1. Composition of "Shaobings from Hometown" The crispy and fragrant taste of sesame cakes has always attracted me.

Therefore, I can't live without sesame cakes for breakfast or dinner every day.

When I came to a shaobing shop, I could smell the aroma that hit my nostrils. It was really mouth-watering.

I deal with sesame cakes every day, and I have become accustomed to seeing an uncle's flexible movements: casually picking up a large piece of dough, pulling it up and rubbing it with both hands, until it became longer.

Then he grabbed it with one hand, pinched a piece with the other, picked it hard, and divided it into small pieces.

Then he pinched and patted it, then quickly added some stuffing and placed it in the middle.

Then rub it, and then press it "lying" on the ground, turning it into a thin and white cake base.

In this way, with a few "plop" sounds, the cakes were ready one by one.

Line by line, line by line.

Another uncle holds the oil bowl in his left hand and a brush in the other hand to smear butter on each piece of cake, then evenly sprinkles sesame seeds, and combines the two cakes into one.

Then dip your hands in cold water, pick up the resulting cake base and hold it in your hands, peel it off one by one with your hands, lean down, and stick the cake base to the hot furnace wall that has long been swept away from the ashes.

Sometimes he reaches forward with one arm, sometimes he moves forward from both sides; at his feet, he is also walking like a horse, leaning on one side as he advances or retreats.

When the cake base is covered with the furnace wall, turn on the hair dryer, and the jumping flames will swim in the furnace.

Wherever it goes, the cake changes from white to yellow, from thin to thick, and sometimes droplets of oil seep out and fall into the bottom of the furnace, splashing on the flames and making a "chichi" sound.

After a while, the yellow sesame cakes were baked one by one. An uncle took them out with tongs and arranged them neatly on the table.

At this time, the people guarding the door rushed to shout: "Salty", "Sweet", "Me two", "Me four". At this time, the whole shop was filled with an intoxicating fragrance.

In fact, this fragrance has already spread far, far away.

I was eating a piece of freshly baked sesame cake. My mouth was sweet, my body was warm, and my heart was fragrant. It was sweet and delicious, and I didn't get tired of eating it. It was really what people often say, "you won't lose it when you eat it"!

The old people who got the sesame cakes ate the tofu cakes and chatted there; the children ran and played; the people who finished eating the sesame cakes had the lingering fragrance of the sesame cakes in their mouths.

Ah, sesame seeds!

You are a niche masterpiece and a popular sketch. Otherwise, how could everyone love you?

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2. Composition of "Shaobings from Hometown" The crispy and fragrant taste of sesame cakes has always attracted me.

Therefore, I can't live without sesame cakes for breakfast or dinner every day.

When I came to a shaobing shop, I could smell the aroma that hit my nostrils. It was really mouth-watering.

I deal with sesame cakes every day, and I have become accustomed to seeing an uncle's flexible movements: casually picking up a large piece of dough, pulling it up and rubbing it with both hands, until it became longer.

Then he grabbed it with one hand, pinched a piece with the other, picked it hard, and divided it into small pieces.

Then he pinched and patted it, then quickly added some stuffing and placed it in the middle.

Then rub it and press it "lying down", turning it into a thin and white cake base.

In this way, with a few "plop" sounds, the cakes were ready one by one.

Line by line, line by line.

Another uncle holds the oil bowl in his left hand and a brush in the other hand to smear butter on each piece of cake, then evenly sprinkles sesame seeds, and combines the two cakes into one.

Then he dipped his hand in cold water, picked up the synthesized cake base and held it in his hand, peeled it apart one by one with his hands, leaned down, and placed the cake base on the hot furnace wall that had long been swept away from the ashes.

Sometimes he reaches forward with one arm, and sometimes he moves forward from both sides; at his feet, he is also walking like a horse, leaning on one side as he advances or retreats.

When the cake base is covered with the furnace wall, turn on the hair dryer, and the jumping flames will swim in the furnace.

Wherever it goes, the cake turns from white to yellow, from thin to thick, and sometimes droplets of oil seep out and fall into the bottom of the furnace, splashing on the flames and making a "chichi" sound.

After a while, the yellow sesame cakes were baked one by one. An uncle took them out with tongs and arranged them neatly on the table.

At this time, the people guarding the door rushed to shout: "Salty", "Sweet", "Me two", "Me four". At this time, the whole shop was filled with an intoxicating fragrance.

In fact, this fragrance has already spread far, far away.

I was eating a piece of freshly baked sesame cake. My mouth was sweet, my body was warm, and my heart was fragrant. It was sweet and delicious, and I didn't get tired of eating it. It was really what people often say, "you won't lose it after eating it"!

The old people who got the sesame cakes ate the tofu cakes and chatted there; the children ran and played; the people who finished eating the sesame cakes had the lingering fragrance of the sesame cakes in their mouths.

Ah, sesame seeds!

You are a niche masterpiece and a popular sketch. Otherwise, how could everyone love you?

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3. How to write the essay "I love Niu Zhongxi's sesame cakes in my hometown". My hometown is a poor place. There are no developed factories there. There are only barren mountains. My hometown is a beautiful place - its name is Lantian.

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