Special composition 1 Every time I pass that food street, my heart is always tempted by the bright red lobster, and a fresh fragrance comes to my nose. Seeing those customers sitting in front of the "Yikouxiang" lobster shop, I seem to have a feeling of being involuntarily. Today, for some reason, my father began to miss the delicious lobster forever. He clamored for a taste several times. My mother couldn't persuade my father, so I had to let him go all the way to the vegetable market for one purpose, to buy lobster. Lobster is more and more expensive now, and it costs 15 yuan per catty. I peeked inside, hi!
? This lobster has a really big head. No wonder it crawled around on its companion's back, pestering each other, as if something was wrong and no one would let go. They are scratching, scratching and tangled here, waiting for dad to clip them up quickly. I thought dad would only buy a catty. A kilo is enough for him. There is no need to spoil our fun with this. As a result, he bought two catties with 30 yuan money. I came home in high spirits. After dinner, my parents were discussing how to cook lobster, and finally decided that my father would cook it. I leaned against the door and watched quietly. I saw him pour a pile of oil and burn it red. Then he put down a lot of onions, a little garlic and ginger, and a little millet pepper, and fried it in the pot until it was bright red and black. After a while, when my father came to me with a big basin of bright red lobster, I seemed to notice something. Wow! Today is my birthday in the solar calendar! On June 2nd, it was this auspicious number. Our whole family sat at the table and chewed with relish like everyone else. Even lobster with shell, I will taste it carefully, because it has a special taste!
Flavor Composition 2 A Normal Evening Self-study
My new deskmate wanted to ask me a question, so she approached me. For an instant, my nose twitched, because I smelled a familiar smell from my deskmate. ...
Black body, also have a similar taste. Hei is my primary school classmate and my best friend.
I still remember that class meeting class, which was about filial piety and gratitude. At the end of the class meeting, the whole class sang "Grateful Heart". "Grateful heart, thank you for staying with me all my life and giving me the courage to be myself; Grateful heart, thanks to fate, flowers bloom and fall, I will still cherish ... "Beautiful melody echoed in our ears, breaking our hearts. Many students also quietly have tears on their faces. Suddenly, a needle stuck in my heart, and a past quietly flew out, and scenes were displayed in front of me. "No ..." I painfully closed my eyes, but tears rolled down my cheeks like a faucet that couldn't be turned off.
The next class is physical education class, and the teacher announced that everyone should disperse and move freely. Sadness came like a flood, and waves of turmoil rose. I walked to a corner alone and sobbed silently. At this moment, Hei sat down beside me, stroking my back and comforting me, saying, "Don't cry, it's okay, it's okay …" Hearing her warm comfort, I don't know why, my crying became more and more violent. Black comforted for a while, but also shed tears and sobbed in a low voice. I raised my tearful face and found her eyes were red. At this time, she hugged me tightly and I clearly felt her trembling. Holding back her tears, she stroked me and said, "It's okay. It's over. It's okay. Don't cry ... "I smelled her unique taste, felt the warmth she gave me, and my mood gradually calmed down. ...
I am very grateful to her. She accompanied me and comforted me when I was depressed; Laugh with me when you are happy and go crazy together ... What impressed me most was her familiar smell. I can smell most people, but hers is the most special and can give me a sense of dependence. I think this may be the taste of love.
The deskmate continued to do homework, and the smell line suddenly broke again. I have a unique smile in my mind, heartless. She came up to me with that smile, and I suddenly heard her call me "my nickname". This voice is so long-lost and familiar ... Ah, Blake, how long has it been since I saw you? Are you okay? Do you know how much I miss you?
Suddenly I remembered a song called "Taste".
Special taste composition 3 Some things will have different tastes only if they are lost. -inscription
My uncle is a real Shanghainese. He is a little fat and his skin is a little dark. His greatest feature is that he loves to laugh. Every time I go to his house, he always smiles. In addition, what attracted me most about him was the noodles he made.
