In life, work and study, everyone has written compositions, and they must be familiar with various types of compositions. Composition is a narrative method that expresses the meaning of a theme through words. So how is a general composition written? Below is the roasted sweet potato composition I compiled, for reference only, I hope it can help everyone. Roasted Sweet Potato Composition 1
Winter is approaching, and the temperature dropped suddenly on a rainy night.
In the cold and bleak winter months, my favorite food is roasted sweet potatoes.
When I was a child, when I passed by the old man selling sweet potatoes, I always felt the fragrant and sweet smell of roasted sweet potatoes surrounding me, so I begged my mother to buy them for me. Then I stood on tiptoes and looked at the old man's big chapped hands covered with tape. He picked this one up, pinched that one, picked out one, weighed it, and put it in a plastic bag and handed it to me. I was always very surprised at that time. Why are old people’s hands not afraid of getting hot?
After getting it, the sweet potato started tossing and dancing between his hands - because it was too hot, but even so, he couldn't resist its temptation. He couldn't wait to peel it while blowing on it. The layer of red bark, which was like weathered bark, and the golden flesh appeared in front of you without any concealment. Waves of heat rose up, and white and transparent flowers blossomed in the air. Before peeling it off, I took a bite, and the glutinous sweet potato entered my mouth. At this time, I didn't care about burning it. A sweet taste came out of the sweet potato along with the heat, filling my entire mouth. After swallowing, there was still a warm breath in my mouth, and my throat felt sticky and sweet. Then, like a whirlwind, a whole roasted sweet potato is swept away, and sometimes even the skin of the sweet potato is not left.
Thinking about it now, those are really wonderful memories. The sweet and warm mood of roasted sweet potatoes has accompanied me through cold winters one after another. What is waiting for me ahead is the unchanging bond with roasted sweet potatoes and warmth. Roasted Sweet Potato Composition 2
Due to the epidemic this Spring Festival, I can only stay at home every day, and I am bored every day. One day I saw my neighbor roasting sweet potatoes in the field, so I clamored for my dad to take me to roast sweet potatoes too, and my dad agreed.
The weather was fine and sunny the next day. My father took me to get tools and sweet potatoes from home and went straight to the rice fields. Wow, there are people here in twos and threes, some are roasting sweet potatoes, some are walking on the edge of the fields, and there are many reeds around. It is really a perfect holy place for roasting sweet potatoes! Without further ado, my father and I immediately began to divide the work and cooperate. My father’s task was to build the stove, and my task was to find firewood around. After I found the firewood, my father also set up the stove. He put the firewood in and started a fire, and then put the sweet potatoes in. The fire became more and more prosperous. I waited quietly on the edge. After a long time, the sweet potatoes gradually began to smell fragrant and changed color, which made my mouth water and even attracted the people around me.
My eyes were fixed on the roasted sweet potato. After a while, my father said: "It's baked!" I couldn't wait to take a sweet potato. "Ah! It's so hot!" Dad said that I "can't eat hot tofu in a hurry." I had to wait for the sweet potatoes to cool down for a while, then peeled them open to reveal the golden flesh. I took a bite, it was fragrant, sweet and delicious! I thought happily that the ones I baked would taste better. I also gave the remaining few to the people next to me. They ate with gusto and praised us for our good roasting. I was so happy!
It turns out that roasted sweet potatoes are so interesting! This was my first time eating homemade sweet potatoes, and I will always remember this unforgettable taste. I want to take my friends to try it together next time! Roasted Sweet Potato Composition 3
On Saturday, I went to my grandma’s house to play, and found that she was growing sweet potatoes. I came up with a plan to dig out the sweet potatoes and roast them.
I brought a hoe, pulled out the sweet potato vines, and carefully dug up the soil. Each large and small sweet potato looked like a shy girl with a red face. I was so happy that I quickly took five small sweet potatoes and washed them. He also built a small stove and picked up some dead branches and dry firewood around. Everything was ready, all he needed was fire.
