In ordinary study, work, and life, many people have had the experience of writing compositions, and they are all familiar with compositions. Compositions are based on people’s thoughts and language organization, and they express something through words. The narrative method of thematic meaning. So how is a general composition written? The following is a sweet potato composition that I compiled for you. I hope it will be helpful to you. Composition 1 on Sweet Potatoes
Autumn is the season when sweet potatoes mature. On a crisp autumn day, my mother and I went to dig sweet potatoes in the fields.
I hummed a little song and walked excitedly on the path to the sweet potato field. After arriving at the sweet potato field, I only saw a green leaf. I asked my mother doubtfully: "Mom, did we go to the wrong place? Why didn't we see the sweet potatoes?" My mother said: "That's right, this It’s a sweet potato. What you see are sweet potato leaves. Delicious sweet potatoes are growing in the ground under the leaves. “Haha, that’s it!
After preparing the tools, we started working! My mother first pulled the sweet potato seedlings aside, then I used a small shovel to dig from one end, and my mother used a shovel to dig from the other end. Huh? Isn't it a bad start? I met a big guy as soon as I came up. I dug hard and pulled it out hard. Oops... I'm quite stubborn! This big sweet potato just won’t come out. I continued to work hard to conquer it, and slowly dug out the soil around the sweet potato... The hard work paid off, and I finally dug out this big sweet potato! Wow, that's great, they are twins. Two sweet potatoes grow together, heart to heart. The more I dug, the more experienced I became, and the digging became much smoother.
When it was getting dark, we finally finished digging, and I felt so happy. After returning home, my mother made a meal of shredded sweet potatoes to reward me. I had a delicious meal, eating the fruits of my labor, and felt very happy. Labor feels so good! Composition 2 on Sweet Potatoes
On Saturday, my mother took me to dig sweet potatoes in my grandfather’s field in the countryside.
Walking towards the wild, from a distance, I saw rows of persimmon trees planted on the edge of the field, and the trees were covered with small red persimmons that looked like lanterns. The grassland under the persimmon tree is full of colorful wild flowers. It’s so beautiful!
When I walked to the sweet potato field, I saw rows of green sweet potato leaves covering the land.
"Where are the sweet potatoes?" I looked everywhere, but couldn't find them. Mom saw it and laughed. She told me that sweet potato fruits grow in the ground and must be dug out. As soon as I heard this, without saying a word, I picked up the iron rake in my mother's hand and started digging.
I dug left and right, and wow, a big sweet potato was dug out. I couldn't help but jump up with joy. Grasp the sweet potato stem with both hands and pull it upward. oops! The stem was broken by the nest, causing me to almost fall into the ditch next to it. Looks like I'll have to find another way to get the sweet potatoes. I found a small stone and slowly dug out the soil next to the big sweet potato bit by bit. Gradually, gradually, most of the big sweet potato's body was exposed. I quickly threw away the small stone, held it with both hands and pulled hard, and the big sweet potato left the ground and came into my hands. Finally lay down in my big harvest bag.
Later, I dug out a lot of small sweet potatoes, and even a few purple potatoes! My mother and I returned home with a full load. Although I have a little "back pain", I feel happier than I have ever felt before! Sweet Potato Composition 3
During the "National Day" period, it is the season when sweet potatoes are ripe. My father and mother decided to take me to my grandma’s house to dig sweet potatoes. They said they would let me enjoy the farm work. As soon as I heard the news, I was so happy that I hurriedly called my grandma.
When I came to grandma’s house, I couldn’t wait to put things in the house. Each of us picked up a small shovel and hurriedly ran to dig sweet potatoes. As soon as I got to the field, I pulled out the sweet potato vines, inserted the shovel diagonally into the soil, and then dug out the sweet potatoes in the soil. Maybe it was too strong, or maybe it was inserted in the wrong position. The poor sweet potato had been broken into two pieces when it was dug out. I scratched my head in anger. Then, I discovered an exposed sweet potato vine.
With experience this time, I carefully inserted the shovel in, dug out a layer of soil first, and exposed a small sweet potato, and then dug it out with another shovel. When I was proud, I wanted to dig another one, so I inserted it again and lifted it up with all my strength. The sweet potato flew out of the soil like a soil descendant. I caught the flying sweet potatoes with a shovel and handed the fruits of my labor to my father.
According to this method, my father, mother and I dug out many intact sweet potatoes.
