Childhood marshmallow composition 1 turned the corner, and the noise in my ear disappeared instantly. In this narrow alley, several young couples are buying cotton beaches with their children.
The oblique sunlight renders the alley into a golden world; The fragrance of cotton candy permeates here, adding a bit of fairy tale color to the alley. This quiet and peaceful alley is incompatible with the noise of the outside world and far from the prosperity of the market. This is an independent small world.
"Mom, mom, I want a marshmallow. Will you buy me one? "
Just as I was stupefied, a mother and daughter came over. But why do the little girl's coquetry voice, tone and mother's love for her every move seem so familiar? Come to think of it carefully, a few years ago, I said to my mother in the same words and tone. ...
Maybe it's a child's obsession with sweetness. When I was a child, my favorite food was cotton candy. Whenever I see marshmallows on sale, I always clamor for them. "Mom, buy me a marshmallow ..." "Just one ..."
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My mother always gives me a hard time, so she bought me one. "Eat, eat, you greedy little bug, it's good to have worm teeth!" Speaking of which, my mother's eyes are full of heavy spoil.
At that time, I would laugh and eat myself as a "cat face" without knowing it, just like the child who got cotton candy from his parents in the alley now. My mother is always addicted to watching me finish cotton candy, and then she comes forward to help me tidy my clothes and clean my mouth …
As a result, my childhood gradually passed away in the package of cotton candy under the care of my mother.
"Young lady, I think you have been standing here for a long time. Are you waiting for someone? Do you want to eat cotton candy? "
"Ah ... there is a ..." Suddenly, I smiled awkwardly.
Take a bite of the marshmallow. This sticky, soft and sweet taste is the taste of my mother and me when I was a child.
Holding cotton candy, I turned the corner and came face to face in the noise of the street. My mother's voice came from behind me: "OK, dear, mom will buy it for you."
The corners of the mouth rose slightly. Yes, the little girl and I are very lucky. Our childhood is hidden in the mother's love like cotton candy.
Everyone has his own childhood, and everyone's childhood is white and flawless. Recalling the past of childhood is a happy thing. It is a life without tasks and troubles, and it is a happy and happy life. I really want to go back to my childhood. Everything in my childhood is worth pondering. There is always a sunny smile on that delicate little face. How cute!
So far, the most impressive thing in my mind is that time.
At that time, I liked cotton candy best (who didn't like it when I was a child). It is soft, sweet and delicious (I still miss it)! Once, I was playing in my father's office. After a while, an uncle (that is, my father's colleague! I bought a string of marshmallows for me to eat outside. I looked at them and said, "thank you, uncle!" " "I'm busy catching marshmallows (oh, how rude! ) I ate it with relish. " Mmm, it's delicious! "After eating, I pulled my uncle's skirt again and cried coquetry," Uncle, uncle, can you buy me another string? "My uncle looked at my greedy face and said," All right! Uncle will buy you another string! "Just when I was secretly happy, my father said disappointedly," No, eating too many marshmallows will cough, so eat less! ""I thought to myself: Dad, Dad, you ruined my good things. Hum, it's so annoying! Dad couldn't understand my mind at all, so he took me home regardless of the willy-nilly
When I got home, I thought: Dad won't give me cotton candy, so I can't believe that I can't do it with my wisdom. I made up my mind. So, I ran to the room, pulled the cotton wool out of the quilt bit by bit, and then ran to the kitchen, sprinkled sugar while dad was not paying attention, and put it in the microwave oven to bake. A few minutes later, I took out the cotton candy, and my heart was full of joy.
I couldn't wait to take a bite: "Wow! The taste is so bad that it almost swallowed me! " Dad saw it and said in surprise, "What are you doing?" I told my father what happened one by one, and my father said, "Haha, you are so stupid, marshmallows won't do this at all!" " "I smiled, I feel stupid, stupid!
This is my childhood!
When I was 3 years old, my mouth was so sharp that it was difficult to find what I liked to eat. Apart from baked egg rolls and wrapped jiaozi, there are really few things that can arouse my appetite, and cotton candy is the best of these things.
I remember that every weekend, my mother would always take me to the park to play. At this time, a unique fragrance of cotton candy will always come to my face and hook the greedy worm in my stomach, which really makes people want to stop. I watched the marshmallows "drool through three thousands of feet", but my mother always read my mind. Then, a marshmallow came into my hand. What is this marshmallow? It's fluffy, like a small pillow, and the "Snow Mountain Bag" is crystal clear, like the rime in Jilin. When you taste it, it will melt in your mouth, and suddenly the aroma of My Sweetie is refreshing. I couldn't help but stretch. Oh, it turns out that the smell of My Sweetie intoxicates my heart.
