1. Yu Qian's composition in my hometown

When I walk out of the teaching building, I can see that Fiona Fang No.23 Lane is all green.

We walked lightly like a dining hall, and along the way, I saw the beautiful elm plums swaying in the wind. Unconsciously, I saw all the elm plums dancing, dancing like fairies descending from the earth. They threw their sleeves gently and drew a beautiful arc, which was unimaginable to ordinary people. I think this kind of realm is also rare in the world! When I walked under the tree, I was attracted by it, and my taste buds were restrained by it. I picked a delicious piece! That smell of elm in your mouth is really fragrant. Well, let's talk about its appearance instead of its taste. You see, that money is like a small fan, fanning us endlessly! How I want to say to it: "You are so cute that I don't want to eat you, but I can't control my mouth. What can I do?" "It's okay, you can eat. I'll turn yellow in a few days, and I'll be sorry." It's strange, how can I hear your voice? "This is not dreaming? Yes, I was dreaming and had a beautiful dream.

Spring takes all my thoughts and turns into lovely little money. 2. What are the two scenes described in this essay about Yu Qianer in my hometown? < P > A: 1. The appearance, category and growth cycle of elm. 2. The Yu Qianer in my hometown is mature, and my mother gives us the original text: In the countryside where I used to live, elm is a relatively common plant.

it can be found everywhere in the countryside, in the wilderness, on the roadside and in the valley. Like a hard-working people in a poor country, on a barren land, there is a lifelong desire.

No matter how barren the land is, no matter how bad the environment is, elm stubbornly shows the tenacity of life with its perseverance. Even if born on a cliff, the roots will tightly embrace the meager soil and suddenly become a unique landscape in the stormy weather.

This kind of elm with strong vitality can be roughly divided into two types: one is similar to a shrub, and its height is about one meter and a half when it grows up. Most of them grow in the open country, especially on the rock wall or soil wall in the gully. The roots are intricately knotted, some of them go deep into the soil, and some of them are outside, just like a natural root carving, which is vivid and imaginative. This kind of shrubby elm has a little fluff on its green leaves, and the elm bears a large and thick circle.

I think it has something to do with the living environment. Only in this way can we store more and better nutrients for growth.

There is another kind that mostly grows in villages, especially small farmhouses. There are also in the wild, but not many.

According to the conventional aesthetic way, this kind of elm has a regular beauty compared with the shrub elm growing in the wild. Adult elms, tall, dense branches, fine leaves, every part, grow very orderly.

If you meet a hardworking family, it will be more beautiful after pruning and crossing. Both kinds of elms have the same habit, that is, in the warm spring season, many elms sprout in the gentle eyes of the sun.

at first, it was just tiny buds. But within a few days, it grew from small to big, as if overnight, it grew from an ignorant child to a slim girl.

The green, round, tender and tender elm money looks beautiful and pure in the scene where warm sun and spring breeze echo each other. Yucaier in the mountains is big and fleshy, like a fat doll just full moon.

Yu Qianer in the courtyard is small and clear, like a shy girl. No matter what kind of money you have, people cherish it and drool.

in the middle of Yu Qianer's round face, there is a tiny bulge. Gently peel it off with your nails, only to find that there used to be elm seeds living in it! Like a baby in a mother's arms, waiting for the time to give birth.

As time goes by, Yucaier slowly turns from green to yellow, and then from yellow to white, showing the changes of seasons on different days. When it is as white as a piece of tissue paper, if there is a gust of wind, Yu Qianer will leave her mother's body one after another and float freely to where she wants to go.

Then, put the seeds close to the thick soil and wait quietly for another germination. If there is enough sunshine, air and water, tiny seeds will bloom in another beautiful spring.

Yucaier is not only beautiful, but also delicious. Whenever Yucaier grows wantonly under the comfort of spring, we children, who are born and raised in the countryside and have the wildness of the Northeast, will secretly climb to the trunk when adults are not paying attention, seize a large and numerous Yucaier, bend it mercilessly, and then swish down and hide under the warm eaves, picking off the attractive fragrance one by one and savoring it carefully.

Occasionally, one or two green bugs will be found among Yucaier, which may be a little disgusting. But the kids in the country don't care about this. They gently drop the worm bullets with their fingers and continue to eat with relish.

"it's unclean, and it's not sick if you eat it!" This is a sentence that many people in the countryside often talk about. Although there is no scientific reason, we live in such a situation. Although we don't pay much attention to hygiene at ordinary times, everyone's body is hard and few people get sick. Now it seems that this has nothing to do with being unclean, but it may be related to the fact that everything we eat is natural food.

At that time, everything that could be eaten in the countryside was natural or self-produced, without any organic fertilizer or pesticide pollution. This may never be felt by people living in cities.

Although the countryside is poor, both creatures and people have the most primitive and natural nature. Therefore, we swallow the unwashed Yucaier in our stomachs, which is not too dirty, but also can appreciate the taste of another life.

Besides being eaten raw, Yucca can be mixed with other miscellaneous grains to make many kinds of delicious food. For example, steamed rice, pancake, porridge, fried sauce, and so on.

And every kind of delicacy has its own flavor. If you taste it carefully, you can taste the most natural flavor of the country. Among these delicacies, my favorite is Yu Qianer's "feeding".

"Feed" is a common name in the northeast countryside, similar to ordinary steamed rice, but with different raw materials. This is also one of my mother's best dishes. Until now, I still have in my mind the taste of "feeding" when I was a child, and I can't erase it.