Childhood is colorful, like beautiful shells on the seashore. Childhood is carefree, like wandering dolls playing all day long. Childhood is innocent and sweet, like clear spring water in mountain streams. Speaking of childhood, I can't help but remind me of one thing, that is, the thing that reminds me the most is roasted sweet potatoes.
I remember when I was seven years old, one day, my good friend Cao Meng’s birthday came. After lunch, a few of our good friends started an interesting activity - roasting sweet potatoes.
When we came to the wild, we first lit a fire on the ground and set up a frame with an iron frame. Then put the sweet potatoes on the iron rack to bake. After roasting for a long time, I carefully discovered that one side of the sweet potato was dark and burnt, but the other side was not yet cooked. Looking at the half that was not yet cooked, I knew that this method would not work. I had no choice but to adopt the most primitive method, skewering the sweet potatoes on wooden sticks and roasting them on the fire. At this time, I had to keep turning them to avoid burning them again. Now that I think about that ridiculous move at that time, I feel like I am selling mutton skewers.
Several of our friends cooperate with each other. So happy. Some children kept fanning to increase the intensity of the fire and make the smoke dissipate quickly. Some children kept adding firewood. I stretched the sweet potatoes into the bigger part of the fire and kept turning the sweet potatoes. . At this time, each of us has become a little cat.
But it has been three years since this happened, but every time I see sweet potatoes, I remember the scene of roasting sweet potatoes back then, ah! The interesting life of childhood left us with wonderful memories. Composition 5 on Sweet Potatoes
"Work brings supper!" The picture accompanied by the beautiful singing kept replaying in my mind. It was the collective digging of sweet potatoes last Thursday.
"Here I come, sweet potato field!" I rushed to the sweet potato field, as excited as the grass falling into the embrace of the earth.
I couldn’t wait to grab the vine and pull it. "Oh, my butt!" Due to excessive force, I fell to the muddy ground. Fortunately it wasn't mud, otherwise my pants would be in trouble. But my butt was in trouble, it was burning and painful.
I am not discouraged if I come again! I didn't believe it anymore. I braced myself, grabbed the vines with both hands, took a deep breath, and when I exhaled, I pushed hard and lifted it up. I fell down again with a "dong" sound, and my butt was "killed twice in a row". "It hurt even more. It really made me dumbfounded, but luckily the sweet potato was pulled out.
"Hey yo, hey yo." I took out the energy of sucking milk, used a small shovel, inserted and pried it, and dug up large chunks of soil.
"Huh? What is this?" I thought to myself, forget it, no matter what it is, whether it is March 21 or Women's Day, dig it out first and take a look.
A faint purple color emerged from the soil, ah, it turned out to be a big sweet potato!
I was singing and dancing while holding the big sweet potato. At this moment, I had forgotten that the big sweet potato was ugly and messy.
Through hard work, I got two big sweet potatoes. During this sweet potato digging activity, I experienced the hard work and the happiness of labor.
Composition 6 on Sweet Potatoes
Today, I was at my mother’s house. After I got up in the morning, I was doing nothing. Suddenly I found two sweet potatoes on the stove. On a whim, I rolled up my sleeves and prepared to roast the sweet potatoes. !
Just do it. I burned the coal, put a small iron rod on it, and put a sweet potato on it. Finally, I covered it with a big iron pot and waited. The sweet potatoes are ripe.
One hour passed, two hours passed, three hours passed... I waited and waited, and waited, and waited for a long time. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I put the iron pot It's revealed and you see it, huh? What comes into view is a "black and shiny" hard sweet potato skin. When you cut it open, you can see that the inside is still white and not cooked at all. My mother saw it, laughed at my inexperience, and said, "Are you roasting sweet potatoes? You should turn the sweet potatoes while roasting! You have to pinch them a few times!"
I vomited Sticking out my tongue, I immediately put another sweet potato on the iron bar and did it as my mother said. Sure enough, within a while, the fragrant and golden roasted sweet potatoes were on the table. While eating the delicious roasted sweet potatoes, I thought: It’s really easy to see things but hard to do things! Sweet Potato's Composition 7
From Monday to Friday, I have to get up early to go to school every day, and on holidays, I always stay in bed and sleep until almost noon.
