In our daily study, work and life, everyone must have been exposed to writing. The writing must be focused on the theme and elaborated in depth around the same theme. Don't ramble, the theme is lax or even without a theme. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following is my composition with excellent taste of love for everyone, hoping to help everyone. The taste of love is excellent composition 1

Is the taste sour orange juice, sweet milk tea, bitter coffee or cool mint? No, the smell is a window in everyone's heart, a thing around everyone, and a touch from everyone. There is a kind of taste that is frequent in the world but not discovered by people. He has overshadowed the taste of life, and that is the taste of falling in love.

Parents' love for their children is coffee and milk tea, followed by pleasant sweetness.

When you were young, you would coquetry in your parents' arms, asking for toys and clothes, while your parents would squint and kiss your forehead. Did you ever know that behind your play is your parents' knowing smile, which is a sweet taste? When you step into the campus, you always complain about your busy homework and your parents' nagging, and your parents always take pains to tell you every simple and difficult question. The texts of the same grade are recited backwards. Although you have to read the reference books that you will never finish and make the simulation papers that you will never finish, have you ever seen the tears of your parents' distress behind your complaints, which is a bitter taste?

In the flower season, you always do what you think is right, don't take the advice from your parents, and often leave a sentence: My business is none of your business. Then walk away coolly. Have you ever known that behind you turn around and leave are parents' helpless sadness, which is a astringent taste?

You have forgotten the sweetness of childhood, the bitterness of entering school and the astringency of flower season, but you will understand the tears that your parents shed behind you, and you will feel that the bitterness of your parents is followed by sweetness, and that taste is falling in love.

this smell is not felt at once, it needs to be experienced slowly; This taste is not monotonous, it is colorful; This taste is not ordinary, it is noble; This taste is not instantaneous, it is eternal. Its characteristic is aftertaste, which will accompany you all your life and give you endless strength.

remember, that's the taste of falling in love! The taste of love is excellent. 2

My mother gave me a variety of tastes of love, such as sour, sweet, bitter and spicy. I have been enjoying this feast of love.

acid. I remember that time, I couldn't write a word. I asked my mother, but she only told me and said it many times, but I still looked confused. Mom said: "forget it, just like you, you still want to get full marks. I think it's difficult!" " My mother's words made my heart sour. I really want to say to her, "Mom, I also want to do well in the exam!" "

sweet. One night in that summer vacation, I suddenly felt a stomachache, but my medicine was still at grandma's house. What should I do? Mother broke out in a sweat, and in desperation, she had to let her father get the medicine. After my father left, my mother rubbed my stomach and comforted me. Dad came back with the medicine, and my mother first let me taste whether the water is hot or not, then put the medicine in my palm, hold my back and let me eat it, and then gently cover my stomach. At this time, my heart is sweet.

bitter. My weight has always been my worry, so my mother nags me several times every day to prevent me from eating more. But I can't resist the temptation of delicious food. I don't know how fat I would be if my mother hadn't stopped me. In those days, I didn't eat steamed buns at every dinner, which was a bitter thing!

spicy. In a math test, my score was 89. After I got the test paper, I thought: I'm going to be hit by Wuzhishan, and my mother must be "volcanic eruption". When I got home, I crustily skin of head showed my mother the test paper, which was exactly as I expected. My mother's voice immediately changed from a low voice to a high voice. She pinched her waist and frowned and said, "What's wrong with being so careless this time?" "Because ... because ..." I stammered for a long time. With that, my mother pressed me to the bed and beat me _ "snapped". Until now, I realized that my mother was hitting me and it hurt in her heart. My flesh hurts, and she is distressed.

My mother's care day and night has brought me a happy life. I am a happy girl, which is the wealth my mother gave me! Love has a good taste. Composition 3

I don't know from which hateful newspaper my mother read that eating Lycium barbarum buds is good for my eyesight. So the family immediately set off a "medlar fever" with lightning speed.

It doesn't matter if it's an ordinary dish, but it's just as bitter as Coptis chinensis. It's okay if you can put some sugar in this thing, but mom says it's better without sugar. It's nothing if you eat this thing once in a while, but mom said again that you should eat it every day, every month and every year like taking medicine!

A bowl of medlar bud noodles in the morning, a bowl of medlar bud soup at noon, and a bowl of fried medlar buds at night, the more I eat, the more disgusting I get. As soon as I see medlar buds, I want to go up and crush them.

Today, my mother accompanied me to eat Chinese wolfberry buds again, and she ate more than me. Looking at her eating with relish, I couldn't help asking, "Why do you love this thing so much?" Mom twisted her eyebrows, swallowed hard, and then took a bite of rice and said, "I don't like it!" " I was even more puzzled and asked, "You don't like eating, but you still eat so much?" "I'm just afraid that I won't lead by example, and you have to make suggestions." Mom said casually.