Then, I lit a fire and blew hard, and with a roar, all the dead branches burned up. It was so prosperous! I hurriedly stuffed the thicker branches, and then placed the washed sweet potatoes on the iron rack. The fire burned more and more fiercely. After a while, the red face on the iron frame turned into a black face, and an alluring aroma emitted. I couldn't wait. I couldn't help licking my lips with my tongue. I stared at the fire intently. I swallowed my saliva and said to my mother: "The sweet potatoes are so fragrant!" My mother said: "It's not ripe yet. You have to wait a little longer to eat it." It smells so good when you wake up!" So I went to collect firewood and add more firewood, and I was very busy! "The sweet potatoes should be ripe!" As soon as my mother finished speaking, I couldn't wait to get the sweet potatoes. They were so hot! Holding a sweet potato is like holding a hedgehog. You keep turning it over and over in your hands, puffing up your cheeks and blowing air, pushing aside the thick layer of black skin, and nibbling the "yellow meat" when you find it. It was stuffed bulgingly, "It smells so good!"
Mom looked at my greedy mouth and looked at my smoked cat face, and couldn't help but laugh, and I laughed too. . Roasted Sweet Potato Composition 4
Whenever I am out of school, I always hear a familiar and honest hawking voice: "Sweet potatoes are on sale, fragrant and sweet, pure and natural roasted sweet potatoes! Come and see. Come on." Buy!” Thinking about the sweet taste, I can’t help but think of what happened at my grandpa’s house.
During the Spring Festival of that year, as usual, we had to go back to our hometown to reunite with our grandparents. This was the happiest time for us children. We went into the bamboo forest to play hide-and-seek and play house. We were all happy. Awesome! Suddenly, Xiaojun saw a pile of sweet potatoes piled in the corner of his grandfather's house, and an idea was born. We first pulled a few handfuls of firewood from the firewood pile, and then quietly took away a few sweet potatoes. Xiao Ming lit the firewood, and the fire burned brightly. Xiaojun and I continued to steal firewood, and Xiao Ming kept lighting the fire. Then, he neatly buried the sweet potatoes one by one into the fire. After a while, the sweet potato smell came out, and several little heads were put together, cheering and jumping for joy... Then, the skilled Xiao Ming dug out the sweet potatoes one by one, pressed them with a wooden stick, pinched them with his hands, and Smell it with your nose, and you will feel like a "connoisseur" in every move. After a while of inspection, we couldn't wait to beat the ashes and tear off the skin, and ate it with big mouthfuls. All of a sudden, we finished the hot sweet potatoes. When we looked up at each other, we all had big faces. At this moment, all the guests at home came out. When they saw a few of us, they all burst into laughter. My aunt, who loves to take pictures, took a photo of all our ugly behavior with a click, and it is still hanging in the living room of grandma’s house...
The childhood stories are so interesting and endlessly memorable! Roasted Sweet Potato Composition 5
In the process of growing up, we have reaped the joy of success, but also experienced setbacks and troubles. We are growing, happy, and gaining. Whether you are happy or sad, the experience of growing up is unforgettable. They are deeply imprinted in my memory.
When I was a kid, I loved roasted sweet potatoes the most. I love its fragrance, its taste, and its color.
In winter, we have the most sweet potatoes at home. My favorite thing is to secretly take two and throw them into the fire, then hide away in a hurry, for fear that grandma will find out. Because grandma forbids me to eat, saying that I will get angry after eating too much. However, I couldn't resist the aroma of sweet potatoes after all, and my saliva already flowed "three thousand feet down" after smelling it. "It tastes so good!" I kept praising it as I ate it.
After saying that, I took another big sweet potato and threw it into the ashes. After a while, I lost my temper and picked the sweet potatoes out of the ashes. Before the ashes were completely cleaned, I peeled off the outer layer of skin and started eating. But in the end, it was always because of my greed (choosing larger sweet potatoes) that the sweet potatoes were "half-cooked" (that is, not yet fully cooked).
Every time I finish eating sweet potatoes, there is always a black mark on my mouth, which makes my sister laugh. I can’t help but laugh after looking in the mirror.
I spent this moment in this short but joyful laughter - this moment that I will never forget. Roasted sweet potatoes composition 6
Today, we went to roast sweet potatoes in the open space behind an uncle’s house in Tai Mo Shan.
