The conversation before the dinner table is not just a casual conversation between loved ones, but it is also a message of love and care between loved ones. The following is the conversation at the table essay for first year (selected 10) that I shared with you.

The conversation before the table first year essay 1

Rice, everyone has to eat; dishes, every day is indispensable. I like to eat potatoes the most, but, recently, my mom let me eat the world's most difficult to eat - bitter melon.

Bitter melon this thing can be harmed me enough. In order to let me eat the bitter melon, mom can really think of all the ways, look! She began another educational shell: "You have to eat more bitter melon, it is very helpful to the body, listen." "I'm not going to, bitter melon is too bitter. Who can stand it?" "What? You won't eat it? You have to eat it today, it's not up to you, eat it." Mom said fiercely. Mom, you want me to give in 100 years early! I took advantage of my mom to go to the rice secretly clip potatoes, yam, meat ......, see my mom soon to come back, then quietly ran to my bedroom, but also the door to the unlocked. Mom, even if you are more powerful, you can come in? You can kick the door down if you have the ability to do so. You're out of ideas, aren't you? Ha ha ha ha! First round, I win!

I was too happy too early, the next day at noon, mom did not leave the restaurant, eyes blinking staring at me, Oh no! I can't escape, no, how can I give in to my mom? How can I give in to Mom? Use your head. There's no way out. I'll do the "empty city trick" I pretend to be surprised: "Dad, how come you're back?" Mom heard quickly turned his head to see, this time my face showed a sinister smile, I took the opportunity to put the mother to my clip of bitter melon quickly put back into the plate. Mom asked strangely, "Your father did not come back, what are you talking about?" I pretended to be aggrieved and said, "Mom, maybe I looked away!" "Never mind, just eat!" Yay, I was secretly happy in my heart. I didn't expect my mom, who was smart for a while, to lose to me. The second round is over, or I win!

Mom this time in the kitchen cooking again, I really do not know what she played tricks, I can not be careless ah! "It's time to eat, come and eat." Finally dinner, I quickly walked to the kitchen, want to see what dishes today. What is it? It smells so good, what is it? I fixed my eyes to see it turned out to be dumplings, my favorite dumplings! I don't care about the consequences, I immediately started to eat. 1, 10 20, ah! I was so full, I burped! Mom's dumplings are so delicious! "Ha ha ha ha." I wondered why my mom was laughing. I wondered. "You think you're smart, but you just fell for my ambush plan! I purposely cut the bitter melon finely and wrapped it with stuffing, and I didn't expect that you were caught in the trap." Alas! I ended up being tricked by my mom, but I actually ate 20 dumplings with bitter gourd in them and thought they tasted great, and I actually wasn't picky about what I ate anymore! At this point, I said excitedly to my mom, "Mom, if you want me to eat bitter melon again, make bitter melon dumplings! It's delicious!" "Really?" Mom was taken aback. "That's right!" "Great, I'll never count on you again!" I lost the third round, but I lost convincingly and happily!

The game ended successfully, both sides were happy, and it also made me change my bad habit of picky eating.

The conversation at the table first year essay 2

One night, our family was eating dinner, the table has a delicious small yellow fish, fresh green vegetables, and a bowl of refreshing and delicious loofah soup. As I drank the loofah soup, I thought of the loofah that had blossomed in our yard, "Will the loofah that our family has produced be more delicious than this one?" I asked. "Of course!" Mom said, "Homegrown! Of course it tastes better than the bought ones." My brother thought for a moment and then asked, "What if there are too many to eat?" "Give it away!" Mom said happily. "To whom?" My brother asked, "To Grandma, of course. "Grandma, of course!" I jumped in and said, "Because it's grandma who cultivates the loofah seedlings and brings them to us, and if grandma doesn't give us the seedlings, where will we get the loofahs?"

