In our daily study, work and life, everyone has tried to write a composition, which is a narrative way that people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in memory in written form. So, how to write a composition? Here are 8 words of hot clay pot rice composition I compiled for you, hoping to help you.

After math class, it began to rain lightly. The air was completely devoid of the freshness of autumn, but it was a little cooler, which made people want to wrap up their clothes.

Because of the rain, my parents drove to pick me up from school. Just after the cat got into the car, my father sitting in the driver's seat asked me and my mother, "We won't eat at home at night, but eat out. What would you like to eat?" Mother wants to drink mutton soup, and I can't think of anything to eat at the moment, so my father said, "Let's go to the new city square, where there are many delicious foods. Let's go and have a look."

We stopped the car happily, and my father wanted to get an umbrella from the trunk. My mother and I refused, because walking in the rain was so romantic! Having said that, my father still stubbornly held an umbrella and muttered at the back: "Don't blame me for your cold, it's cold outside!" "

We wandered around the first floor, wanting to eat McDonald's for a while, Starbucks for a while, and finally trying Japanese cuisine on the third floor, but we all failed because we couldn't reach an agreement. Suddenly, my mother suggested, "Then let's go to the first floor." There are so many special snacks on the first floor, one next to the other, and there are long queues in front of some doors. We finally chose a clay pot rice. Why? First, because I haven't tried clay pot rice, and second, my parents also want to savor the taste of the past. We ordered bacon and bamboo shoot rice and black pepper beef rice. In the process of waiting, we played a new trick on the receipt. I found that when I scratched with my nails, there would be a black mark on the paper, like a pencil. My father was particularly enthusiastic to popularize science for me: "This kind of paper is called thermal paper, because the temperature is very high when the nails are scratched, so it will leave a mark on the paper ..."

Just under my father's endless explanation, clay pot rice came up. The three of us fill our stomachs in different ways. I ate quietly, my father took a picture gracefully and began to taste it slowly. My mother took a few mouthfuls here and scooped a few spoons there. No matter what way my parents ate, they all did the same thing: when they found the delicious ingredients in the clay pot rice, they would send them to my mouth to share with me.

The air is filled with bacon, black pepper, a little smoke and a strong smell of love. From the hot steam, I saw my parents' vague faces. Maybe one day, I may have my family, my children, and their families, but it is always the theme of life for a family to sit together and enjoy delicious food happily. This is the inheritance of love!

In a warm winter night, in a bowl of hot clay pot rice, I learned the true meaning of love and being loved!