During the Mid-Autumn Festival, dates and pears are on the market. Jujube is not a jujube in the eight-treasure rice, but a crisp and hard winter jujube bigger than grapes. This jujube is so crisp that it can't even compare with biscuits. I gave it a name-the most crisp biscuit in the world! It is suitable for eating bit by bit, chewing it up and then swallowing it. The faint sweet fragrance is in your mouth, with endless aftertaste. As for pears, Korla fragrant pears produced in Xinjiang are the first choice. This kind of pear is very small, only a little bigger than an egg, but very sweet and juicy. I also gave it a title-the sweetest pear in the world. This pear needs to be eaten in big gulps, so that it will feel delicious. In the Mid-Autumn Festival, pears and dates are my favorite! (I hope it will help the landlord *^o^*))
2. The topic is cooking for the first time, describing the attitude, actions and psychology of the characters. At eleven o'clock noon, I started cooking. Cooking for the first time is not easy! When washing rice, I got my clothes wet, and when cutting vegetables, it was thick and thin, heavy and light. Listening to the sound of chopping vegetables, I really want to throw down the kitchen knife and quit!
Start cooking. The first course is shredded potato. I called my mother and stood by as a "consultant". She taught me to fire first, so I pressed the switch and turned to the left according to her method. Before the fire was lit, the liquefied steam was bubbling, which scared me and I didn't know what to do. Mom said, "Hi! Turn it off! Turn it off! Press it hard, that's right ... "I press it hard, and then twist it to the left, pa, poof-"It's on fire. After a while, the pot smoked, and the "consultant" asked me to pour the oil quickly. I clumsily opened the lid of the oil jug and fell down. The oil gurgled into the pot, and my mother kept shouting, "All right, all right, stop, stop." ... "but I still fell, alas, there was too much oil. I looked helplessly at the oil in the pot and sighed and said, "Alas, if you pour too much, you will pour too much!"! "Whatever!" Oil makes a noise when it burns. I threw shredded potatoes and chilies into the pot, and with a bang, the chilies and shredded potatoes were just washed and stained with water. As soon as I cooked, the oil splashed on my face and exploded. I screamed, "ouch! Oh! " I can't wait to bury my head in my neck. Mom saw it and said, "Stay away from the pot and don't lower your head too low." I did as my mother said, and I feel much better. After frying for a few times, I added a little salt and monosodium glutamate, no matter how much or how little, and put the dishes on the plate.
In this way, I fried three dishes altogether. Of the three dishes, one is a little salty and the other is a little weak, but mom and dad say it's delicious. I thought: they are encouraging me, after all, this is the first time!
3. Ask mom to describe the expressions, actions and language when cooking. Someone's mother patted her left hand on the chopping board, and four eggs were already in the air. I saw her waving in the air, and the eggshells fell like fine powder. At this time, the line of world without thieves came from TV: "Uncle Li, this hand is absolutely perfect." Someone's mother looked away and smiled contemptuously. Four eggs wrapped in egg skins whirled rapidly in her hand.
Turn around. Someone's mother poured soybean oil on her hand, and the high temperature generated by the high-speed rotation of eggs made the oil boil! Let's talk about it later! The egg is bad! ! ! The gushing egg blossoms are like four Bai Lianhua flowers that are not stained with mud, and their fragrance is overflowing. Under the dual action of internal force and oil temperature, the lotus quickly solidified, and the yolk was pale yellow and transparent, just like a lotus carved by topaz! "On E799BE5A6E79FA5E98193E59E7A943133330356231disk! "When mom threw it, the four" egg lotus "landed firmly in the four directions of the southeast, northwest and southeast of the plate! It is the most accurate instrument in the world, which is the same as the time at the center of the disc, with no difference! The guests are going to have a big meal! "Wait!" With a charming drink, spices such as onion and ginger on the chopping board danced in the air like possessed, but when I saw someone's mother fluttering in white, like a fairy in Libo, she was chopping vegetables with a greasy kitchen knife in her hand! In this case, there is no kitchen knife to cut vegetables and meat! This is clearly the blade of the devil! When the minced onion and ginger were sprinkled on the "egg lotus", many guests could not hold back their appetite and ate it! For a long time, for a long time, everyone was immersed in this world of delicious food. "Well, well, it's actually fried meat with eggs," said a big fat man while tasting it.
"Yes, yes, it's really extraordinary", and everyone sincerely praised it.
4. The action description of the character fragment is 200 words for cooking 1, and the football match has started.
Players from both sides run alternately on the court, among which Liu Qiang is very active. I saw him calmly break through with the ball for a while, play a two-one with his friends for a while, tackle the ball on the ground for a while, and then a carp stood up and moved forward with the ball.