On weekends, my parents didn't take me to the park because they had something to do. Hey, there are no marshmallows this week. What should I do? "Cotton candy, cotton candy, cotton candy ..." I kept repeating. It suddenly occurred to me: Isn't there cotton at home? So, I frowned, and then I thought of this plan.
I took cotton out of the bag, then brought a big basin of water, poured half a bag of sugar into it, stirred it evenly, and then poured all the cotton into the sugar water, thinking: it will be all right if it is dried. At the thought of eating "cotton candy" soon, my squinting eyes are as sweet as eating honey.
Dry and taste. Why not sweet? So, all the remaining half bags of sugar were put into the water. Let it dry and try again. It's too astringent for you to swallow. "Bah! Bah! Bah! " I spit out all the marshmallows in my mouth. On second thought: there must be something wrong with the quality of raw materials! So, angrily threw all the cotton into the trash can and watched TV.
When my mother came home, did I tell her about it angrily? Who knows, she smiled and said, "Silly child, cotton candy is made of sugar silk, not cotton, because sugar silk is wound like cotton, so it is called cotton candy."
Although it has been a long time, every time I think back, I can't help asking my mother, "Mom, can you buy me cotton candy tomorrow?"
Childhood marshmallow composition 4 "You are the marshmallow in my heart, a sweet dream, and the world changes because of you". This familiar melody echoes in my ears, and I will think of the sweetness of cotton candy.
When I was a child, I especially liked to eat cotton candy. Colorful marshmallows always leave me with endless aftertaste. When I bite it, the sweet candy melts slowly in my mouth, and that feeling is very enjoyable.
Growing up, I ate less marshmallows, but I will never forget that sweet taste. I still remember that day, I went for a walk with my mother. Walking, I found that the old man selling cotton candy had come to set up a stall again. I pestered my mother and bought me one. At first, my mother didn't agree, but when she saw that I wanted to eat so much, she bought me one. I was too excited to speak for a moment. I saw the old man put a spoonful of sugar into the machine for making cotton candy. After a while, I saw the machine spit out white silk like a silkworm. Grandpa quickly circled the machine with a bamboo stick, and soon, a cotton candy like a cloud was born.
I took it cheerfully and asked my mother if she wanted to eat while eating. My mother declined me: "No, you are happy." I'm glad to see you eating so happily. "Mom looked at me biting marshmallows, and her eyes were full of love. I know, it's not that my mother doesn't like cotton candy, but that she wants to leave good things for me to eat. " Mom, you'd better try some marshmallows. Eat it and you'll be happy. "Mom" giggle "laughed," is it? Then I'll try. "I quickly handed the marshmallow to my mother, and my mother took a bite. Seeing my mother eating, I quickly asked, "Mom, is the cotton candy delicious?" "Mother's face is permeated with a bright smile. "It's really sweet, but your heart is sweeter than this cotton candy. "My heart is full of joy. My mother took my little hand, and I felt the temperature of my mother's palm while watching this snow-like flower fairy cast magic on us, which brought us a sweet time. As we walked slowly, the marshmallows in our hands became smaller and smaller, turned into sugar water and infiltrated into our hearts.
The sunset was covered with a layer of light brown sugar coating and sprinkled on my mother and me. My mother and I walked home with cotton candy in our mouths. Behind me, grandpa's cry of eating cotton candy drifted away with our steps. This day is full of "sweetness" in my memory. Every time I eat marshmallows in the future, I will be doubly happy, because I shared marshmallows with my mother today.
Childhood marshmallow composition 5 "jingle bells, jingle bells." The bell rang and we ran into the classroom as soon as possible. The teacher is coming.
Today's composition class was given to us by Teacher Guo. She brought us a mysterious box. Miss Guo holds it in her hand. Let's guess what is in the box. Students are talking noisily, some say cards, some say stationery, some say prizes, and there are different opinions. Just then, a classmate raised his hand and said to the teacher, "I think it should be cotton candy." It looks very elastic. " Say that finish, the teacher looked at him with suspicion, "oh". Seeing that we can't wait to know the result, the teacher invited two students to taste it on stage, and then the following students judged what was in the box according to the expressions of the two students. Suddenly the classroom is boiling!
The first classmate turned around after taking the stage, put something in his mouth and took a bite. At first, it seemed delicious. Slowly, he made it look terrible. Finally, he could not help it. He put his hand over his mouth and swallowed hard. The teacher asked the students to keep watching, and the second student nodded while eating, which made everyone drool and finally jumped up. Some students seem to understand something and raise their hands. The teacher asked a classmate to answer, and she said, "It must be cotton candy, because it is elastic to jump."
