our imagination.

Shi Shuifeng wrote at 2: 42 midnight on May 15th, 215: "Affection is a bowl of delicious soup" in 6 words

Every time I come home, my grandma will make me a bowl of delicious soup, which is called a delicious dish on earth.

since I was a child, I like to drink the soup cooked by my grandmother. There are many kinds of soup cooked by my grandmother. There are tomato and egg soup supplemented with vitamin C, nutritious and delicious bone soup, nourishing and beautifying pig's trotters soup ... all of which are called delicious food on earth.

Grandma cooked bone soup for me in the kitchen. Grandma came to the vegetable market early in the morning to buy fine bones. The bones she bought were carefully selected. When grandma buys bones, she must see whether they are real bones or not, and whether the bones have bone marrow ... Grandma chopped the meat in the kitchen, blanched it, sauteed it slightly, drained it, put in onion and ginger and simmered it for a few hours. After a while, the aroma of bone soup gradually floated out of the kitchen, and the aroma became stronger and stronger. The aroma of the soup was like a butterfly around you, and the bone oil in the pot was boiled. I braved some bubbles, but my eyes gradually moistened with the thick aroma. Here and there is a bowl of soup! This is obviously my grandmother's love for me!

Grandma brought me a bowl of fragrant soup, which looks ordinary but contains her love for me.

With the lingering fragrance of soup, I talked with my grandma. When I was a child, I was curious to see her wrapping jiaozi.

I wanted to try it myself, so I picked up a wrapper to put food in, and wrapped jiaozi's mess in it like grandma did.