I remember the first time I went to his house, when I was 4 years old. I was very afraid of life at that time. When I saw him, I hid behind my parents. He didn't mind at all, and enthusiastically said to us, "Welcome, you must be hungry. Let's eat quickly! " "Indeed, it was noon, and I was already hungry. He served several bowls of noodles. To tell the truth, when I was a child, I was a complete foodie. At that time, I was very hungry and rushed to enjoy it. The noodles cooked by my uncle are really delicious, so my heart has been attracted by my uncle. Big JIU looked at me and wolfed down, with only a satisfied smile on his face.
My great uncle has a good temper. If I remember correctly, when I was a guest at home later, I had a conflict for some reason and lost my temper there. Considering that I was really messing around, no one could persuade me. Guess what? My uncle came over and told me a story first. I stopped losing my temper and became fascinated. After that, he turned his head and asked me if I was hungry. At that time, I was busy all morning, and of course I was hungry. So he brought out the bowl of noodles again. How can I resist this temptation? As a result, I was cheated When I finished eating, I had completely forgotten to lose my temper.
A year ago, he left because he was seriously ill. I went to his funeral, looked at him, remembered his voice and smile, and remembered the bowl of noodles he made.
Later, I learned that the bowl made by my uncle was called spicy noodles. Although the restaurant outside also has this kind of noodles, I always feel that something is missing and something special is missing. That smell is "love".
You will know that you are smelly and beautiful in one day, and you still don't study. This is a crucial year. If you can't pass the exam, you will work in the fields and be tired of the loess all day! " "It's not what you think! I will definitely help you test it. What did you say then? " "alas! My mother quarreled with me about studying again. All day long, I walked out of the house in a rage. "
I didn't eat in the morning because of the quarrel, and I still have some pocket money left in my pocket! As usual, I went to the restaurant where I often came, and the boss there gave me a new product in the store-mood noodles. I can't help but try it quickly. I wonder why this noodle is sour and strange. The boss said that this noodle is made with your mood, and your mood also determines the taste of the noodle. Alas! Also, I quarreled with my mother this morning and was in a bad mood. I was so hungry that I continued to eat, but I ate and ate. These faces seemed to be alive, and they all rushed to my throat. I hurriedly took a sip of water, and my nose was sour. Compared with the noodles cooked by my mother, this noodle lacks the taste of love. The smell tells me not to live up to my mother's painstaking efforts. I knew I was wrong, so I paid quickly.
On entering the room, a familiar smell of noodles floated into my nose. The smell is so happy and warm that I can't help but speed up my steps. I walked into the room and saw my mother put delicious noodles on the table. I turned around and said, "I didn't eat in the morning. Are you hungry?" Try the noodles I just made. "I went to the table and picked up chopsticks. This bowl of noodles is full of a strong taste of home. This taste of love made me secretly swear in my heart: Mom, I will never let you down, and I will never let you grow worried white hair earlier.
This steaming bowl of noodles pinned my mother's expectation and love on me, and that sour bowl of noodles also meant that I had to help my mother paint her silver hair shiny black.
This special smell makes me feel special. ...
The alley familiar to the old people was old when I walked by. All the prosperity has ended, so some noise quietly disappeared in the dust, leaving me with only a quiet path. The rest is unknown, as if to cast a layer of silver gauze on the old stage, involving people's last nostalgia.
Between the lush leaves, overflowing wires are connected to street lamps. Under the light and shadow, only the pot cover on the old stove sometimes overflows with pale steam, gathering and accumulating the fragrance that once floated beside the old stage.
The source of the fragrance is the barbecue in the boiling hot soup under the lid, which is finely mixed with starch, onion, sesame oil and pepper. They backed up and rolled around in it. The proof of the old master's craftsmanship is that the fragrance emitted from the pot pulls the old bellows exposed at the right time.