On the morning of the fourth day of the National Day holiday, at eight o'clock in the morning, I was sleeping and vaguely heard my parents talking. "I brought so many sweet potatoes from my hometown and they are almost spoiled. What should I do?" Mom asked. Dad suggested: "How about we roast the sweet potatoes? Jingjing also said several times that she wanted to eat roasted sweet potatoes." After hearing this, I sat up excitedly, quickly put on my slippers, ran to the kitchen and shouted: " I want to eat roasted sweet potatoes, I want to eat roasted sweet potatoes!”
Dad took out three large sweet potatoes. He washed the sweet potatoes first, then wrapped each sweet potato with three large pieces of tissue paper, and then put them away. On a small plate in the microwave, turn to medium-high heat and bake for six minutes. Six minutes later, we took it out and saw that it was still hard. Maybe the sweet potatoes were too big, so we put them in to bake again. Eight minutes later, one side was roasted. Dad turned over each sweet potato and roasted it for two minutes, then turned to medium heat and roasted it for eight minutes, and finally roasted it on low heat for fifteen minutes before the sweet potatoes were done.
I couldn’t wait to take out a big sweet potato. After roasting for thirty-nine minutes, the big sweet potato was really soft and sweet. I felt very happy while eating the roasted sweet potato. Composition 8 about sweet potatoes
Whenever I smell the fragrant smell of sweet potatoes, I will think of the scene of roasting sweet potatoes in my childhood. It is really nostalgic!
It was when I was on winter vacation when I was 8 years old, my parents told me to take me back to my hometown. I couldn't help but let out a "yo" sound, wishing I could jump three thousand feet. I happily helped pack my things, and after three hours, I finally arrived at my hometown.
The next day, my uncle took me and my cousins ??to the fields to roast sweet potatoes. We were fully armed, took some straw, dry branches, a shovel and a few sweet potatoes and went to the field to find an empty space. The uncle first dug a pit that was 20 centimeters deep and 10 centimeters wide with a shovel, and then placed sweet potatoes one by one on top of the pit. Then he lit a few straws and placed them under the sweet potatoes. He kept adding straw, and then filled them with twigs. Keep burning. Because in the wild, the smoke was so thick that it made me cough. After ten minutes, my uncle asked me to turn the sweet potatoes over. At this time, the downward part of the sweet potato is ripe and exudes a burst of aroma. After another ten minutes, the outside of the entire sweet potato was black. The uncle said it was ready, so we quickly put out the fire and moved the sweet potatoes aside with branches to cool down. Fortunately, it was winter and it got cold very fast, otherwise we would be greedy. Each of us took a sweet potato we roasted ourselves and broke off the black skin on the outside, revealing the red sweet potato flesh inside, which was delicious in our mouths. After eating, although my hands and mouth turned black, I felt happy.
Although it has been a few years, I still remember it fresh! Essay on Sweet Potato 9
I went to Aunt Yang’s place to have breakfast. There was nothing else to eat except a roasted sweet potato. I asked her how much it cost, and she said one yuan. I said that’s not good. , I will eat it for fifty cents. My mother ran over to him and said: Do you want to sell it or not? If not, forget it. After saying that, he turned around and left. Aunt Yang had no choice but to push the roasted sweet potato to me and said, "Eat it." I destroyed it three times, five times and two times. Then I asked her how much it was, and she said one dollar. I said, didn’t you agree on fifty cents? Why do you want another dollar? During the stalemate, my mother took out a fifty-cent note, threw it on the table, and pulled me away. But Aunt Yang refused to let me go and insisted on asking for a dollar. Mom couldn't argue, so she had to take out one dollar, but asked her to bring out some more small sweet potatoes, so Aunt Yang brought out another bowl of small sweet potatoes. At this time, I saw students from the school next door coming over. It was not convenient to stay here to eat. I carried it in my pocket and ate it while walking. When I walked to the channel in my hometown, I found Xiao Guo walking in front of me. I vaguely remembered that he and I went to play together on the street, and then we broke up for some reason. I stared at him, hoping he would leave quickly. After he disappeared, a madman came next. I subconsciously searched his body, and he slowly started to react. When my hand wandered into his sensitive area, his feet were dangling like he was doing gymnastics. I felt like something was wrong, but I couldn't control myself anymore.
I'm hoping roasted sweet potatoes will save me.