We first dug a hole in the open space with a hoe, and then built a small house around the hole with soil blocks. Building a house is not an easy task. The soil blocks are irregular and it is not easy to pile them up. After being piled for a long time, the house was getting higher and higher, but it couldn't be closed, so I had no choice but to remove the soil blocks on top and pile them again. My mother said that when the soil clods are piled to half the height, they should slowly tilt inward so that they will not pile up straight up. After listening to our mother's words, we gently put the soil clods inside, but after a while, the house collapsed. It turned out that we were too eager for success and collected it too quickly. Alas, I have to do it all over again. This time we learned the lessons from the previous times and carefully piled up the pieces of soil. When we were about to reach the top, we all held our breath and placed each piece of soil gently, for fear that if we were not careful, it would happen again. All previous efforts were wasted. Finally, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The house was piled up and it was done.
Next, we put the lit firewood into the small earth house and burned it continuously. When the earth was burned red and hot, we put the sweet potatoes into the small earth house. Then the small house is knocked down, the soil is broken up with hoes and bricks, and finally the outside is covered with a thick layer of soil.
An hour later, we dug up the soil with a small shovel, and slowly, sweet potatoes emerged one by one. A scent of fragrance comes to your nose. Peel the sweet potato skin and you will find that the inside is golden yellow and tastes fragrant and sweet. It tastes great! I think if I bake sweet potatoes again in the future, I will definitely participate. Roasted sweet potato composition 7
During the Chinese New Year, everyone will prepare many delicious things, but I think the most delicious thing is roasted sweet potato. Why is this? Let me tell you slowly!
On the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, my parents took me to my grandpa’s house to celebrate the New Year. My grandpa’s house lived in the mountains. Cooking there did not use natural gas but firewood. Every time I go to my grandpa's house, the first thing I want to do is help light the fire. As long as you put firewood into the stove, the red flames will go straight up, making it warm and interesting to sit next to. When summer comes, I break off a few bags of corn and put them in the kitchen. Within a few minutes, the corn is ripe and delicious. Alas, it's winter now! Just when I was feeling regretful, my grandma seemed to read my thoughts and suggested that I bake a sweet potato. I was so happy that I just did it. I chose a few small sweet potatoes, thinking that small sweet potatoes would be easier to roast, so I put the sweet potatoes into the stove and carefully covered them with hot coals. I just sat there waiting and waiting, and kept asking my grandma if the sweet potatoes were ripe, which made the adults laugh at me.
I don’t know how long it took, but the sweet potatoes were finally ripe. Grandma took out the sweet potatoes one by one from the kitchen. I was a little hesitant when I looked at these dark sweet potatoes, not sure whether I should eat them or not. My mother helped me peel the sweet potato skin, and a good smell came to my nostrils. I couldn't help but swallow my saliva, and couldn't wait to put the sweet potato into my mouth. Wow, so sweet! It smells so good! I ate all the sweet potatoes! Looking at my gobbling look, the adults laughed.
Do you also want to try the taste of roasted sweet potatoes? Come to grandpa’s house with me next time! Roasted sweet potato composition 8
Children must have eaten roasted sweet potatoes, right? But, have you ever baked it at home? This weekend, I actually baked sweet potatoes at home.
On Saturday, the weather was a bit cold. I saw my grandpa cooking on the earthen stove, so I moved a small bench to keep warm by the fire. I happened to see a pile of sweet potatoes next to the earthen stove, and I thought of roasting sweet potatoes. I picked up a medium-sized sweet potato and put it into the "blazing fire" of the earthen stove. I sat by the stove and waited for a long time. The fire finally went out. I couldn't wait to take out the sweet potatoes from the fire. But it was already burnt and couldn't be eaten. I had no choice but to throw the sweet potato away and sit aside dejectedly.
At this time, grandpa saw it and came over and said: "Roasted sweet potatoes cannot be roasted over an open fire. They must be simmered with embers of the fire, so that the roasted sweet potatoes will be fragrant and delicious." I listened. Grandpa wanted to try it again, so he picked up a sweet potato and buried it in the ashes of the earth stove. I waited nearby and kept asking grandpa when I could take it out.