"And give it to the one who planted it." Mom said. "Why?" My brother and I were curious and asked in unison. "Because mom promised that flower seller that she would give him a few of our loofahs when they ripened." It happened like this, one day mom went to buy groceries and passed by a flower store, mom went in and saw that the soil inside was nice and fertile, so she asked the shopkeeper, "Is this soil for sale?" The shopkeeper said, "No." Mom said, "Sell it to me, we planted some loofahs in our yard this year, but the soil in the yard is too poor, it may not bear loofahs, sell me some of your fertile soil, and I'll give you a few of the loofahs when they come out!" The shopkeeper laughed and said, "Selling is not for sale, I'll give you some!" Mom then took some soil from the store.

Mom said, "Be a man must keep his word. Words must be honored and deeds must be done. If you say it, you must do it; if you can't do it, don't say it. No matter how many loofahs are borne or how small they are, you must give them to the man who planted them, and if they don't come out, you must explain it to him." "Right, right!" My brother and I shouted in unison.

As I drank the loofah soup, I imagined that our family had a bumper crop of loofahs, and my brother and I hugged a big pile of loofahs and gave them to our grandparents, and the man who planted the flowers smiled and accepted the loofahs that my mother had given to him. ......

Conversation at the dinner table first year essay 3

One night, my father, father, and mother and I were having dinner, and while I was eating delicious food, while listening to the adults talk about the things around me.

Suddenly, my mom helped me clip something I didn't like to eat. I chucked the dish back to my mom and said, "Mom, I don't want to eat it."

Sitting on the sidelines of the father said angrily: "You now do not want to eat anything later how you go outside to study ah!"

"Why?"

"You don't want to eat anything now after you will also don't want to eat anything, and the dishes of other places will not be to your taste, what chili, rats, snakes you don't want to eat?" Dad said.

"Can go to Heilongjiang?" I asked curiously.

"There are very few sea fish there." Dad blurted out, "And if there is sea fish it's so unfresh you're unlikely to want to eat it." Dad paused and continued, "Because all the fish over there has to be shipped from here, how far! So it won't be very fresh."

Reluctantly, I asked my mom again, "Then I'll go to Fujian!" "They eat rats and snakes there." Mom gulped and continued, "Because it's hot there too." I was shocked and said to Dad again, "Then I'll always go to Sichuan!"

Dad suddenly laughed out loud, "Just you, don't joke with me, over there is specializing in spicy food, can you eat spicy?" Dad added: "Oh, by the way you used to be very good at eating spicy? How come you don't anymore?"

"This? It's because I used to only be able to eat spicy food at my godfather's grandmother's house, and I could only eat it so much. Now I rarely eat spicy at my own house, so I don't eat it anymore!" I explained. I added, "I just don't know what I'm going to eat from now on!"

Mom said at length: "So you must not be picky about what you eat now." After listening to my father and mother, I shouldn't be picky about what I eat in the future.

Talking at the Table First-Year Essay 4

At first, our family sat around the table and began to exchange pleasantries. Dad asked his grandparents with concern, "Dad, Mom, how have you been feeling lately?" "Quite well, don't worry." Then grandparents inquired about dad's work, my studies, and so on. Then Grandpa told me to take care of my studies and to take care of my rest. All in all, it was just a short story about some parents. Soon, grandma and mom brought several delicious dishes one after another, and everyone praised them again and again. Originally, I thought that it was a rare occasion for the family to gather together for a holiday, so they should have a lot to say to each other, but who knows, once the food was served, everyone gradually fell silent. Some began to focus on watching the Spring Festival Gala on TV, some began to read the news on their cell phones, and the most outrageous thing was that even the basic part of "eating" was affected. My aunt said, "Wait a minute, please don't start the chopsticks yet, wait for me to take a picture and send it to my friends." Not only did she have to arrange the whole table into a nice shape to take a "family photo", she also had to take a photo of each dish. She had to take a close-up of each dish. Other people can still, two young cousins can not wait for the hunger, cousin pouting, protested: "so just take pictures, do not eat, what's the point?" The people were all happy.

