No matter in study, work or life, everyone is familiar with writing. Writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. So how do you write a general composition? The following is a bowl of rice porridge composition I collected for you. Welcome to read and collect it. A bowl of rice porridge composition 1

The other day, we learned "I and Ditan". When I read "... seeing my mother just standing in the same place, or seeing me off, watching me turn out of the corner of the yard ...", a strange feeling filled my heart-it was so similar. The only difference is that I'm not disabled.

the east is pale, the cold wind is strong, and the windows are thumping. "Come on, get up, have breakfast and go to school, or you'll be late." Mother said, help me lift the quilt. A "Siberian cold current" invaded my warm bed. How cold it is! I snatched the quilt from my mother and fell down again. "Eat rice porridge first, it will be warm after eating, then come back!" Mother has brought a bowl of steaming rice porridge to my bed. "It's rice porridge again. I don't eat it. Why are you so wordy?" I sat up, put on my clothes, cleaned up and got ready for school.

My mother sat by my bed and stared at the bowl of porridge in a daze. I pulled out the car to go out, and she came running. Picked a spoonful of porridge with a spoon and sent it to my mouth: "Take two bites, just eat two, let your stomach warm up, or go out cold." I turned my head and ignored her. She had no choice but to put down the bowl gently and take out two yuan from her body. "Go and buy some breakfast!" " I quickly took money from her hand and bumped into her hand, which was so cold. After I left home, I secretly looked back. She was still at the door, or the way she saw me out, looking at the direction I was going to school. How similar it was to the text! The wind in late autumn is like a knife, and it hurts my face deeply. A strand of hair flitted across my mother's forehead, but her sad expression can be recognized even under her hair. She wears less than me. It must be cold. Vaguely, she seems to be shaking. At noon, dad told me that she was crying. I paid attention to her eyes, red. I froze for a long time: why did she get up in the cold? In order for me to have a full breakfast, I won't get stomach trouble. Won't she sleep in?

I cooked breakfast in the chilly autumn wind and brought it to me, but I ... maybe it was a conscience! After breakfast in the morning, I said goodbye to her before going out. She is very happy, smiling all day. Later, my father told my mother that I had grown up. In fact, it is the bowl of rice porridge that embodies my mother's love for me that makes me feel that my mother is not easy, so today, I still wonder what the taste of that bowl of rice porridge will be. Maybe it's sweet! Maybe it smells good. Even though I didn't eat that bowl of rice porridge, maternal love made me feel it. A bowl of rice porridge composition 2

A bowl of white rice porridge exudes a faint fragrance and a strong maternal love. -inscription

I remember that night, I heard my voice hoarse. This feeling is very uncomfortable, and my head is a little heavy and dizzy. I am sick.

"What's the matter with you? Caught a cold? " Mom came over and asked me. I smiled reluctantly and replied, "Nothing, just a little sore throat." In order not to worry my mother too much, I replied lightly. In fact, my situation was terrible at that time, and my throat seemed to be burning with fire.

Before going to bed, my mother went to bed, touched my forehead and asked with concern, "What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?" "I don't want to eat anything." I said disgruntled. "Well, then, have a good sleep." Mom walked away. In fact, I really wanted to get some comfort, but I didn't expect my mother to actually leave. I was a little lost and fell asleep gloomily.

The next morning, my head was still a little dizzy. I went to the restaurant listlessly and saw a bowl of white rice porridge on the table. My mother said to me gently, "Are you better? Come and have a bowl of porridge! " Brother Xi Xi smiled: "Elder sister, eat quickly, this is a love breakfast specially made by mom for you!" "

It turns out that my mother got up very early to stew porridge for me for a long time. When she finished cooking, she pressed the heat preservation button, and then she went back to bed and took a nap.

I looked at the bowl of porridge in front of me. The white rice had been boiled and became loose and soft, and it looked so elegant in a small blue bowl. I took a sip, what a familiar and intimate taste, like a fresh hot spring flowing into my heart.

I glanced at my mother quietly. Although she didn't sleep well, she didn't look haggard, and she was still doing housework in high spirits. The sun shines through the window, and everything at home is so warm.

The faint fragrance of white rice porridge and the unique taste of maternal love make it more delicious. I don't know if it's because of the white rice porridge. My throat healed very quickly and recovered within a day.