Will he accept my roasted sweet potato? Sweet potato composition 10
Each plant has its own way of survival. For example, some delicate flowers should be taken good care of; Plants with strong vitality can grow like crazy with just a little care, and among them is the sweet potato, which is well known for its strong vitality.
Sweet potato, a plant that grows in the ground. As long as there is a piece of moist land, it can take root firmly in fertile or barren soil. When the sweet potato has grown its roots, a small head will naturally stick out from the moist soil, with white and purple buds, and green leaves. Then the color becomes darker and darker, from light green to dark green. Finally, many lush leaves will grow on the buds. Looking from a distance, you will see a sea of ??green on the land. Finally, after flowering, the sweet potatoes bear fruit in the ground. The sweet potatoes we eat are actually tubers buried in the ground.
Sweet potatoes are not only tenacious, but they are also affordable and very delicious.
Sweet potato leaves are also a delicacy on the table. Sweet potatoes are a treasure all over the body. Sweet potatoes are rich in starch and taste pink. So it's dry, but very sweet. And it is a whole grain, so the more you eat, the more the better. Sweet potatoes can be roasted and eaten. The flesh inside is golden and very sweet, but it is very irritating, but eating it will leave you with endless aftertaste and linger on. The most important thing is that it can also be beneficial to health - lowering blood sugar, blood pressure, etc. Although it is a simple meal, it is very delicious, so sweet potatoes are full of treasures. Sweet potato has tenacious vitality, is simple and unpretentious, and does not seek vanity. This is a valuable spirit and something I should learn from. Composition 11 of Sweet Potato
It is a purple-red cotton-padded jacket with golden flesh. It can be roasted and eaten in winter. Guess what is delicious?
One day my mother came over mysteriously and took out a black thing from her pocket and said to me: Little greedy cat, come and guess what this is? It’s black, like a lump of charcoal. It must not be something good, I thought to myself. It can’t be lump charcoal! I said with a smile. Wouldn’t you know if you try it? Mom said. I took the piece of charcoal and smelled it, and a sweet smell came straight to my nose. I carefully opened the skin, and the golden flesh was exposed, which looked very attractive. I took a bite. It was sweet and mixed with the aroma of sweet potatoes. It was roasted sweet potatoes.
It is completely different from the usual steamed sweet potatoes! Steamed sweet potatoes are a bit hard, the aroma is not strong, and the taste is not very sweet, while roasted sweet potatoes have a fragrant aroma, taste soft, sweet and soft, and have golden and attractive sweet potato pulp, and the color is better than steamed sweet potatoes. Ripe sweet potatoes are much brighter, charred on the outside and tender on the inside. Just looking at them makes people salivate and arouses everyone's appetite. Sweet potatoes also contain many vitamins and have high nutritional value. Eating them makes people feel warm in the cold winter.
While I was eating, I heard my mother say that in the countryside when she was a child, sweet potatoes were everywhere. In the winter, she and her friends cooked roasted sweet potatoes. Some people started the stove, some collected firewood, and some dug the sweet potatoes. Everyone worked together and put the sweet potatoes in the stove to roast them. After roasting, everyone shared the food and felt very happy!
Roasted sweet potatoes are really delicious. Go buy one and try it! Composition 12 on Sweet Potatoes
My favorite thing to do when I was a child was to dig sweet potatoes with my grandma on Daopo Mountain. Sweet potatoes are a specialty of my hometown and a staple food in our rural areas! This sweet potato can be eaten not only raw but also cooked. So I like it very much.
Every time, when I heard that I was going to dig sweet potatoes, I jumped three feet high with joy, and sometimes even lost my head. Just dig if you want. Today, my grandma took me up the slope to dig sweet potatoes. On the way, I thought: I must dig a few big sweet potatoes today. Unknowingly, we arrived at the sweet potato field. We couldn't wait to pick up the small hoe and quickly ran to the sweet potato vines. We raised the small hoe in our hands, pointed it at the soil under the sweet potato vines, and dug hard. With just one click, the sweet potatoes were ready. The head was exposed, and then the soil around the head of the sweet potato was carefully peeled away, and the body of the sweet potato was visible. At this time, as long as the sweet potato vine was pulled, the whole body of the sweet potato could be seen, which was bright red and looked like a big radish. If this is your first time digging sweet potatoes, you will definitely dig up this big radish, don’t you believe it?
I picked up this big sweet potato and jumped up and down, shouting happily: "Grandma, Grandma! Come and see!" Grandma looked at my lively and cute look and bent over with a smile. I looked at grandma, very proud.
