1. Description of cooking details 3-word composition

I came out of the room and went to the kitchen. I first filled the kettle with water and put it on the gas stove. Then I turned on the valve of the gas stove and turned on the switch. The blue flame came out and licked the bottom of the kettle. When the water in the kettle is boiled and poured into the pot, I bring three bags of instant noodles, tear them apart and cook them in the pot. After cooking, put the ingredients in it and stir. The meal is ready. I took out another pot, put the oil on it, opened the fried cake, put the chopped green onion in it, and suddenly the oil jumped like eating pop rocks. Then I put the bean sprouts in it, fry them and put them in a plate.

I put the rice on the table, and when everything is sorted out, I call my parents. Mom and dad looked at the cooked food and felt a little embarrassed. Mom said happily, "My daughter is still sensible." After eating happily, mom and dad made up again. 2. Describe the details of the food in 4 words, and hurry up.

The details are the mother's asking after school, the father's saying to go to bed early after finishing the homework, the teacher's eyes asking if you understand after finishing the topic, and the meticulous notes handed by friends after illness. The details are small, but they are lasting.

we are all just ordinary people, and sometimes we can only be regarded as mediocrity. Life is connected by trivial details, not as sensational as the drama in the soap opera at eight o'clock, but with more real and touching details than the TV series.

Meng Jiao wrote down the details of "carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, dreading the delays that will keep him late from home", which made countless wanderers cry; Wang Wei wrote down the details of "Advise Jun to drink more wine, and there is no reason for people to leave Yangguan in the west", which made countless pedestrians sigh; Su Shi wrote down the details of "Xiao Xuan window, dressing", which made lovers all over the world sigh. It's just details, not just details, it includes the deep feelings behind the details themselves.

I am often moved by Rembrandt's Jewish Bride. Couples in beautiful clothes have gloomy and restrained expressions. In a dark background, two people snuggle up to each other, with no eyes looking at each other, no ups and downs, only shaking hands. It seems that a casual moment has seized the painter's heart and left it on the canvas, even after hundreds of years.

For the viewer, no matter how gorgeous the clothes are, it is their deep affection, the life course that they have gone through together and will go on, and the promise of "holding your hand and growing old with your son". What a cool and affectionate detail this is.

The same deep feelings are often found in life, including a cup of hot tea served by mother for father and a sweater knitted by mother. There is a hot water bottle filled by my father for my mother and a basin of face washing water poured; There are also three meals a day they prepared for me, and I gently beat their backs.

we can't expect life to be great, we just want to make the details better. "In a word, a lifetime of love", the lyrics sometimes reveal the truth of life so easily. True warmth is only silently transmitted in the details; People who really love you only show their love in the details. Just like mother, father, teacher, friend and lover. 3. The detailed description of my mother's cooking and my feelings. 3-word composition

"Reading taste" Bacon, a British scholar in China, said: "Knowledge is power."

reading is the most direct way to absorb knowledge quickly. Students concentrate on studying, speaking and reading, and it will suddenly rise and fall in my heart.

Reading the "bitterness" of nature puts the ancient words "Ten years of bitter writing, detailed description, happiness" and "reading taste". China British scholar Bacon said: "Knowledge is power." Reading is the most direct way to absorb knowledge quickly.

when students concentrate on studying, speaking and reading, it will suddenly rise and fall in my heart. Reading the natural "bitterness" put the ancient word "ten years of cold window bitterness. 4. Describe the details of doing homework or cooking

At noon today, my father taught me to cook fried rice with eggs. We peel and wash onions, ginger, carrots, celery, ham sausage, etc., then cut them into particles and put them in a bowl for later use. I took out two eggs from the refrigerator, and I held one in one hand, and then bumped into each other. Because of the excessive force, I spilled all the knocked ones on the ground. Hey! Why are the eggs today different from what I usually eat? Dad told me that the eggs I usually eat are cooked. Only then did I know that raw eggs are liquid! This is the first time I have seen a raw egg. No choice but to take out a new one, put it in a bowl, put a little salt and stir it with chopsticks. Oh, my god It's no easy job to stir eggs. The chopsticks in my hand don't listen to me at all, either just turn around in the bowl or stir the eggs out of the bowl. Under the patient guidance of my father, it took me 2 minutes to mix it evenly. Unfortunately, there are only two-thirds of the eggs left in the bowl!

