How to write the end of the chestnut essay is as follows:

1, the cold fire three lights halfway across the ground, shouting in front of the door, "filling gum". The Qing Dynasty, fried chestnuts are called "filling gum", there is a poem "filling gum", the flavor of the time written very evocative: heap plate chestnuts fried deep yellow, the guest to the long talk to ask for wine to taste.

Chestnut roast chicken or roast meat, with chestnuts, rock sugar, glutinous rice made of sweets, are people's favorite food. It is rich in nutrients, containing starch, protein, has always been a green food for the market. If you want to taste chestnut, then please come to my hometown.

2. I shouted loudly to my grandmother, who got up in a hurry and found that I had fallen below, and immediately pulled me up. She patted the dust on me and pulled all the thorns off. But there were a few particularly short ones that stuck into the flesh and couldn't be pulled out.

Grandma criticized me with pain and irritation: "This child of yours, I have told you, this chestnut is not ripe, you can't eat it," and "Look at the thorns all over your body, you'll be resting at home for a few days, don't go out again.

It was my fault that I didn't put the stool in place. However, I started picking chestnuts again while my grandmother went grocery shopping.

3, look around, Wangping east of the famous Hongmen Reservoir, the other three sides of the pillow mountain, the whole Wangping village is like a baby sleeping in a cradle, let the river wind rippling, stable and comfortable sleep, face still hanging smile it! Yes, the hometown of the people are the people should be happy, so good life, such a good policy, not comfortable is strange!

Our party continued to move forward, jumping in the Wangping wide concrete road, I still in the heart of the silent blessing: I wish the hometown of the villagers of the day like chestnuts, red-hot, fluffy, happy and long!

4, to pick down the chestnut shells, add some sugar, began to fry, at this time, the whole village is immersed in the fragrance of fried chestnuts. After frying, I took a bite out of one, and I didn't have to eat. My mom packed several bags and said she wanted to bring a few bags to those who went to work abroad so they could feel the warmth of their hometown.

Winter, snowflakes flying, and chestnuts still stand upright in the snow, I really worry that it will freeze to death. But in the spring of next year, when the spring wind blows, it will spit out new green again.

Ah, my hometown chestnut tree, you should now to the fragrance of the time, so miss you ah.