Finally everyone started eating, and a silence fell around the table that didn't match the bustling atmosphere of Chinese New Year. In addition to the sound of the TV, and cell phone buttons, there is no sound, occasionally someone on the phone to see interesting news, said to share it, but also a little talk about a few sentences on the quiet down again. The others had nothing to say, but the cousins wanted to talk to everyone. They kept calling out to everyone at the table, but they didn't get the slightest attention. Finally, my cousin said helplessly, "Why are they ignoring us? Why don't we both play together?" So the two children left the table sullenly and went to the living room to play with toys together.

After the meal, my aunt asked us to go on WeChat and like the photos she sent. So Dad found the photo she posted and liked it. I saw the text next to the photo: "The reunion dinner, the family gathered together, really happy!" But tonight, everyone just focuses on doing their own thing, the table lacks the laughter, only awkward silence, can this be called a happy happy?

The 'conversation' at the table is not just about gossip between relatives, it's about the love and care between them. Now, the transportation conditions than the previous hair much, reunion has not been difficult. But people generally become more impatient, busy doing their own thing all day long, do not know how to cherish the time with the family reunion, so even in the body and mind should be relaxed, with the family to talk and laugh about the time of the gathering, are only focusing on watching TV, play cell phones, etc., the table before the conversation is less and less. The meaning of reunion is gradually lost.

A family at the table to eat together, this is a beautiful picture, and the most beautiful of them, is the conversation at the table. I sincerely hope that one day, the table can always hear the sound of cozy conversation. What did the teacher teach? I'm not sure I understand. Is there any problem that you don't know how to study? Did you have any friction with your classmates?" Mom to my bowl to clip a piece of pork ribs also from time to time looked into my eyes, if there are expectations. When I heard this series of questions, my spine immediately tensed up, and I could only mumble and mumble in an attempt to perfunctorily pass by, however, Dad, as Mom's right arm and loyal supporter, did not let me get away with it after gaining insight into what I was doing, on the contrary, he put down his chopsticks seriously and waited for my answer, and a tense atmosphere condensed around me. I felt my breathing begin to depress.

I don't remember when, eat become my daily most afraid to face the task, even smile and friends game suddenly heard my family called me to eat, originally overflowing with happy smile also instantly frozen in the face. My mind still dimly remembers my parents taking turns piling delicious food into my bowl while smiling and listening to me sing the children's songs I had just learned, dimly remembers the pair of doting eyes, dimly remembers the joyful laughter. However, the wandering years are like the passing breeze outside the window, I don't realize that I have even forgotten when the memories became thin and hazy. When did I start to think of dinner as a bloody battle? It was when my parents gathered at the dining room table to discuss who's who's daughter was in the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, it was when they used their chopsticks to point to the table to tell me who's who's son was in the arts and sciences; it was when they slapped the dining room table loudly and reprimanded me for my lack of improvement in grades....... I have to say, my parents can be compared to the eloquence of the actors and actresses of the double act every time they can take advantage of the dinner time to kill me at the table. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and you'll be able to do it all at the same time.

The family at the table at the moment became two parties ready to go to war with the army, of course, even if I have an ally sister, can not withstand Mom and Dad's army of thousands of horses a "perfect to the impeccable ground of other people's children". My sister and I were downcast and there was no joy in the meal at all. I have to say, with the growth of age and knowledge, I will be more and more children's songs, but the opportunity to perform at the table is less and less, the family at the table, the lack of more laughter and pleasure, life under the rapid drumbeat, so that we lack more leisure at the table. I would like to say that every loving care of the family, I can appreciate, a family at the table, perhaps sometimes, endless nagging is also the parents of my sister and I caring way, no matter in what way, as long as our family will always be together this way, I'm happy. The family at the dinner table, constitute a part of love.

Conversation at the dinner table first year essay 6

"Eat! Let's eat!" With a call from my grandmother, our family all sat around the table.