As the flames burned under the stove, the battle that had just stopped began again. On the bottom of the pot blackened by the flame, blisters wrapped in hot air rushed out of the noodle soup and finally broke. There are always some careless blisters, so that when I rush out, I stumble over the pieces of meat that have just gained a foothold. In a flash, the sliced meat was mixed with onions, ginger and garlic, and waves of soup flowers were set off, licking the pot cover above my head.
The early morning light lit up the old stage and made the street lamps in the alley gradually dim. Also let the swaying tree shadows hit the cracked brick surface again. The leaves are not fresh, and the color of the meat slices has changed from deep red to meat powder in the change of light and shadow. Onion segments and beige garlic cloves are also accompanied by black and ochre meat slices.
The master suddenly grabbed the pot cover and let the hot air generated in the oil soup be taken away by the cold wind in the morning. This move was nothing else, not only blocking the cold that wanted to rush into the stove, but also letting the hot air give this familiar fragrance to people who had experienced the bustling alley. In the dusty years of the alley, there was an old stage, and the butcher shop guarded by it still smelled of leisure.
Grandpa and I crossed the alley and came to the place where I used to accompany him to the theatre. Alas, the noise has passed, leaving only the old stage and butcher shop. Grandpa and I found a table and ordered two barbecues as before. Smooth slices of meat, er, enter the throat, flick your teeth on the tip of your tongue, and the soup is warm and mellow enough to open memories.
At night, there are countless people at the end of the alley, vying to see more Puxian operas. Barbecue witnessed all this and recorded the past of the world with fragrance. The prosperity of the world makes this world so special and unforgettable.
Special taste composition 6 Some people's tea is light and sweet, which is a special taste; Some people think that coffee is refreshing, which is a special taste; Some people think that coke is full of passion, which is a special taste ... but the most special taste in my heart is the "rock sugar water" cooked and processed by my mother every day.
Summer is very hot, and the sultry air is always floating around, which is not peaceful. My mood also fluctuates with this little sultry. Recalling primary school, in summer, a cup of sweet "rock sugar water" every morning is always fascinating. That's the best smell.
The earth, which has been basked in the sun for a whole day, emits hot air, like a big steamer. My mother is busy preparing my favorite "rock sugar water" for me.
I saw her take out the medlar, soak it for a while, and then pour the water into a small bowl, where jasmine and bee flowers are boiled. Boil and add rock sugar. This place is very particular about putting rock sugar. First, fish out the flowers, throw some of their crystal sugar into the water, crush some evenly and spread them under the petals of two flowers, melt them with water, and then put them in the refrigerator for two or three minutes. At this time, the flowers will give off a faint fragrance-that is the taste of rock sugar. I closed my eyes happily and took a deep breath, just like a fairy coming down to earth. The fragrance made me smell peace in an instant.
Mom's rough hands seem to be full of magic. How can he do things so perfectly? The flowers with rock sugar were separated by mother first. Start treating water. It was just sweet. My mother put mung beans and ethylene glycol floated to my nose. How tempting it is to taste the pearl inlaid with beads-Xianlu Ganlu!
These flowers were put in at my urging. The cool "rock sugar water" was beige, braved the slightest white gas and disappeared in the sultry air. Smelled it, refreshed, took a sip, and the whole body heat disappeared.
That sweet taste will never be forgotten even after a long time. Holding a cup in his hand, the cup is filled with water, which is filled with love, and love tastes special. ...
Special Taste Composition 7 I wonder if you have noticed that there is a special taste in our life, and the name of this taste is the taste of happiness.
Every Spring Festival, when the family is reunited, the taste of happiness is the strongest. The joy of the new year is mixed with the smell of fireworks. Fireworks and firecrackers are set off every New Year. Fireworks bloom beautiful flowers in the sky, and firecrackers leave smoke after crossing the ground. Walking on the road to pay New Year's greetings, you can best ask about the smell of fireworks. In my mind, this fragrance shows the atmosphere of this reunion festival on the one hand, and the joy of people on the other.
In the New Year, a family reunion dinner is essential. The taste of reunion dinner is also the most special, especially for us left-behind children. Every year's reunion dinner is full of happiness, from the heart, because of the expectation of this reunion dinner.