after the preparations were done, I started to fry rice. First, turn on the fire, then pour the oil into the pot. After a while, I heard the crackling explosion, and the oil in the pot splashed everywhere. It was really scary! Dad told me that it was because there was still water in the pot when pouring oil. After the oil was boiled, I poured the eggs in the bowl into the pot. I saw that the eggs that were liquid just now immediately became my favorite scrambled eggs. Next, I poured the carrots, sausages and other spare things in the bowl into the pot and stirred them together. When the carrots are basically cooked, pour the rice into the pot and add salt. Soon, a bowl of delicious fried rice with eggs was ready. I was very happy when I looked at the fried rice with eggs made by myself! 5. Ask for an essay describing family life in detail. Just answer and take it. It's better to bring something else. < P > My family life is a place for everyone to shelter from the rain, and a happy family is what people dream of. A family is made up of several people. Everyone should care about each other and get along harmoniously, so life will be very happy, right? Do you want to know what my family life is like? Let me tell you in detail! My family life is a happy family composed of my brother, mom and dad. My family life is very normal. Only on Saturday night, our whole family will have a family party dinner. At this time, my father can't wait to go to the mall to buy, and he brought it back one bag on his left and one bag on his right. My mother, like a big chef, is doing a general election in the kitchen. I became my mother's little assistant to help with chores, while my brother was cleaning up the living room. It was a pleasure to do things one by one. After everyone's labor, the table was full of dishes, which smelled like sweet-scented osmanthus. My brother and I were drooling for a long time, waiting for my father's words to have dinner. My brother and I finally said dinner. My brother and I shoveled vegetables and smiled from ear to ear. It turned out that it was. But my brother ate the food on his nose, like a clown. No wonder his parents laughed from ear to ear. Our family ate a sumptuous dinner, talking and laughing. I can imagine what my family life was like! My family, I am an ordinary person, and my life is only composed of three points: study-after school-family. Every time I study, the heavy homework makes it difficult for me to catch my breath. However, after school, I lack friends and am extremely bored. Only family! A paradise in life, my paradise! Every weekend, the sun shines through the flat peach trees in front of the window, through the layers of windows, and comes to the room, jumping and jumping with joy. I, on the seemingly messy but neat bed, enjoy this family happiness. The birds are singing softly on the branches, and the song is so sweet and refreshing. This is my little world-room: a table, a bed, a chair and two cabinets. A bookcase) constitutes this vibrant and lively "castle". I often write and draw on that weather-beaten table, sit comfortably in a chair or lie on a soft bed, listen to lyrical music, and dream about things. In this room, I am always at ease, and when I close the door, I am more free. Next to my "little world" is my mother's room- A sweet, fragrant and beautiful feeling spread all over the body, and I woke up like a smooth meridian. I walked into the kitchen with light steps, and saw that my mother seemed to be cooking, maybe cleaning, but in short, she was busy. After gargling and washing her face, I just sat down and immediately saw a few dishes on the table. "Fried fish in sweet and sour", the fish was tender and delicious, slightly sour in sweetness, and the taste of all fish was different. "Fried onions with eggs. However, the endless fragrance of onion surrounds the nasopharynx. The white rice is sweet, and the pure snail soup is hard to find in the sky. My mother came up with a smile and asked if it was delicious. Of course I would say it was delicious-the beauty of mother's love is better than anything else. I love the kitchen! I love this warm home more. 6. Please describe the details of mom's actions of cutting vegetables and cooking in 1 words < P >! It's half past five in the morning. Why isn't there any movement of mom cooking in the kitchen? I got dressed and came to the kitchen curiously. Where's my mother? I turned and walked to my mother's room. When I opened the door, I saw my mother still lying in bed. From the painful expression on her face, I could see that she was ill. Dad hasn't come back from work yet. What should I do? At this time, my mother said to me in a weak voice, "The meals are all ready-made, so you can eat them while you are hot!"

I came to the kitchen again. Looking at these cold meals, I couldn't help thinking of the scene where my mother asked me to eat every morning-my mother cooked hot and delicious meals and put them on the table to ask me to eat. But today, what should I do? By the way, my mother usually cooks for me. Today I'm going to cook for my mother! As soon as I started, I poured the rice into the frying spoon, lit the gas, and then stir-fried the rice evenly with a shovel. After a while, the rice began to steam, so I put the rice into two bowls respectively. Ah, the rice with the frying spoon was burnt. No matter how much, I quickly heated the dish again. After a while, the food was also hot. I put the food into the bowl and tasted it again. The crispness of the cucumber slices was gone at all. Even so, looking at my masterpiece-the steaming food, I still have unspeakable joy in my heart.