Every spring, on the freshest day of the elm, my mother would take out the ladder and the big locust basket that had been idle for a season, and come to the largest elm tree in the yard. First, she would put the ladder on the trunk of the elm tree, then hold the ladder in one hand and carry the big basket in the other, and climb to the deepest part of the elm tree leisurely, find the thickest and most tender place of the elm, and hang the basket on a thicker branch. Handfuls of tender elm money, in the mother's dexterous hands, threw an arc smartly, and then floated gently into the basket, just like green clouds, wandering the temperature and beauty of the season.

and we children who are not familiar with the world will only hold our heads back and stare at our mother's every move with expectant eyes. In fact, we are waiting for that long-awaited delicious meal.

sometimes, I shed some saliva involuntarily. That appearance often makes mother laugh, but after laughing, it will bring forth a lot of poverty and bitterness.

When the basket was full, my mother moved it down from the tree step by step, and then brought a homemade one. 3. What two scenes are mainly described in Yu Qianer's essay in my hometown

My hometown is Changchun, and the scenery in Changchun is very beautiful all year round. I love my hometown.

the four seasons in my hometown are very charming.

in spring, the weather is getting warmer and warmer, and the warm sunshine shines on the earth. The winter jasmine blossoms, and the golden petals open their smiling faces, as if welcoming the arrival of spring. Willow shoots green buds, grass comes out from the surface, the ice on the lake melts, and they put on new green clothes for the earth.

the scenery in summer is more beautiful. There are dense layers of branches and leaves on the lush poplar trees, like rows of strong sentries standing guard. The South Lake is full of lotus flowers. Flowers and bones in bud are like a painter's pen dipped in pink paint. Open lotus, some spread two or three petals, and some spread all. Pink petals reveal a hint of yellow stamens and tender yellow lotus. Jade-like lotus leaves show clear veins and float on the water like large disks. A breeze blew across the lake and rippled like scales. Lotus leaves fluttered in the wind, like graceful girls dancing.

it's autumn, and the weather is cool. Willow leaves turn from green to yellow, and leaves fall down like butterflies dancing in the sky. Pines, cypresses and poplars stand in neat rows of strong sentries in the autumn wind, still so green. The green grass turns from green to yellow, and the withered grass is like a soft carpet in autumn.

winter is a happy season, a season of ice and snow. Children frolic and play in winter. Some children have snowball fights, some make snowmen, and some go sledding. Snowmen are cute standing in the snow. They are happy to watch children play games. It snowed heavily in winter, and the world turned white. I love winter.

I like the four seasons in my hometown, and I love my hometown.

Grade 5 of Chaoyang Experimental Primary School: Jin Yanlong 4. What is the unforgettable composition of Yu Qianer Wotou

This afternoon, I was doing my homework, and suddenly I vaguely heard my grandmother say to my grandfather, "Let's steam Wowotou this afternoon!" "What? Steamed wowotou? Great! " I jumped three feet high and hurried to my grandmother's side, begging her, "Grandma, aren't you going to steam the corn?" I also want to steam. " Grandma answered me without hesitation: "OK, then steam it!" " "Long live grandma!" I jumped three feet high again.

I'm ready to start steaming. I'm so happy that I don't know what to do. By the way, I should do some preparatory work. I put on my apron first, then swaggered into the kitchen, stood by the faucet and rubbed my hands with soap over and over again. Hey! It's finally cleaned, and I can finally start steaming steamed buns! Hee hee, I'm going to show off today and surprise everyone.

"Corn flour-army, go!" I shouted, and the corn flour rushed up. Okay, let's do it! I learned from my grandmother's appearance, first picked up a small dough, kneaded it round, then kneaded it into the shape of a magic hat, and then carefully hollowed it out. Don't look at such a simple step, it's hard to do! I made several, but when I was kneading, I don't know why, the cornmeal people always didn't listen to me, and when I squeezed them, they scattered. I didn't lose heart. Under the guidance of my grandmother, I finally made two decent wowotou. Then, I started making nest cakes again. Ha ha! This is simple. You just need to take a dough, round it, and then flatten it. In this way, a cake is made. I rubbed and pressed hard, and in a short time, I did a lot.

Grandma put the cooked Wowo cake in the pot and turned on the stove, telling me that it would be cooked in 3 minutes. Under my anxious waiting, Wowotou and Wowobing finally came out. Looking at the steaming nest cake, I couldn't care less about the heat, so I grabbed a nest cake and gulped it down. Hmm! Delicious, delicious! I ate the second piece again, and it really tastes better as I chew it!

Through today's experience, I understand: Steamed corn-bread looks simple but difficult to make. I need to practice more in the future to make delicious corn-bread like grandma. 5. How to understand the sentences in My Hometown

The article is full of emotion, which contains the author's deep love for his hometown and deep affection for his mother. It enriches the author's heart, and the article is very tasteful, like the green and tender round money in his memory, which makes people feel emotional.

The memory of Yu Qianer is the memory of her mother. Away from home, I can never feel the beauty of my hometown's money. When I see something like money in my life, I can't help picking it, but the taste is really far from that of my mother, as if I can't find it anymore.

This essay describes the appearance, category and growth cycle of elm in two scenes, and the elm in my hometown is ripe and my mother gives it to us. Based on the clue of "love for money", the author expressed his longing for his hometown and childhood.