Grandpa laughed and said, "You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. You must bake sweet potatoes at the right time, so that the sweet potatoes are delicious." After listening to grandpa's words, I had to hold back my saliva and wait quietly. After a while, I just heard grandpa say: "Okay, okay!" I quickly opened up the ashes and took out the sweet potatoes. Grandpa carefully peeled off the black skin, and the golden flesh was exposed. I took a deep breath, and it was fragrant. Grandpa said it was called "charred on the outside and tender on the inside." I quickly took a bite. It was so fragrant and sweet that I almost burned my tongue off. Grandpa called me a "little greedy cat".
I didn’t expect that there is so much knowledge involved in roasting sweet potatoes. I feel so happy when I eat the sweet potatoes I roasted myself. Roasted Sweet Potato Composition 9
Today, we played at grandma’s house. Suddenly, I found a pile of sweet potatoes at my grandma's house. So, an idea popped into my mind - let's bake sweet potatoes!
I picked out three plump sweet potatoes from under the attic, took them to the bathroom, put them in the sink, and rinsed them with water several times. When the light purple skin on the outside is almost gone, it must be clean. So, it’s time to take the next step, haha ??- "Wrapping the mummy". Why do you say that! Because before roasting the sweet potato, wrap it with paper towels to absorb the water on the outside of the sweet potato.
Finally started baking, I couldn’t wait. I inserted three pieces of sweet potato horizontally on the iron fork, lit a fire underneath, and started roasting. The inside suddenly lit up, the fork started spinning, and the three little guys were laughing on the fork. Just hearing a "pop", I don't know which guy burst into laughter, and there was a splash of sweet potato foam. As time goes on, the fragrance of sweet potatoes gradually floats out of the fork, making people want to eat it. After about three or four minutes, I saw the sweet potatoes turning red, and bursts of aroma filled my nostrils. It's a pity that it can't be eaten yet. I have to change the sweet potato to another side, then turn the sweet potato over and bake it for a few minutes.
After eight minutes of "simmering", the fragrant and hot sweet potatoes are freshly baked!
Although the sweet potato was still very hot to the touch, I couldn’t restrain my eagerness to eat the sweet potato. Ignoring the burning, I peeled off the skin and immediately stuffed it into my mouth, “Ah! It’s so hot, it’s so hot! "As he said that, he blew the sweet potato with his mouth and started eating.
Roasted sweet potatoes are so delicious! Roasted Sweet Potatoes Composition 10
On Sunday, my father brought back a bag of sweet potatoes from my grandfather’s house, and I clamored for my mother to cook them for me. My mother said, "Sweet potatoes should be roasted in a big pot, so that they are fragrant and delicious."
There is no earthen stove at home, so my mother and I decided to build a stove at the door and bake it outside. Mom makes the stove and I wash the sweet potatoes. I picked out a few sweet potatoes that were even and spotless in the bag. I washed it in the water again and again. Then I put the washed sweet potatoes whole in the pot and waited for my mother to set up the stove and start roasting. My mother made a large circle with some small stones, which were just big enough to fit in the bottom of the pot.
I lit the fire and started roasting. My mother told me that the fire should be strong and no water should be added to the pot. Wait until one side of the sweet potato is browned, then turn it over and bake the other side. Wait until the whole sweet potato is browned, then add water to boil. , wait until the water is boiled dry, simmer for a while, the fire is gone, and it is ready to eat. "
After my mother finished speaking, she stood on the side and watched me roasting. At first, the fire was very strong, and I only focused on the sweet potatoes. I kept lifting the lid and turning them over. "Ah, the fire is gone. Hurry up and add more firewood." "I quickly put on the firewood and kept fanning with cardboard. The smoke made me unable to open my eyes and tears flowed out. I touched my face a few times with my hands, closed my eyes and fanned, and it caught fire. At this time, the sweet potatoes also made bursts of smoke. When the smell came out, I quickly put in the prepared water and closed the lid. About fifteen minutes later, the pot made a "squeaking" sound, and my mother came over and said, "Sweet potatoes, it's ready. No need to burn it. How did you change it?" He has become a little cat. Go wash your face. "I must have accidentally got ashes on my face when I fanned the fire just now, I thought to myself.
When I finished washing my face and came out, my mother said: "You can eat it.
