Composition on the taste of osmanthus

Composition on the taste of osmanthus. Composition is also the best reflection of a person's ability to use language. As the saying goes, there is a road to the mountain of books, and diligence is the path. When we write a composition Remember to use accurate words and the emotions in the composition should be based on reality. The following is the composition about the taste of sweet-scented osmanthus that I compiled. The smell of osmanthus composition 1

"The osmanthus falls in the middle of the moon, and the fragrance of the sky floats outside." The rain in autumn is pattering, like the tip of a needle, dense and small. After the rain, the sky is clear, and in autumn He also came towards me with light steps. The sweet-scented osmanthus at the door of the house also bloomed, and the fragrance spread to ten miles away. Neighbors who love sweet-scented osmanthus rush to see it. The sweet-scented osmanthus blooms in clusters, clumps, and pieces, covering the tree, and it can hardly hold it anymore!

Holding her chin and looking at Guishu, she couldn't help but think of the good times of her childhood.

In the morning, it was just dawn and the sun was just rising from the east. I woke up from my sleep with the crowing of the cock. A ray of light shines into the room, shining and dazzling. I grabbed my mother's arm and forced her into the courtyard to pick osmanthus flowers with me. Look! How open it is! This cluster, that cluster, is full of wonder and beauty. If you don't let me, I won't let you, I'm going to take a trip when the flowers are blooming. Occasionally, a few neighbor children would play hide-and-seek under the tree and accidentally bump into the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. They hurriedly said sorry to us and hurriedly went to play with their friends. My mother and I smiled helplessly and continued to do our work.

It wasn’t until noon that the osmanthus was completely picked. Looking at the baskets full of osmanthus, the house was filled with the fragrance of osmanthus, which was refreshing. But what can you do with a basket of sweet-scented osmanthus? This is a lot, you can make sweet-scented osmanthus dumplings; make tea and drink it, you can turn the tasteless white water into the sweet-scented osmanthus tea that everyone loves to drink; sometimes even put it in a pot to make thick and thick sweet-scented osmanthus porridge. .

Osmanthus fragrans does have many uses, but how many do you know? When Mu Di returned to reality, he was not shocked. It turned out that this was the smell of childhood, the smell of sweet-scented osmanthus. I love osmanthus. Today, we still go to pick osmanthus every year, and the osmanthus is still flourishing every year! The smell of sweet-scented osmanthus composition 2

The sweet-scented osmanthus petals covered in dust in the pages of the book are the most beautiful memories of my childhood.

——Inscription

Returning to my hometown, looking at the familiar courtyard, I was full of emotions. The osmanthus tree in front of the door was still tall and tall. The wind blew, and the osmanthus flowers were like golden butterflies. , lingering in the wind, falling quietly, a layer of golden sand is spread under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, as if the surrounding air is also coated with a beautiful halo. The lingering fragrance of osmanthus brings me back to those warm memories...

Every year during the holidays, I always stay with my aunt for a period of time, so among my happy childhood memories, there are A lot of it is about my aunt. The days with my aunt are always full of novelty. Put aside the hustle and bustle of the city and the hard work of studying and practicing piano, return to the true nature and let yourself go.

Every day I wake up to the smell of my aunt’s rice. After a good meal, my aunt always holds my hand and walks around every inch of the countryside. I got to know various flowers, plants, wild vegetables, and wild fruits.

My aunt's education is not high, but it is not easy for someone like her who received a private school education when she was a child. She taught me how to read carefully and practiced on the table with a brush dipped in water. My aunt knows a lot of poetry. When we walked through the meadow, she would read "Green grass by the river, lush willows in the garden." When we walked by the small river, she would recite "The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water and loves the clear and soft water." My aunt taught me the image, and I learned it quickly. Every time I memorized a poem, she would always make a small toy out of straw and give it to me as a reward.

"The moon palace is full of osmanthus in the cold autumn, and the flowers bloom year after year, just climbing..." There is an osmanthus tree in front of my aunt's door in "Chang'e". The leaves of the osmanthus tree are lush, like an open umbrella. Every August, the flower buds on the trees will produce small yellow flowers, bright and tender yellow, clusters in clusters, shining in the sun, and the blue sky as the background, which reflects them even more. Delicate and warm. At this time, my aunt will pick off the shining osmanthus and start making osmanthus cake. The snow-white glutinous rice is decorated with a few osmanthus flowers, which makes people reluctant to destroy this beauty. Take a gentle bite and it will be fragrant and sweet. Soft and glutinous, the soft aroma of glutinous rice and sweet-scented osmanthus hits your taste buds. The whole body is filled with the scent of osmanthus.