On the way, he suddenly started, a long shot, the ball into the net! Suddenly, he jumped up with his friends. This surprised me. Looking up, I saw a 12-year-old girl sitting high on a branch, holding a harmonica and preparing to play.
She is wearing a lux cashmere sweater and a pea-green skirt. Two little feet in lux shoes are hanging and pulling, which is very comfortable.
Her pigtailed head rested on her right shoulder, her watery eyes blinked at me, and her nose turned slightly upward, revealing a naughty look. As soon as you meet her, you will like her from the bottom of your heart.
There was a rainy day, which impressed me deeply. It rained on my way out to sell things, and it was close to dusk.
When I walked near a ditch, I heard a chicken screaming. Looking around, I found a chicken fell into the ditch, so I found a plastic bucket and tied it to a pole. After many twists and turns, I finally fished it out. Then ask people nearby if they know people who raise chickens.
Finally, I found the owner of the chicken, an 80-year-old grandmother. She took the chicken from me and cried happily. She touched my head and praised me as a kind and good boy. Although my clothes were soaked in the rain, the old man's hands warmed me, and it was a very happy thing for me to be praised.
Xiaoli pursed her mouth, bowed her waist and crept closer to it. Approaching, approaching, I saw her quietly reaching out her right hand to the butterfly, and her two open fingers closed and caught the butterfly's wings.
Xiaoli jumped and jumped with joy. He bent down, the basketball kept flapping back and forth and left and right under his hand, and his eyes turned around, looking for a chance to "break through".
Suddenly, he quickened his pace, turned around in a moment, rushed through two layers of defense lines and came to the basket. After a tiger pounce, he turned to shoot, and the basketball drew a beautiful arc in the air and landed in the basket impartially. Catching butterflies and playing basketball are our common activities, and even some students have participated in them in person.
But it is not specific in writing. Due to careful observation, the author vividly described the movements and demeanor of catching butterflies and playing basketball.
I heard those cries so painfully that they seemed to be the pain of where you were going, but we were still disturbed by the surging crowd. I stumbled back a few steps and was knocked down by a blind man like me countless times. I'm starting to get scared. Tears flooded my eyes again and I lost my sense of direction. I moved bit by bit until I stood firm. I heard, I heard some sounds of pulling tables and chairs. I stood quietly for a long time and gradually became quiet. I got some help, such as going up the steps. Then someone has been holding my hand on both sides. I think I'm standing too high. I don't know what it is. When my right foot stepped forward, I felt that I stepped on something very soft, but hard, just like.
In an instant, my head exploded, and I uttered a word in my heart with a trembling voice that I couldn't believe: people! My feet are numb and I can't walk a step. My heart seems to be deeply penetrated by an awl. I was breathless with pain, but the instructor scolded us and told us to go quickly to reduce the harm to them. But, dear, should I walk through my friend's sadness? That will be a day! How could you! The people next to him shouted: Go, go! I fought back my inner pain and walked as fast as I could. I know my players and partners stepped on my feet! 6. I still insist on eating dates. Grandma is helpless. She put the pear on a plate, stood up, twisted her fat body and walked step by step to the back room. She moved out a small stool and put it next to the jujube tree. First, she put one foot on it and held the trunk with her hand. The other foot was bent. Push hard, the whole body leans to one side and almost falls. She adjusted her posture and left leg slightly. However, due to obesity, she failed several times in a row. Grandma withdrew her legs, stood on tiptoe, stretched her arms as far as possible, raised her head and poked her hands in the leaves for a while. No dates came down, but she "brushed" several layers of ash and several pieces of dead bark and landed on grandma's gray hair. Grandma sneezed a few times and staggered back, feeling tight all over. Fortunately, just a few steps back, I grabbed the branch and stood firm, and then stood on tiptoe again, struggling to find the small and green dates on the tree.
7. Although Sharla Cheung is not tall, she always cleans the cleanest cup! In order to see what tricks she has, I carefully observed her action of cleaning the glass. She quickly stepped on the chair, got on the table, and then walked from the table to the windowsill.
She first dusted the glass with a dry cloth, then put on a wet rag, stood on tiptoe, grabbed the window lattice with one hand, and wiped the glass with the rag from top to bottom with the other. Then, I wiped it from top to bottom and from left to right.
Where there is a stain on the glass, she will take a breath and wipe it hard. It's still not clean. She dug it with her finger again. Ah, the stain was finally eliminated by her. She came down from the windowsill, stood on the ground, looked at her spotless glass and smiled happily.