"Opening the pot, the aroma was fragrant. Each sweet potato had changed its appearance, its skin had turned yellow, and its shell had peeled off. I took one and ate the fruits of my labor. I was so happy! Roasted Sweet Potato Composition 11
In winter, the cold eroded my body, but my soul was warmed by the steaming roasted sweet potatoes.
It was a cold winter, and I was giving food to my father. I was learning to paint in the painting class I enrolled in. I was halfway through painting when the north wind blew harder and harder. When school was about to end, the weather quickly turned gloomy. The poplars were singing in the strong wind, and the students were excited and slightly frightened. Sitting in the classroom, I could no longer draw, and I just thought to myself: "How can I go home? "The teacher walked out of the classroom, choked a few mouthfuls of northwest wind, looked at the dark clouds in the sky, then returned to the classroom and said: "School is over now! "After a while, all the classmates left. I was left packing my things. I thought: there will be a snowstorm before I get home halfway.
I suddenly became anxious. I didn't know what to do for a moment. I stood nervously. Finally, I rushed out of the classroom. When I was about halfway, I saw a figure, a very familiar figure. Yes, that figure was me. Grandma. I yelled and ran over. Grandma was also very happy to see me. He slowly took out a steaming roasted sweet potato from his arms and said, "Are you hungry?" This is baked by grandma herself, much better than those outside. "I nodded excitedly, with a few tears already flashing across my face.
Grandma handed the roasted sweet potato to me and motioned for me to take it. I seemed to be holding an extremely precious treasure. , took it carefully, and suddenly, a warm current flowed from the palm of my hand to my whole body. The cold all day was just as warm as spring, and I felt like it was snowing heavily. No. I slowly peeled the roasted sweet potato in my hand, revealing the golden and attractive flesh. I gave half of it to my grandma, but she said she had already eaten it.
That roasted sweet potato is soft and sweet, and it warms my heart and grandma’s. Roasted sweet potato composition 12
“Sweet potatoes, sweet potatoes, roasted sweet potatoes, ceramic tiles, tiles, haystacks, everything. Get ready..." I made up this song myself. As soon as I sang this song, it reminded me of the fun story of roasting sweet potatoes in my childhood.
It was during the Chinese New Year, and I was making a fuss with my brother. We went to the fish pond together, and my father agreed. When we arrived at the fish pond, it happened to be time for dinner, but many adults still refused to eat. When the food came, they always refused. My brother was so happy that he formed a roasted sweet potato team and called out. Team Red.
Now we are about to start. Some of us are picking up tiles, some are picking up twigs... I am going to pick up the sweet potatoes in the bag in the corner! Hey, hey, I fished out a beautiful sweet potato. Hey, what was my brother doing? I walked over to see what was going on. He just waved his hands and said nothing. It turned out that he was setting up the stove. Walking away, my brother yelled, it turned out that the tile pricked his hand! Fortunately, there was no blood. Oh, why did I have an ominous feeling? Oh, it turned out that I was trapped in a pile of grass! I was too young, and it was night again. My sister piled dead branches and grass on me without seeing it clearly, and I almost couldn't breathe. Then we started roasting sweet potatoes, and everyone was very happy. Jumping around on the stove we built, burning a hole in our clothes.
It was almost time to eat, and everyone was talking and laughing in twos and threes. Only the fishing boat gradually became quiet, bathed in the soft moonlight. While singing "Sweet potatoes, sweet potatoes, roasted sweet potatoes, tiles, tiles, haystacks, be ready..." I walked to the dining table and started a sumptuous dinner. This is really a wonderful memory of my childhood. Composition 13 of roasted sweet potatoes! /p>
"Selling sweet potatoes, delicious sweet potatoes! "
On Saturday, when my mother and I came home from the park, such a sound came into my ears.
I heard the sound and went away, only to see a man in his forties or fifties. The 20-year-old uncle was pushing baked sweet potatoes for sale.
I was overjoyed: I haven’t eaten roasted sweet potatoes for a long time! Although my mother baked it for me several times at home, the baked sweet potatoes were dry, hard, and not delicious at all. I couldn't wait to call my mother and asked her if she could buy me one. She readily bought two. I held the hot sweet potatoes in my hands and felt very happy.
