Childhood is a beautiful era that can never be returned, but no matter how long it takes, the taste of childhood is still clear. The following is the "Composition on the Taste of Childhood" compiled by me for everyone. You are welcome to read it. It is for reference only. I hope it will be helpful to you. Chapter 1: Composition on the Taste of Childhood

I vaguely remember the little puddings that cost five cents each when I was a child. They were ice cold, glutinous and sweet, and full of milky fragrance. Every summer, when kindergarten was out, I would pester my grandma and ask her to buy me one. This feeling on my tongue and taste buds stayed with me until I finished middle school. During the senior class, my family also came to Hangzhou because of my mother's job transfer. Compared with my original small county town, Hangzhou is so prosperous, with row upon row of high-rise buildings, beautiful neon lights, and the night is like day. Of course, the biggest change is the food. In this city, you can find everything you can think of at home and abroad, but there seems to be no such thing as the 50-cent popsicle that is said to be too cheap...

To this day, the 50-cent little pudding I have never come across it again. Occasionally I pass by some small shops and go in to look for it, but I always come back disappointed. Yes, the ice cream now is getting better and better, colorful and delicious, but the price is not flattering. Like Haagen-Dazs, a small ice cream ball costs more than 30 yuan. The taste of my childhood seems to have left me overnight due to changes in ice cream prices, but why does that milky fragrance always linger in my heart and never leave for a long time?

Just a few days ago, I was walking in the community park. My mouth was dry and I ran into the community store. The boss is a middle-aged kind woman. As soon as I walked in, she shouted to me: "Little girl, our store has a new popsicle. You may have never heard of the name. I still remember it. It was when I was a child. I love eating so much. What's it called 'Big Pudding'..."

"Big Pudding?" I was struck by this familiar yet unfamiliar name in an instant. I didn't even hear what the shop owner said after that. I don't know why I burst into tears.

"Auntie, I want one!" "Okay, one yuan!" After paying the money, I tore open the package and immediately stuffed it into my mouth. The taste was still so familiar that I was speechless for a moment. However, then my eyes dimmed again. After all, they are different. Big pudding is big pudding, and small pudding is small pudding. No matter how you deny it, it is just like that, just like my childhood, gone forever. No matter how much I call, I can't come back...

After the summer vacation, I truly became a junior high school student. Looking back at the road I have traveled in the past thirteen years, I smiled stupidly again. Yes, people always have to grow up, just like you can't stop the passage of time... Chapter 2: Composition on the Taste of Childhood

Life is like a piece of ever-changing sugar, sometimes sweet, sometimes sour, sometimes bitter , spicy for a while. Childhood is like a sweet lollipop. Childhood brings us smiles and happiness. In childhood, there was only sunshine, no rain; only happiness, no sadness.

Childhood is carefree and without worries. Slide, play house...all the games are up to you. There is no pressure to study, no burden placed on your shoulders by your parents...if you fall, someone will help you up, if you are sick, someone will feed you medicine...in a word, childhood is games, joy, and carefree. of.

Childhood is authentic. In childhood, there is no nobility, no power, and everyone is equal. All the children are like a family, and they have a lot of fun as soon as they meet. Everyone is the master of childhood and can control it.

Childhood is about running, running forward in long strides, not thinking about whether there is a cliff in front of you, not thinking about whether there is a mountain in front of you, not thinking...continue to run forward in stride, running through a forest, running through a A small road, running through a city... to the other side of happiness.

Childhood belongs to every child, and everyone can have it. It cannot be taken away by others, because everyone has a childhood of their own. They can play and frolic to their heart's content in childhood, which is a joy that adults cannot feel.

The children ran hand in hand and shouted out the sentence involuntarily: "Childhood is a sweet lollipop. It brings us smiles and happiness. In childhood, There is only sunshine, no rain; only happiness, no sadness." Chapter 3: Essay on the Taste of Childhood

I live in an ordinary and little-known small village. After leaving home, there is an alley that is neither wide nor narrow. I love playing in the alley with my friends the most, not only because there are my best friends in the alley, but also because there is a tree in the alley where I was born. The old locust tree that was there before...

Every time in late spring or early summer, the fragrance of locust flowers fills this alley. The sunshine and the fragrance of flowers accompanied my childhood, just like being in my mother’s arms. I grew up with China.

I often ask my father to pick some locust flowers and my mother to make locust flower cakes. "Sophora flower cake", as the name suggests, is a dough cake made from Sophora japonica flowers. After washing the Sophora japonica flowers, mix them into flour with eggs and fry them in a pot. Although the method is simple, my mother can always make an unforgettable taste.

Sophora flower cake is as delicious as bread, but chewier and fragrant than bread. This cake contains the breath of sunshine and a light native flavor. Taking a bite makes you feel like you are walking away. Entering that alley, I heard the sweet laughter like silver bells, and returned to my happy childhood.

Sophora japonica incense, sophora japonica flower cakes, and laughter have become the most precious and unforgettable memories of my childhood.

Later, this small village changed. The soil full of rustic smell disappeared and was replaced by cement roads. And my favorite old locust tree was ruthlessly killed by adults amidst my cries. The ground was cut down, and short, ugly hollies were planted. From then on, the birds stopped coming, and the sweet birdsong was no longer heard. Although holly is evergreen all year round, I can't smell the scent of locust trees on it, just a bitter grassy smell. Although the sun is warm, it is so dazzling in my eyes.

The taste in memory! I can no longer smell it, and I can no longer taste it... This taste is getting farther and farther with the pace of time, and disappears with the years.

The taste of childhood! I hope that one day, I can dream back to my childhood, walk into that winding alley, and smell the alluring fragrance of locust flowers!