It turns out that she is really good at cleaning windows! 8. The next morning, she came to deliver garbage bags. We are reading books in the morning. The monitor stood up and walked over to her and said, "Aunt, give us another bag! We filled the bottle specially for you. She smiled and nodded, then quickly took out a bag from her hand. Then our hands stretched out our forefinger and middle finger, made a victory gesture, crossed our chests, and our reading suddenly stopped. Look at our puzzled expressions.
Say loudly: "I don't know, friend, we are friends." There was a burst of laughter in the classroom at once, and she smiled as innocent as a child! Then walk out of the classroom, close the door and open it at once.
Please use 100 to describe the details of mom's cooking! It's half past five in the morning. Why is there no mother cooking in the kitchen? I got dressed and came to the kitchen curiously. Where is my mother? I turned and walked to my mother's room. When I opened the door, I saw my mother still lying in bed. I can tell from the painful expression on her face that she is ill.
Dad hasn't come back from work yet. What should I do? At this time, my mother said weakly to me, "The rice is ready, so eat it while it is hot!" " I came to the kitchen again. Looking at these cold meals, I can't help but think of the scene where my mother asks me to eat every morning-my mother cooks hot meals and puts them on the table for me to eat. But today, what should I do? By the way, my mother usually cooks for me. Today I will cook for my mother! I poured the rice into the frying spoon at the beginning, lit the gas, and then stirred 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 in the frying spoon is burnt. No matter how much, I quickly heated the dish again.
After a while, the food was hot. I put the food in the bowl and tasted it again. The crispness of cucumber slices completely disappeared. 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. I just gently put the food on the table beside my mother's bed and said to my mother, "Let's eat together!" " "My mother was surprised at first, and soon a smile 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 how 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. "
This makes me very happy. After my repeated entreaties, my mother finally tasted the food I cooked for her. Although the food was a little burnt and didn't taste very good, my mother nodded and said, "It's delicious!" " After dinner, I packed my dishes and went to school against the rising sun.
6. For the first time, I helped to write a 350-word composition (action, language, demeanor, psychological description activities). Before that, my mother cooked all my meals. As long as my father and I sit at the table, there will be delicious food on the table. However, yesterday was different. Yesterday's lunch was my first "little chef". If you want to cook, of course you have to buy food, and you must do it completely!
At nine o'clock in the morning, my father took me to the main entrance of the vegetable market by motorcycle, and gave me 20 yuan money to go in and buy food alone. At first, I was so scared that I clung to my mother tightly. My mother held my hand and encouraged me to say, "Luda, you can do it." My mother supports you. " After listening to my mother's words, I let go of her hand, grabbed my money and walked into the market. There are so many people in the market! A busy scene. Shouting and bargaining make people's heads swell. I can't stand it I quickly bought the food I planned to cook and ran out of the market.
At eleven o'clock noon, I started cooking. Cooking for the first time is not easy! When washing rice, I got my clothes wet, and when cutting vegetables, it was thick and thin, heavy and light. Listening to the sound of chopping vegetables, I really want to throw down the kitchen knife and quit!
Start cooking. The first course is shredded potato. I called my mother and stood by as a "consultant". She taught me to fire first, so I pressed the switch and turned to the left as she said. Before the fire was lit, the liquefied steam was bubbling, which scared me and I didn't know what to do. Mom said, "Hi! Turn it off! Turn it off! Press it hard, that's right ... "I press it hard, and then twist it to the left, pa, poof-"It's on fire. After a while, the pot smoked, and the "consultant" asked me to pour the oil quickly. I clumsily opened the lid of the oil jug and fell down. The oil gurgled into the pot, and my mother kept shouting, "All right, all right, stop, stop." ... "but I'm still pouring, alas, there is too much oil. I looked helplessly at the oil in the pot and sighed and said, "Alas, if you pour too much, you will pour too much!"! "Whatever!" Oil makes a noise when it burns. I threw shredded potatoes and chilies into the pot, and with a bang, the chilies and shredded potatoes were just washed and stained with water. As soon as I cooked, the oil splashed on my face and exploded. I screamed, "ouch! Oh! " I can't wait to bury my head in my neck. Mom saw it and said, "Stay away from the pot and don't lower your head too low." I did as my mother said, and I feel much better. After frying for a few times, I added a little salt and monosodium glutamate, no matter how much or how little, and put the dishes on the plate.
In this way, I fried three dishes altogether. Of the three dishes, one is a little salty and the other is a little weak, but mom and dad say it's delicious. I thought: they are encouraging me, after all, this is the first time!