"Yes, I brought cotton candy today. Let me tell you a story about my childhood. " At this time, the students sat up straight and listened attentively to the teacher's speech: "When I was a child, I liked to fantasize, lying on a large lawn and looking at the clouds like cotton candy in the blue sky. I fell in love with marshmallows, and now it has become my favorite. " Teacher Guo said interestingly: "Sometimes a casual move and a simple sentence will touch people, give them courage, and may even change the fate of their lives!"
The teacher's words bothered me for a long time! A childhood as beautiful as cotton candy, if you want to ask what it feels like, it is a faint sweet candy fragrance and the true meaning of happiness!
Every time I eat marshmallows, I think of a stupid thing I did in the winter when I was 5 years old. I'm sure you'll laugh after hearing it.
It was a winter morning and my mother and aunt dragged me out to play. On my way back, my mother bought me a cotton candy. That cotton candy is soft, sweet and delicious! I felt dissatisfied after eating, so I begged my mother to buy me another copy. My aunt saw it and took out money to buy it for me, but my mother said, "She has bad teeth these days. The doctor said not to eat too many sweets. " So, my aunt smiled and said to me, "When your teeth are ready, my aunt will buy them for you." Hearing this, I was helpless. Who told me that my teeth are not good?
Although I didn't eat cotton candy, I have made a wishful thinking in my mind: it's just cotton with sugar, so I'm going home to make it myself. At noon, when we got home, my mother put me aside and went to cook lunch. I crept into the bedroom, opened the cupboard, pulled the quilt out with all my strength, unzipped it, grabbed a handful of cotton and inserted a chopstick. Then I went to the kitchen quietly, stole a spoonful of sugar when my mother wasn't looking, and then went back to my room. I picked up the sugar and poured it into the cotton. I was about to bite it with my mouth wide open when it suddenly occurred to me that sugar won't melt without water. So, I carefully ran to the drinking fountain in the living room to get some water and pour it into cotton. Then, I went to the stove to dry cotton. After a while, I dried the cotton. I proudly looked at the delicious food I cooked with my own hands and opened my mouth to eat.
But I always feel that this marshmallow is not as delicious as the one I bought. So I threw up again. At this moment, my mother happened to come in. Seeing that my mouth was full of cotton, she was anxious to ask me what was going on. I had to obediently tell my mother what had happened. Mother smiled from ear to ear and said, "you little fool."
Although many years have passed, I still clearly remember the little fool eating "cotton candy".
Childhood marshmallow composition 7 I have loved candy since I was a child, just because it also made jokes. It was a winter with warm sunshine, and my mother took me to the park to play. At the gate of the park, an uncle is selling cotton candy. White fluffy marshmallows make my mouth water. I pestered my mother to buy me one, but my mother, who loves me very much at ordinary times, wouldn't let me, saying that I couldn't eat sugar when I caught a cold! Then I dragged myself back crying and screaming.
After two or three days, my mother took me to my aunt's house. As soon as I entered the yard, I saw a large piece of white things drying in the yard, which was particularly eye-catching in the sun. When my mother told me that it was cotton, white fluffy cotton candy immediately came to my mind. I thought, "Great. Isn't cotton and sugar the cotton candy I miss? "
After lunch, I saw no one around, so I ran to the yard and secretly packed some cotton. I thought I wouldn't eat it, so I made it myself. I want to make a super big one. So, I grabbed another one and put it in the bag. Of course, I didn't forget to "destroy the body" and re-lay the cotton as if no one had touched it, and then left quietly.
When I got home, I sneaked into the kitchen while my parents were upstairs. I put the cotton in the basin and washed it first (hey, it's quite hygienic! Then turn on the gas stove, put it on the cauldron, and throw the cotton in and stir fry! Baby, I don't forget to observe the changes of cotton when I am cooking. Why not look fluffy and beautiful like cotton candy? Oh, it should be because there is no sugar! I quickly scooped up a spoonful of sugar and put it in the pot. I can't help but be a little excited when I imagine that the sweet and delicious cotton candy will be cooked soon. But in fact, I smelled a strange smell, and the cotton turned yellow. Just when I was in a hurry, my mother heard something and ran downstairs, criticizing me first. When she knew I was going to make marshmallows myself, she said to me in distress, "My little ancestor, this cotton is not another cotton, so you can't make marshmallows." Therefore, the production of marshmallows ended in failure.
Whenever I recall these interesting things, my childhood will come to my mind.