Digging sweet potatoes is indeed a joyful thing. How about you come to my hometown and give it a try? Composition 13 of Sweet Potato
In October, the autumn air is crisp and the sky is as blue as a sapphire. My mother felt that there were too many people traveling outside during the National Day, so she planned to take me to my grandpa’s house in the countryside. After hearing the news, my naughty little cousin also wanted to play with us.
When we arrived at my grandpa’s house, my cousin and I threw ourselves into my grandpa’s arms. Grandpa smiled and said, “Can I take you to dig sweet potatoes today?” We said in unison: “Okay!” No. After a while, the little cousin came jumping, and we went to dig sweet potatoes.
The scenery of the fields is so beautiful! The endless golden rice fields nodded to us with a smile, and the sunflowers bloomed with smiles. When we arrived at the sweet potato field, my grandpa hoeed, and many sweet potatoes showed a little bit of red skin. My little cousin couldn't wait to dig it with his hands, and I picked up a small hoe and dug it up carefully, although I had already seen the sweet potatoes. , but it is still very laborious to dig it out intact. I was so busy that I was sweating profusely and panting. My mother saw that my cousin and I dug our hands full of dirt, so she picked up the camera and captured many wonderful pictures.
My cousin and I looked at the sweet potatoes full of potatoes and were very happy, because this is the fruit of our labor! Composition 14 of Sweet Potatoes
On Saturday, in the crisp autumn weather, my father took me to my grandfather’s house in the countryside to dig sweet potatoes.
When I came to my grandpa’s vegetable garden, I saw all kinds of vegetables, including purple lentils, green leeks and green vegetables, and soybeans that kept nodding at me... I asked my dad where the sweet potatoes were. Dad walked to the rows of mounds. I looked at these mounds like soldiers who were neatly arranged and about to go to war. Dad picked up the rake and swung it high, dug up a pile of soil, and then picked up the rake again and again. Wow! A big sweet potato was exposed, like a round little fat girl. I saw my dad's "little fat" sweet potato, which made my mouth water.
I picked up my small shovel and came to a small mound of soil. I dug on the left and dug on the right. Suddenly I dug something hard. I quickly dug up the surrounding soil and found a "big fat man". "Sweet potatoes," I shouted, "Dad, come and see!" Dad ran over and said, "Don't forget, sweet potatoes grow in groups. Dig around and look." I dug around for a while, and sure enough, I was so happy to find four more sweet potatoes. These were the sweet potatoes I dug out myself.
The sun went down and I left the field with a basket full of harvest. On the way back, I thought to myself: Labor is so happy, I will plant sweet potatoes next time. Sweet potato composition 15
Friends, do you know roasted sweet potatoes? If you see it for the first time, you will definitely not eat it. It is black and full of dust. At first glance, you can’t say anything. There will be an appetite. But as long as you smell it, the aroma will immediately penetrate your heart and spleen, making you salivate.
After my mother cooks the meal, she never forgets to bury a few sweet potatoes in the fire in the stove. When I had enough fun and was a little hungry, the fire under the pot was extinguished and the ashes were not yet hot, so we took out the sweet potatoes. It was so sweet in our mouths that we couldn't eat too much.
When you take out the sweet potatoes, they are already ripe without being hot or cold. Peel off the burnt skin on the outside, revealing the attractive, sweet and delicious flesh. At this time, I would watch and eat with my eyes and mouth almost unwilling to leave the roasted sweet potatoes.
My mother often tells me stories about our predecessors, saying that in the past, people encountered great famines, and sweet potatoes became people’s staple food. “Sweet potato rice, sweet potato steamed buns, you can’t live without sweet potatoes.”
I pick out the sweet potatoes after dinner every day. From then on, this has become a time for me to worry about it.
Let’s take a look at the foods that can be made from sweet potatoes: potato starch, vermicelli, dried sweet potatoes...
Nowadays, although sweet potatoes are no longer a staple food, they still like to eat them. There are still many people who eat sweet potatoes. How great would it be if sweet potatoes were now a staple food? Then I would be able to eat extremely delicious sweet potatoes with every bite and every meal. I think sweet potatoes are more delicious than any other delicacies.
I think eating roasted sweet potatoes is a kind of enjoyment. Why don't you try this delicious roasted sweet potatoes too.