Suddenly, as if she realized something, she closed her mouth and said for a long time, "Eating Lycium barbarum sprouts has many benefits. What is the pain? I'm not afraid!"! After that, she picked up a big chopstick and stuffed it into her mouth. At this time, her eyebrows were not wrinkled, and even a smile appeared on her face, as if she were tasting the most delicious food in the world. I froze, my heart thumped, and then I understood everything.

I picked up a big chopstick medlar bud, chewed it, and tasted the bitter taste, the motherly taste. The taste of love is excellent. Composition 4

A bowl of fried rice with eggs is ordinary. But the taste of this bowl of fried rice with eggs is unique in the world.

A hungry girl, staring at the dishes in Aunt Fried Rice's pot. Aunt fried rice looked up and saw her, so she called her over for dinner, but the girl had no money, but Aunt fried rice insisted on inviting her to dinner.

Aunt fried rice first boiled the oil in the pot, and it was steaming hot. Then put the meat slices into the pot and whimper, then beat two eggs and fry them golden; Finally, add diced carrots, vegetables and rice ... Shake, flip, stir and fry several times. In this way, a bowl of fragrant fried rice with eggs will be fine, and there are no onions.

The girl cried while eating. She wondered: Why is this bowl of fried rice with eggs so similar to that cooked by her mother? No diced onion. Seeing this behind the scenes, the aunt who fried rice explained to her: It turned out that her mother was looking for her to run away from home, and she traveled all over the streets and lanes. When she met a restaurant or roadside stall, she paid for her daughter's meal in advance in order to keep her penniless daughter from starving outside.

After listening to this, the girl immersed herself in fried rice with eggs again, remembering that her mother was picky in the vegetable market in order to let herself eat fresh vegetables, but she felt impatient beside her. I also think of the scene when my mother always gives herself delicious food and eats beautifully. I also recalled that when I was sick, my mother cooked hot porridge carefully to take care of her appearance, and I thought that … she never said "thank you" to her mother and took her care for granted. She ran away from home because of a temporary language disagreement, but at this moment, she wanted to call her mother and hug her.

the fried rice cooked by my mother is not a delicacy or a big meal, but it is full of love between parents and children, which is irreplaceable. The taste of love is excellent. 5

It's another winter as scheduled. Whenever I leave school, I walk on the road with a cold wind, and the caramel-flavored chestnut fragrance comes with the wind. A warm picture immediately appears in front of my eyes. At this time, my whole body is warm, as if the cold wind around me has disappeared without a trace.

On the morning of last winter vacation, there was a flurry of light snow in the sky. As usual, my mother went to work early, and I wrote winter vacation homework at home. Near noon, the door opened, and my mother, who was wrapped tightly, said to me as soon as she came in, "Look what I bought?" I leaned in, and a caramel smell came to my nose. Looking down, "ah! It's sugar-fried chestnuts, my favorite! " "Eat while it's hot!" With that, my mother changed her clothes and went to cook.

suddenly, "ding ding!" The phone rang, and my mother listened for a while and then said, "I'm coming." I turned around and told me, "There are rolls in the pot, so you can't eat sugar and stir-fry chestnuts first. I have something to do at work, so I'll eat when I come back." Then I left home in a hurry.

It's quietly 12 o'clock, and my stomach is already growling with hunger. Looking at the yellow chestnuts on the table, they are particularly attractive. I can't help but peel one off and put it in my mouth. How sweet! But when I think of my mother who didn't have lunch, in fact, she loves sugar-fried chestnuts more than I do. I thought to myself, "Let's wait until mom comes." So he picked up the flower rolls left in the pot.

The days in winter are very short, and the sun has set to the west in a blink of an eye, so my mother came home with a tired step. When she saw the packet of sugar fried chestnuts on the coffee table, her eyes lit up and she said to me, "Why didn't you eat it?" I smiled: "I want to share it when you come back!" " My mother held me in her arms.

Although the chestnuts were cold and lost their fragrance when they were warm, my mother and I had no regrets. We peeled chestnuts for each other and put chestnuts from Huang Chengcheng into each other's mouths. In an instant, the sweet taste filled the taste buds and spread all over our body.

We are talking to each other, laughing and tasting, feeling sweet and warm. In fact, loving and being loved is sometimes really simple. This packet of sugar-fried chestnuts made me taste the most beautiful taste that winter-that is the taste of love. The taste of love is excellent. 6

Motherly love is sometimes like a sweet candy, which is sweet through my heart. Motherly love is sometimes like a bowl of sour sauerkraut, which is sour through my heart. Motherly love is like salt taken out of the sea, which is salty through my heart!