I hurried into my mother's room with food. My mother saw me and asked, "Are you full?" I didn't answer my mother's question, just put the food on the table beside my mother's bed gently, and then said to my mother, "Let's eat together!" " My mother was surprised at first, and a smile quickly appeared on her face. Then, she reluctantly sat up from the bed, touched my head and said to me, "My son is really sensible and knows to care about his mother." Her eyes sparkled with tears of excitement. "You eat first, I'm not hungry. With your heart, my mother's illness will be better than half. " It makes my heart happy. Under my repeated entreaties, my mother finally tasted the food I cooked for her. Although the food was a little burnt and the food was not so delicious, my mother nodded and said, "It's delicious!"

after dinner, I packed my dishes and chopsticks, and I went to school in the morning sun. 7. composition about cooking 4 words

cooking for the first time today, I told my mother that I decided to learn to cook and let her have a rest.

I first estimate how many bowls of rice a family of five will eat. If each person has one bowl, it is five bowls, but grandpa and grandma always eat one more bowl and have to add two bowls, making a total of seven bowls.

start cooking. I washed the head of the plastic pot first, measured 7 bowls of rice into the plastic pot, washed the rice twice with tap water, and then put the water for cooking.

Putting cooking water is very learned. If you put too much water, it will dilute the rice. If you put too little water, it will dry the rice, and the rice will not taste good. I remember watching my mother drain water when cooking. She always uses her index finger to measure the water, and the water is just above the rice flour.

And my index finger is much smaller than his. His index finger is half the size of my index finger. I have to put it in water to reach the height of my index finger. After putting the water in, I covered the plastic lid, put the pot in the microwave oven, and set it for fifteen minutes to start.

after fifteen minutes, the microwave oven stopped working and the meal was ready. I smelled the strong smell of rice and my mouth watered.

I'm so happy, because this is my first time cooking. 8. Detailed description of the composition of 4 words

The details are the mother's voice asking after coming home from school, the father's sentence to go to bed early after finishing homework, the teacher's eyes asking if you understand after finishing the questions, and the meticulous notes handed by friends after illness.

the details are small, but they are deeply moving. We are all just ordinary people, sometimes even mediocre.

Life is connected by trivial details, which are not as sensational as those in soap operas at eight o'clock, but have more real and touching details than those in TV dramas. Meng Jiao wrote down the details of "carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, dreading the delays that will keep him late from home", which made countless wanderers cry; Wang Wei wrote down the details of "Advise Jun to drink more wine, and there is no reason for people to leave Yangguan in the west", which made countless pedestrians sigh; Su Shi wrote down the details of "Xiao Xuan window, dressing", which made lovers all over the world sigh.

It's just a detail, not just a detail, it includes the deep feelings behind the detail itself. Often moved by Rembrandt's Jewish Bride, the couple dressed in beautiful clothes have a gloomy and restrained expression. Under the dark background, two people snuggle up to each other, with no eyes facing each other, no ups and downs, only the hands holding hands, as if for a casual moment, grabbed the painter's heart and left it on the canvas. Even after hundreds of years, they still depend on each other silently, and this feeling will never change.

For the viewer, no matter how gorgeous the clothes are, it is their deep affection, the life course that they have gone through together and will go on, and the promise of "holding your hand and growing old with your son". What a cool and affectionate detail this is.

The same deep feelings are often found in life, including a cup of hot tea served by mother for father and a sweater knitted by mother. There is a hot water bottle filled by my father for my mother and a basin of face washing water poured; There are also three meals a day they prepared for me, and I gently beat their backs. We can't expect life to be great, we just want to make the details better.

"One word, a lifetime of love", the lyrics sometimes reveal the truth of life so easily. True warmth is only silently transmitted in the details; People who really love you only show their love in the details.

like mother, father, teacher, friend and lover. [Example Brief Comment] This is an examination composition, and I got 57 points.

The author firmly grasps the word "ordinary" to write details, so that the details that are often ignored by us in life come into our field of vision one by one and show the feelings behind the details. And through ancient poetry and Rembrandt's paintings, the details are further highlighted, so that a drop of water can fully reflect the brilliance of the sun.

the full text is fluent, with beautiful sentences and endless meanings. [Example 2] Anatomical details Hu Wenwen of Class 4, Grade 3, Pinghu Middle School, Zhejiang Province once crossed the stars as a meteor.