In the afternoon, my aunt always lies on the wicker chair under the tree and tells me the story of the osmanthus tree. I listen for a while and play under the osmanthus tree for a while. My aunt always smiles kindly. , his eyes were always surrounding me, and he said softly: "Run slowly...". Thin osmanthus blossoms fell on her body, and the halo of the setting sun outlined the beautiful outline of her aunt. This moment is fixed in my eternal memory and deeply engraved in my life.

The fragrant osmanthus is still blooming...

But my aunt has left me far, far away...

Open the dusty pages of the book , the treasured osmanthus has turned yellow and dried up, but the faint fragrance still permeates my heart...

May the smell of the fragrant osmanthus fill my endless longing for you.

The smell of sweet-scented osmanthus composition 3

If I want to talk about the most persistent memory deep in my heart, I will immediately think of the noodle paste cooked by my grandma. Its taste is fragrant and tranquil, erratic and long, like a kite The lead pulls my thoughts tightly, no matter how far I go.

When I was a child, I often lived at my grandma’s house. Grandma's specialty and the most ordinary dish is battered noodles. Grandma cooks noodle batter several times a week, and the "content" in the noodle batter changes with the seasons. In August, the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms, like small yellow balls embedded in the green leaves. The fragrance spreads for ten miles, which is particularly noticeable. Grandma took me with the bag, moved a chair, and went to shake the sweet-scented osmanthus in the yard.

Grandma first swept the ground, and then spread a circle of newspapers under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. I stepped on the chair, anchored my heels, and held the thin branches of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree with both hands, rhythmically. On the ground, the osmanthus trees are shaking, the leaves are rustling, the fallen flowers are colorful, and the ground is dotted with stars. Until grandma said: "Enough, enough, come down!", I still shook the laurel tree tirelessly. Grandma smiled, "Okay, little glutton, that's enough..." "Grandma, you have flowers on your head, like stars, so beautiful!" I giggled non-stop, and the laughter echoed throughout the room. It is in the courtyard of Chaoyang.

Grandma put the shaken sweet-scented osmanthus into the water, washed it gently and set it aside. In a pot of boiling water, throw in a few pieces of rock sugar, beat a bowl of egg drops, sprinkle in finely chopped green onions and chopped osmanthus, and finally sprinkle in a handful of unsalted noodles, stir and simmer . I stared at it eagerly. "Okay, little greedy cat, come and eat!" "You're here early! Grandma." A few of them jumped up and sat on the chairs with joy. They didn't care about the heat and just put it into their mouths, swallowing the dates without knowing the taste. When the bowl was almost finished, a pair of chopsticks suddenly put a little sweet-scented osmanthus into the bowl. I looked up suddenly and met my grandma's smiling eyes. I saw gentle ripples in her eyes. She asked with a smile: "What does it taste like?" "No-nothing!" I pouted and rubbed my feet, "Try another half bowl to try!" Grandma laughed from ear to ear. I was embarrassed, so I lowered my head and savored it silently: the soft noodle thread, the yellow and white egg shreds, and the dots of osmanthus, lingering with the tip of my tongue, the taste was sweet but not greasy. It's really "on the tip of your tongue, but also on your heart." Looking at the bowl of noodles again, the soup is light yellow and clear, and the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers that have absorbed enough water are plump and translucent. When stirred with a spoon, they roll up and down in the soup, dance gracefully, and bloom in the white porcelain bowl. In that bowl, the green is the green of willow tips, the white is the white of frost and snow, and the noodles are smooth and slender. I can't forget the charming colors. "Grandma, have another bowl!" I laughed. I closed my eyes and thought: "This is the smell of eggs, this is the smell of chives, this is the smell of osmanthus... Oh, it smells so good!"

Later, I left my grandma because of my study. Time takes away the taste on the tip of the tongue, but it cannot take away the taste in the memory. It's August again, and I finally see my grandma again, and the sweet-scented osmanthus noodles taste as good as ever. "Smells! It smells so good!" The bowl is gone, but the memories linger, and the fragrance is still fresh and tranquil. This is not only the taste of food, but also the taste of time, and even more, the taste of family affection!

Perhaps, for wanderers, only the taste of hometown can be called delicious food. Because it has accumulated unforgettable memories of too many years, and is mixed with family affection and longing, allowing people who have left their homeland to treasure it in their hearts, always thinking of their hometown, and always heading towards home.