On the reunion dinner, the dishes on the table are steaming, and the white mist-like gas is curling up. These hot gases become twists and turns after being affected by the airflow in the air. It has become an inconspicuous dance on the dinner table in our lives. All kinds of dishes are mixed in the hot air, and then float to our noses sitting around the dining table one by one. There is a joy in these smells. At this moment, the whole family is sitting around, with a table full of dishes and every smiling face. Isn't this happiness?
Happiness is a special taste, because the taste of happiness can be changed at any time. It can be the smell of fireworks in the New Year, the smell of food in the reunion dinner, and the smell of candy. This candy is the change our parents handed us. Perhaps this candy was inadvertently given to us by our parents, but it is extremely precious in our hearts. Because in our little hearts, this candy is one of the New Year gifts given to us by our parents.
There is always such a special feeling in my heart. Just like boiled water, it can bring a deep throb to the soul.
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The cold wind roared, cutting my face like a knife. The established plum blossoms are fragrant and clear after a long time. Looking at all kinds of people in the street, I suddenly recalled what happened that day.
I still remember that day, it was raining in Mao Mao and the candlelight was flickering.
The weather is getting colder and colder, and the cool autumn quietly slips through the fingers, replaced by continuous rain. The rain fell on the umbrella and made a crisp sound. I hold an umbrella in my left hand and a snack in my right. At that moment, a car roared past me, "beep! Hey! " The wheels sped past the mud pit, and at the same time a roar flashed across my ears. Time is only a fraction. There is an extra person on my left. Her warm and strong hands held me tightly, and her hair fluttered in the wind, setting up a "wall" for my left.
Looking down, her white clothes are full of proud "plum blossoms", while my clothes are still those plum blossoms. She turned to face me: "How could you be so careless?" ! This is a new dress for you. It's hard to wash when it's dirty Also, don't go too close to the middle next time, it's dangerous ... "
I bowed my head and silently accepted her reproach. I don't know why, I'm not sad at this time, but my heart overflows with a faint taste. This feeling gradually filled my heart, and several plum blossoms in my heart slowly bloomed, emitting a charming fragrance of maternal love.
It is a warm breath that is cared for, cared for and valued.
Is a bitter, helpless, hard, no regrets.
As bland as boiled water, but very happy.
I stand quietly, stand quietly, stand quietly and enjoy this happy moment.
When I was in primary school, I happened to see an animated film about Go, so I begged my mother to take me to learn Go. I didn't expect it to be so difficult to learn Go. ...
Tasting boring?
At the beginning of learning Go, the teacher always tells us some theoretical knowledge. Every time he only lets us read books and learn to play Go, instead of playing Go by ourselves. I feel bored, so every time the teacher asks us to go home to do the problem, I am basically completely wrong. Every time I am criticized by the teacher for being completely wrong, I feel ashamed and even have the idea of giving up. ...
Is this smell regret?
Under my expectation, I can finally practice in actual combat. But because I didn't listen to the teacher carefully when I was studying knowledge, I was at a loss every time I played chess with others, and I didn't know where I should go and what I should do. So, I basically didn't win others. Therefore, there is a trace of despair and regret in my heart: why didn't you listen to the teacher at that time? If I listen to my teacher carefully, how can I keep losing?
Taste is joy!
In the attitude of correcting mistakes, whenever I don't understand anything, I ask the teacher questions. Every day when I go home, I will review what I learned that day and always find my classmates to practice playing Go. Finally, my skills have been greatly improved and I can beat others. At the teacher's suggestion, I took the exam. I was a little nervous when I arrived at the exam, but I was relaxed when I thought about my efforts for this time. Now that we have done our best, there is nothing to complain about failure. Maybe because of my good attitude, I won two games in a row and went straight through. I am very happy and lucky. I am glad that I have persisted and that I have worked hard!
Looking at the grade certificate of Go now, it seems that there is a special smell coming, which others can't smell. ...