My mother is simple and gentle, just like this light bowl of white rice porridge. Although it is not luxurious, it is the most intimate and warm to comfort a bowl of rice porridge. 3

During the summer vacation, I passed Grade 8 in Guzheng, took an Olympic math class and learned music literacy. In other words, I was really busy when I was young! And my dear mother is not idle, always by my side, acting as my full-time driver and royal chef. In particular, I can often eat the refreshing millet porridge cooked by my mother, which can be eaten in study fatigue every day. This also triggered me to learn the idea of making this delicious food on earth.

it's quite simple to watch mom cook porridge at ordinary times. I secretly rejoiced that it was time to show my talents. I poured some millet into the electric pressure cooker at will, grabbed a handful of whole grains of rice, and was ready to wash. "Hey, when you pour rice, have you considered how many meters three people need, and the proportion of millet and whole grain rice?" "ah? I really didn't think so much! " Under the guidance of hahaha, I re-measured the rice and learned that the weight of millet is three times more than that of whole grain rice. After washing it again, the water was still yellow, so I increased the intensity of rubbing and wanted to wash it more cleanly, but my mother stopped me. "Fresh rice can't be rubbed like this because its surface layer is rich in vitamin B1. Vitamin B1 is an essential nutrient for the human body, which can effectively prevent diseases such as indigestion. " Unexpectedly, seemingly simple Taomi has such great knowledge! With the previous experience, I know that adding water must be learned. Sure enough, water should be added to the scale line marked "6" in the pot, so that millet porridge with just the right consistency can be cooked. Mom said that this is the "experience" that she got through several attempts. It seems that my success today is based on my mother's many practices. Press the "porridge soup" button, and with the music playing, I seem to hear the cheers of victory, haha!

"Tick-tock!" A crisp and pleasant reminder "shocked" me from the sofa. All right! I can't wait to open the lid, and through the rising white smoke, I finally saw the coveted millet porridge, which smells good! Don't worry, we need to add sugar, 6 spoonfuls-or "mom's card" experience. Stir a few times, savor a bite, sweet and delicious, and the taste is extravagant. It is estimated that it is the result of your own labor, so you feel more sweet! First fill a bowl of filial piety to my "chef mother", "not bad! Hey, I cooked it so well the first time! " Mom praised it. "It's not that you teach well!" I am ecstatic and confident. I will learn more labor skills and share housework for my mother in the future.

A bowl of millet porridge is the beginning of my labor! A bowl of rice porridge composition 4

"In the final analysis, the only thing that can really comfort people in the end is simply asking for a bowl of hot soup." Yes, the world food not only refers to the royal dinner, but also refers to the characteristic snacks with charming fragrance on the roadside. Real food is not how expensive it is, but how emotional it is. Even simple and ordinary home-cooked food will be particularly delicious and attractive after being emotionally integrated. Such as millet porridge at home. A big porcelain bowl with a blue edge is full of steaming millet porridge. I put it on the table carefully, but there are still ripples on the surface of the porridge. It's just this agitation, which is more flexible and peaceful. From time to time, a few grains of millet float up and look up under the long hot fog.

"Baby, it's time to eat", and it's still the usual call after a while. I saw a small bowl of porridge already quietly waiting for its owner. Then "write after dinner, eat first", followed by impatient voices urging. I was also interrupted when I was thinking hard about several math problems. I was dazed and thought: Let's eat first. It's not too late to think after dinner. I walked to the dining table, sniffed the fragrance of millet porridge on the table, and involuntarily picked up chopsticks and stirred them a few times. More rice floated up, and the hot air in the bowl took off faster. I put my mouth to the edge of the bowl and couldn't wait to taste it. A warm and fragrant stream was refreshing, which made it a taste that could not be reached in seconds. It was memorable on the tip of my tongue, and a bite of millet porridge was enough to capture my taste buds. "How, not bad!" Mom said, while bringing delicious cooking from the kitchen and putting it on the table, "Eat quickly, study hard, and make up for it." Yes, people are iron rice and steel, and without health, how can they study?

I take my time, thoughtfully, and sip millet porridge. This crystal millet porridge hides my mother's endless love for me! I remember that when I was a child, I was weak and sick, and I often had a cold and fever and couldn't eat. My mother often cooked millet porridge for me, which was light and nutritious to help digestion. After school, my mother always gets up early to prepare breakfast for me, and the kitchen is full of her busy figure. And what makes me feel most cordial is this sweet and delicious millet porridge.