Today's meal is very sumptuous, there are shredded pork with fish, Gongbao chicken, tomatoes and eggs ...... I can not eat at all, holding up the chopsticks to look at the meal and stare. Grandma saw my appearance, can not help but nagging again: "Now the child can really not feed ah, can not figure out what in the end like to eat, this is to be placed in your father when he was a child, not to mention that there are so many good dishes, as long as you see this white rice, has long been grabbed to eat ...... "

At this time, my mom came in with a plate and said to everyone: "Come and taste this, this is yesterday after school, I and Si Rui dug together with the chestnut, the real natural green food, in the ground a lot of people are rushing to dig, it is not easy to get these it!" I got energized and grabbed it, "Give it to me! Give it to me! I want to eat wild vegetables!" My father also picked up a big chopstick and filled his mouth while saying, "You need to grab a wild vegetable, when I was a kid, it was everywhere, so I could eat as much as I wanted! But today this tastes really good, I'll have some more ......"

Grandma also put some in her mouth and said: "Why don't you need to grab it, when we were young, wild vegetables were the staple food, not to mention wild vegetables, even the elm leaves and willow buds all fell out, so there was still a lot to eat. Even the leaves of the elm tree and the buds of the willow tree were all gone, so we didn't have enough to eat, and we fought over the wild vegetables! It's not like now! Put so much oil, seasoning, sesame seeds and crushed peanuts, then it was just boiled in water, put a little salt and eat, sometimes even can't afford to put more salt, don't mention how hard to eat, not to eat my whole life, I don't want to eat!" I don't want to eat for the rest of my life." He said, and then clamped a big mouthful.

Grandpa watched everyone eat vigorously, also pinch some, put into the mouth slowly chewing said to me: "Through this small wild vegetables, you can see the progress of society, we are small, eat wild vegetables because there is no food to eat. Later the implementation of reform and opening up, people's living conditions slowly become better, to your father when he was a child, can eat enough, will change the way to eat some good, every now and then to get some fish ah meat to relieve the craving, the wild vegetables to forget. Look at now, this table dishes, want to eat what there is what, and the wild vegetables out, because the wild vegetables in no fertilizer pesticides, more nutritious, more healthy ah!"

"Haha! Really interesting! Grandparents when I was a child was to eat enough, mom and dad when I was a child was to eat well, I am now to eat healthy! Grandma you can't force me to eat big fish and meat all day long, in order to be healthy I propose that the whole family go digging wild vegetables together on Sunday, let's have a 'wild vegetable feast' OK?" I said happily.

"Good -" everyone answered in unison, and the meal was eaten more vigorously!

The conversation at the table first year essay 7

Eating is a happy and happy thing, because I can not only eat the food made by my mother, but also hear some new things discussed by the adults.

Tonight at dinner, I saw the table is full of my favorite food: there are fish and meat, cola chicken wings, beef ------ As soon as I saw the food, I do not care about the image of a lady, pick up chopsticks and stuffed into the mouth. I turned my head to see my mother's serious expression, startled, thinking that is not my mother to see my eating indecent angry, so I timidly asked my mother: "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

Mom said with a grave expression: "Today, I saw a news on the Internet, saying that a boy ate spicy hot more than blood in many places, the reason is that the boy ate a rat crawling through or left saliva in the food and caused."

Mom then took out her tablet and found the news story, along with a photo of the boy lying in a hospital bed. The boy in the hospital bed had dry and cracked lips, his face was swollen, and there were obvious traces of bruising on his right arm where the injection had been made. Seeing this horrible scene, I nervously asked, "Is this really caused by eating spicy hot pot?" Mom nodded heavily.

"Isn't this true for everything you eat outside?" I couldn't help but ask again.

Mom stood up and explained to me seriously, "No, as long as the business has full documentation, hygiene is up to standard, and the food is of good quality, it's fine. However, there are so many foods that are not guaranteed, such as those egg tarts, French fries, cream cakes, etc. sold by your school vendors, those things are all three kinds of products, as well as the small snacks such as spicy fries, bubble gum, and low-quality milk tablets that you are talking about, I don't know what they are made of, do you think it can be safe?"

I scratched my head and said, "Can't we eat rice noodles, potato noodles, and spicy hot pot anymore?"