Sweet

Speaking of sweetness, it was time that I got 99 points in the final exam, 1 points in math and 96 points in English. My mother specially asked my father to cook my favorite lobster sauce ribs for me to celebrate! It's rare to see my mother cutting vegetables and my father washing pots! I can't help but start fighting. The lobster sauce ribs made by our family (brother is not at home) are really delicious! That taste is sweet!

acid

and speaking of acid, the most sour thing in my heart is the time when I was wronged! At that time, I was sitting in the car, and my feet were just put on the air conditioner in the back seat. When my father saw it, he told me to put it down. At the right moment, an uncle came home in our car at night, and his feet just kicked on the air conditioner, but my parents didn't notice it. Later, the air conditioner broke down. Because my parents just saw me like that, my heart was particularly sour at that time! It's like eating a big jar of sauerkraut.

salty

let's talk about salty! Once, when I was about to go out to school, my mother began to help me organize my schoolbag again. My mother first took out my class schedule, and after corresponding the books one by one, she took out my home school and compared my homework one by one. It was already half past seven! We hurried out again, but we were still late! It is my mother's love that makes me late again and again. Such love is too salty!

My mother's love for me is varied, and it is because of this love that my life has become interesting! The taste of love is excellent. 7

Open the window, and the clouds on the horizon fade. Render a faint grapefruit fragrance, which contains the taste of maternal love.

the setting sun dulled the clouds and melted the cold in my heart. I rely on my mother's side, catch a beam of sunshine in the sunset, stay in my heart and suck the grapefruit fragrance scattered in the cold.

In the autumn night, the wind roared at the trees and windows, and the leaves were flying all over the sky, so I didn't know how to take care of them. Look at mother in the light. On weekdays, there is a hole in the hard-working hand. Mother brought grapefruit, put it on the table and began to peel it.

The gully on that hand will open fiercely, revealing a little red, which hurts my heart. Mother endured the pain and leaned forward hard. Still smiling.

Mother peeled the grapefruit skin hard, and her fingers shuttled from it, clutching the grapefruit in her palm. Under the light, my mother is so old that she always smiles at me, as if to say' nothing, really nothing'. Looking up at the starry sky, the moon smiled at me, and everything outside the window was quiet, as if moved by my mother. Silent.

after my mother peeled the grapefruit, she put it in my hand, and when my fingers touched each other, I felt a little warm, like sunshine. I chose one petal and put it in my mother's mouth, my eyes were unconsciously opposite and I was speechless.

The leaves outside the window began to rustle again, as if to accompany my mother and me. The air was filled with the fragrance of grapefruit, emitting a touch of maternal love. Unconsciously, there is a layer of mist in front of my eyes. Motherly love is like an umbrella in rainy days, sheltering me from the rain; Maternal love, like the newborn sun, gives me warmth and strength; Motherly love is like a book, a book worth discovering all my life. With a sigh, when can I shelter you from the wind and rain?

The starry sky at night was lit up, and little by little the stars outlined the taste of mother's love. With the faint fragrance of grapefruit, I fell asleep. The taste of love is excellent composition 8

Everything in the world has a taste, which is as fragrant as flowers, as sweet as honey, as salty as tears, and as sour, bitter and pungent as life.

does love taste sour? Is it sweet? Is it bitter? Is it spicy? Still salty? It seems that all these smells can't describe the taste of love, because love is the greatest and beautiful emotion in the world, and it can't be described in accurate language!

That's a story I read in a book. A mother and daughter were skiing in the Alps, and their mother and daughter were skiing in the snow-capped mountains. Because of their inexperience, they got lost and suffered an avalanche. Mother and daughter struggled in the snowy mountain for two days and two nights, and helicopters passed by several times, but they were not found because they were wearing silver-white ski suits. Finally, their daughter fell into a coma due to exhaustion. When she woke up, she was lying in the hospital, and the doctor told her: "Your mother is no longer alive. It was your mother who saved you. She cut off her aorta and crawled in the snow, and the blood stained a piece of snow, which attracted the attention of the helicopter."

The mother saved her daughter's life by sacrificing her own.

Another father created a medical miracle because of his love.

On a transatlantic ship, a father and his little daughter are going to meet his wife in Boston, USA. One morning, the father peeled an apple with a fruit knife in the cabin. The boat suddenly rocked violently, and the knife was inserted into his chest. He was convulsed all over and his daughter was frightened. The father told his daughter that it was just a fall. Then, he wiped off the blood unobtrusively, and he still sang to his daughter for three days.