The roasted sweet potatoes smell like potato chips, which wakes up the glutton in my stomach. I quickly peeled off the dark, sticky, and gray skin of the sweet potato, opened my mouth wide and took a bite of the golden, fragrant sweet potato, "Yeah, it's delicious." I said to my mother while eating. My mother also ate it and said earnestly: "Sweet potatoes are the most nutritious. We all ate sweet potatoes when we were children." I took another bite and tasted it slowly. The sticky sweet potatoes were extremely sweet, no less than candy. sweet.
When there was half of the sweet potato left, I slowed down my eating speed and focused on the delicious sweet potato flesh. It is tender on the outside and tender on the inside, which is the first bite; sweet but not greasy, it is the second bite, and it is rich and mellow, it is the third bite. How can those yellow and red sweet potatoes not make people salivate?
"Ugh", I swallowed the last bite of sweet potato with satisfaction. After eating a warm sweet potato, my whole body felt warm. Under the orange sunset, that delicious roasted sweet potato stayed in my heart. Roasted Sweet Potato Composition 14
It’s the New Year, it’s the New Year, and the Spring Festival we’ve been longing for has finally arrived. Our favorite thing to do during the Chinese New Year is not to set off firecrackers or eat "yangmei", but to roast sweet potatoes.
This year, as soon as my brother and I arrived at my grandma’s house and got out of the car, my cousins ??led me with a large bunch of sweet potatoes, hoes, and big wooden sticks with thick wrists. I went up the mountain with my brother to harvest sweet potatoes.
We came to the top of the mountain and dug a hole the size of a basin, put bricks on the edge, and used sticks to put a large bunch of sweet potatoes on a shelf made of big wooden sticks. We looked around for hay and firewood, and piled them up next to the fire. The two sisters put the wood we brought into the fire little by little. My brother and I hurriedly turned the sweet potatoes. The color of the sweet potatoes changed from red to black. Look, I was anxious and asked my sister quickly: "Did the sweet potatoes burnt?" My sister laughed and didn't answer, so I had to continue to bake them. After a while, a burst of aroma came to my nose. My cousin quickly lifted the sweet potatoes with his hands and the sweet potatoes became soft. My cousin said: "It's ripe!" So I touched the sweet potatoes with my hands, not wanting to get my hands burned. Suddenly, I found that the stick we held turned into a red pillar, and the sweet potato suddenly fell down and fell into the fire. Everyone scrambled to rescue the sweet potatoes from the fire. We were juggling, throwing the sweet potatoes into the air and blowing our hands, and finally managed to transport the sweet potatoes back home.
We pinched open the sweet potatoes. The red sweet potatoes were very fragrant. When we took a bite, they were crispy, sweet, fragrant and delicious.
The aroma of sweet potatoes floated in the house, and the family's happy laughter wafted through it. Roasted Sweet Potatoes Composition 15
This winter vacation, I spent a happy time at my grandma’s house in the countryside. The most interesting thing was roasting sweet potatoes with my cousin Li Keyu.
Although the weather was very cold that day, the sun was shining brightly. My brother and I were playing with fire cannons and suddenly felt very hungry. We ran to ask our mother if she had anything to eat, and she said no. Now we felt even hungrier. Then my cousin suddenly came up with a solution to his hunger - roasted sweet potatoes.
Just do it, because the adults don’t let us play with fire, so we have only one way, to do it secretly without telling the adults. We first secretly took four sweet potatoes at home, and secretly took a few bundles of straw from the balcony. Then we hid behind an iron gate next to the house and built a simple stove with bricks in the corner of the brick wall. When everything was ready, a fire started. Because there is not enough straw, we have to keep stealing straw. On the one hand, we were afraid that adults would scold us if they saw it, and on the other hand, we were afraid that the fire would go out, so we were very nervous. To be on the safe side, we also prepared a secret code, which is: "Sweet potato grilled chicken wings." Only when you hear this sentence can you open the door.
After working in such a tense state for half an hour, the sweet potatoes were finally roasted.
We took out our respective sweet potatoes and peeled off the skin. The smell of barbecue immediately hit our nostrils. We took a bite and it was so delicious!
Roasted sweet potatoes bring us endless fun!