"Those things in itself is not a problem, just some unscrupulous businessmen selling spicy hot pot in the raw seafood most of the origin of the problem, as well as, generally sell these things stalls, there is no health license, stalls serious bacterial overload, and spices are processed very easy to grow bacteria, it is easier to make a bowel inflammation." Mom replied in a serious tone.

Listened to my mom's words, I can not help but scared out of a cold sweat, I no longer dare to eat those things.

From this dinner table conversation, let me understand a lot, deeper see those unscrupulous traders as well as feel the unfavorable regulation. Our country should formulate some laws, for these merchants who brutalize the people's health, should be severely punished, and increase the supervision. Here, I would like to say to those vendors: do not cheat customers, this will eventually harm people and themselves, and ultimately you will eat their fruits!

The conversation at the table first year essay 8

The warmth of the home, not the American drama "I love you", but the ordinary words wrapped behind the heart. No matter what way to express, sincere, true love, enough. In our family, the last person to finish eating washes the dishes! For this reason, we three think about it, every day organs.

A hearty dinner. "Here, this is seaweed soup." Mom smiled and handed soup to me. If you think she is a good wife and mother, wrong! This person has a good mind, and is known as "The Warlord." Here she is handing me the soup with a bad smile on her face.

"Uh, dad, you first slow use!" I took the soup and handed it to my dad, not moving. I am also considered a "strategist" in our family, but a strategist is just a strategist, and the chances of me losing are still very high, those two are too cunning!

"Oh?" Dad handed over the soup, his eyes showed a wry look. This person is very deep, with a three-inch tongue to take the world trivial interference, referred to as "chatterbox".

"Well, good." Dad a drink, not moving to pick up a large mouthful of rice, said, "is too ......"

"Too what?" Mom asked, stopping her mouth from trying to finish her meal quickly. Taking this opportunity, Dad took another big bite of rice and said, "It's a little too salty."

Seeing how little rice was left in Dad's bowl, "Then eat more, aren't you heavy?" Mom finished, looked at Dad's bowl of rice is not much, a meaningful laugh, clip a large pile of vegetables. Dad was not expecting it and screamed in agony.

"Yeah, yeah, Dad needs to eat more." I went along with it and added a bunch of meat. Dad in the face of my help is not panicked, wryly "hum", told a story: "Once upon a time, there was a village, there was a priest, and a beautiful girl called Xiaofang, one day ...... "One day, there was a priest and a beautiful girl named Xiao Fang, and one day, when he came to this point, he stopped abruptly, and he tried hard to pick up the rice in his mouth, but he didn't say a word about it. I was listening to the fascination, dissatisfied with the father did not say further. I stopped gawking, and only after a few moments did I remember the "family rules". I was shocked and wondered why my mom, who was on my side, didn't speak up to help. I looked, mom's bowl has been empty, only to realize that dad told the story, "cover to lure the enemy"!

"Good ah! You are a group of ...... I angrily shouted, but think of mom this week work is very busy, should relax and relax. Thinking about it, I was much more relaxed and my eating slowed down. Then look at Dad also slow, eighty percent also thought of a piece. The two of us looked at each other for a while, heartily smiled.

The stars lit the lamp, the kitchen came from my dad and I bright laughter ......

The conversation at the dinner table first year essay 9

"Bang!" The heavy schoolbag was thrown on the "innocent" swivel chair, and the swivel chair "squeaked". I walked over to the dining room table, which was filled with food, and sat down.

At that time, it was the time of the incomparable tension of the primary school, counting down the number of days on the blackboard day by day, minus one, minus one ...... but my results have been low. I sat glumly in front of my parents' angry, cold gaze, not knowing what to do.

"Tell me how you got a great composite!" Dad hooked me like a hook with his deep gaze, terrifying me.

"Tell me how you did in Language, the multiple choice questions smoothly avoided the four correct options!" I held my breath, how dare I let out a laugh at this point.

"A reading is worth fifteen points, you deducted ten points alone."