Mother's love is just a bowl of millet porridge! I enjoy the care of love every day, but I can't repay it. "but how much love has the inch-long grass, I got three Chunhui". Only by studying hard and studying hard can we repay our mother's kindness. A bowl of rice porridge composition 5

This morning, my father got up early, and he wanted to make breakfast for us.

He first washed a little rice into the pot, then added water, finally covered it and stewed it with high fire. It's time to cook. Dad takes out the pepper and cuts it into cubes. Beat the eggs into a bowl, add the diced pepper and seasoning, stir them evenly, then turn on the stove and pour in a little vegetable oil. When the vegetable oil is hot, slowly put the eggs in. Suddenly, the eggs turned golden, only to see Dad shaking the pot at one end, and the eggs began to dance disco in the pot. I urged my father: "Is it almost ready?" "Okay, okay, the hot eggs are out of the pot." I hurried over to open the lid of the pot, and the hot air in the pot immediately filled the whole kitchen, like fog, but it had a faint fragrance.

My stomach began to protest. I quickly scooped up a bowl of rice congee. This rice is white and crystal clear, which makes people drool. Dad, like me, can't wait to drink porridge. Everyone just drinks porridge without saying a word.

first, I made a gentle bet, which was really slippery. It has been slipping into my belly, and I suddenly feel that people's spirits are much more appetizing. I haven't eaten such delicious white rice porridge for half a month, just like seeing my relatives. It's very kind. I immediately started to drink porridge, and I couldn't stop. I drank two bowls in a row and brought a bowl of white rice soup to my mother's room. The rice soup was as white as milk, and I drank it plump. My mother said, "You usually only eat it." Take it away, I watch you eat so fragrant, I want to eat it! " When I finished eating porridge, I felt that there was still a lingering fragrance in my mouth. It was the most I ate in a winter vacation, and it felt great.

How ordinary a bowl of porridge is. However, on that snowy and blocked road day, it is a bowl of hot porridge, which evokes everyone's desire to go home and miss their loved ones. A bowl of porridge contains dad's kindness, which makes everyone confident to resist the ice and snow. A bowl of rice porridge composition 6

Time is like a never-ending gear, quietly rotating with the hands on the clock. Suddenly looked up, already late at night. My eyes began to tremble, so I prepared to stop writing.

turning around, I was surprised to find my mother standing behind me, holding a bowl of rice porridge. When did the door open? I don't understand. Is it the aroma of porridge that pushes it away? In a trance, I took a hard breath, and in an instant, the fragrance lingered on the tip of my nose, which suddenly made people awake for a while. "well! It smells good! " You smiled: "Xiang, drink it quickly, go to bed early, it's getting late, and you have to get up early tomorrow." Listening to you, my heart is shocked, and there seems to be an inexplicable warmth in my heart. The cold and fatigue of the warm night have disappeared.

I took the rice porridge with my hands, and at the moment when my four hands touched, I realized that your hands were no longer smooth and tender. When I looked up, the white hair that I couldn't hide in my black hair was so glaring. In the hard days, I don't know who the years had aged. Looking at the rice porridge in the bowl, the grains are so full, just like the love you gave me, never left behind. Suddenly, there was a surge of heat in my heart, carrying the strings of the past, and it was plucked ...

I remember that when I first learned to ride a bike, you didn't help me to stand up from where I fell, which seemed so cruel. However, who left tears of distress when applying medicine for me in the dark?

when I first learned to write, you held my hand, drawing one stroke at a time, pressing one stroke at a time, and being careful and gentle, conveyed the expectation in your heart from your fingertips to my heart. From then on, who can dance the pen in his hand and write this poem praising you?

it's you who completely explained the whole meaning of caring to me.

At this moment, there is a fire in my heart, which burns fiercely and makes my blood boil. However, when I look at your back, have years stripped you of your height, or have you cast my growth with care? I can hold back my tears and hold this bowl of rice porridge, only to feel that it is so hot. Is it because all maternal love is condensed? I gulped down the porridge and never let go of every little "boat" carrying maternal love. Although it's a little hot, I know the taste is moving.

It was late at night, and people were quiet. I fell asleep. In my little dream, there was a small bowl containing 11,111 fragrant rice porridge ...