"But I really can't analyze that article." I argued.

"You can't even answer a reading question when you're about to be promoted to junior high school, do you still want to go to North School?" Dad argued me to the point of words. Listening to the father's counting, the heart is empty.

Another burst like a machine gun like a burst of shots: "Your English and how to test, full marks of fifty you reach twenty-nine, you seriously?

"Twenty-nine points is still low?" I wanted to argue.

"Shut up, English ranked thirteenth in the class, an English subject representative exam so bad, is not low." Dad said angrily.

I was ashamed, I felt a table of delicious are no longer attractive, I feel that the heart is very lost, such as in the sea of confusion can not find the lighthouse. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world, and then you can get your hands on some of the most popular ones. If you change your mind now and shake the "army", then you will not be able to win in the examination room. I always have no confidence, Dad seems to see my difficult color.

"Don't worry, son. Dad has a hundred times more confidence in you, as long as you do not give up lightly, Dad believes that you will succeed." Dad's words are like a dry small lake met the watering of a large river, sweet and refreshing. I can not be negative to my parents' expectations of me, I can not be negative to the teacher's hope for me, I can not cowardly retreat, I can not do unintentional wandering.

The dinner table conversation touched me y, I remembered again the bad results, it is now turned into power, so that I have the courage to catch up with the power. I'm from the year group one hundred and sixteen as bulldozers, horizontal and vertical chopping, finally picked the 44th sign of the North School, smoothly into this warm one class family. This conversation is a solace to the wounds in my soul, in the bad grades, let me out of the haze, to go forward, climb the peak, try your best!

Conversation at the dinner table first year essay 10

We were sitting at the dinner table eating as a family of three, no one was talking and it was terribly quiet. The TV was on, playing a program about education, those excellent teachers, excellent parents and excellent students, sharing the experience of education and learning.

Ancient people say "food is not speech", usually eat, we seldom talk. But judging from the current atmosphere, something is about to happen. You see, mom used to chew the style of slow swallowing, is swallowing; usually less talkative father at this time is not a word, from time to time issued a few dry cough, like choking, but more like in the warning. At this moment, our family of three very tacit agreement not to speak, who do not want to break this dead general "speechlessness".

I'm dealing with a bowl of rice, and I just want to get out of this place. Seeing my bowl of rice is about to bottom out, my mother can not help it, left the dishes, quickly walked into my room, took a gray cover of the book came out. Oh my God, isn't this my copy of War and Peace? Seeing this book made my heart panic even more.

"Give me an explanation!" Mom exclaimed. I take a bite of my food and try to change the subject. "Oh, this is Lev Tolstoy's work War and Peace. The plot has ups and downs and is highly rated by later generations ......."

"I'm not talking about that!" Mom interrupted seriously. "I found this book under your pillow, why are you reading it during the school day, have you reviewed and prepped all your homework?" I whispered, "I've done all my homework, I have nothing to do."

"Nothing to do?" The decibel of my mom's speaking voice went up another notch. "Nothing to do but read such idle books?" I said unconvincingly, "How can you say it's an idle book? It's a masterpiece that can cultivate our sentiment!" "I don't care if it's a famous book or not, you're a middle school student now, and your study task has increased. Reading books is good for you, but you need to improve your academic performance! Can reading extracurricular books help you get extra points on your exams?" Mom waved her hand, and I said with a straight face, "Learning writing skills and enriching my knowledge of the language can definitely add points to your essays ......"

"That's enough!" Dad finally snapped, "Eat properly!" So my mom and I stopped arguing, and I cast a look of help at my dad. Dad sighed and said to me, "Son, your mom is doing this for your own good. I also think you should learn your textbook knowledge first ......"

Sure enough! I was silent. Behind the back of the TV is still on: "We need to encourage children to read more, extracurricular reading can open up the child's horizons and cultivate the ability to express ......" "This book first put me here." Mom went into the bedroom.

I put down the bowl, longing for a rose like the cover, piece by piece faded ......