One day, while my mother was away, I found all kinds of materials, eggs, self-raising flour, milk ... and started making cakes. First, I gently cracked the egg on the edge of the bowl and cracked the eggshell along the crack.
In the blink of an eye, the yolk slipped into the bowl like a clever little fish. Then I began to stir, adding self-raising flour and milk.
At first, self-raising flour and the egg were like enemies. Later, they mixed together and dissolved into a paste.
I will cut the tomatoes into small pieces and pour them in. I carefully poured the ingredients I had just worked so hard to make into the cake model.
After 3 to 4 minutes, there was a white smoke rising slowly. I smelled it. It smells good! I smoked so hard that I couldn't wait to suck in all the fragrance. Finally, the cake is ready.
Have a taste of "Hey, why is it tasteless"? I carefully recalled, "Oh, I forgot to put sugar!" "I said with regret. Later, I made another one.
2. Write a composition about cooking with your senses. One day happened to be the weekend. My mother was ill and didn't eat at noon. My father and I are both confused and have nothing to do. I suddenly patted my head and said, "We can cook by ourselves!" Dad also suddenly realized, and even said, "Yes, yes!" I thought of my mother cooking. I said "Let's fry potatoes" for the first time. I remember there is a book about cooking in my bookcase. I immediately ran upstairs to take it down and turned to the page of fried potatoes. I began to prepare to be a small chef.
I'll take the pork out of the refrigerator and put it in the microwave. I set the time of the microwave oven to 1 min for 30 seconds to thaw, and then I began to prepare for peeling potatoes. I'll peel them off when peeling them, or I'll cut my hand. Then use the tail corner of the kitchen knife to dig the skin that has not been peeled off.
There are small holes in the potatoes, where the skin can't be peeled, you can dig them away. Wash them with tap water, and then put some water in the basin. You can start cutting potatoes. Put three fingers of the left hand on the potato, bend forward and arch, hold the potato with two fingers, hold the kitchen knife with the right hand, carefully cut it one by one, and then take back the fingers holding the potato. Suddenly, the potato rolled "huh?" I shouted in horror, "What's the matter?" Dad asked me anxiously, what a close call! The knife almost cut my finger, so I quickly grabbed the potato again and cut it more carefully. I finally cut the potatoes with great effort, but in front of me, where are potato chips, it is obviously a pile of "potato pieces".
According to the book, I soaked the cut potatoes in water and then washed the peppers. After washing, I picked the pepper stalks. I give 1-4 to those who can't eat Chili, 7-8 to those who can, and then cut Chili. You can't touch your eyes when cutting, and you can't open your eyes too wide, otherwise your eyes will be very spicy. Wash the thawed meat, put the fat meat and lean meat into the pot in turn, then put the oil without salt, and put the oil and salt when putting the lean meat. 10 seconds later, put it in a plate, pour in the potatoes, fry them, put some water, and don't put salt before putting water, otherwise the potatoes will not be cooked easily. Turn the potatoes constantly with a spatula, and put the peppers only when there is a little water until the peppers are cooked. You're done! When I brought delicious potatoes to my mother, she smiled happily! Dad couldn't help but put a chopstick in his mouth, nodded and said, "It's really delicious", and a smile appeared on my face.
This cooking made me understand that a person can't reach for clothes and eat with his mouth open, and mom and dad can't accompany us for a lifetime! Be diligent and self-reliant! As long as you have confidence, there is nothing you can't learn and nothing you can't do.
3. Write a composition about cooking with your senses. One day happened to be the weekend. My mother was ill and didn't eat at noon. My father and I are both confused and have nothing to do. I suddenly patted my head and said, "We can cook by ourselves!" Dad also suddenly realized, and even said, "Yes, yes!"
I thought of my mother cooking. I said "Let's fry potatoes" for the first time. I remember there is a book about cooking in my bookcase. I immediately ran upstairs to take it down and turned to the page of fried potatoes. I began to prepare to be a small chef.
I'll take the pork out of the refrigerator and put it in the microwave. I set the time of the microwave oven to 1 min for 30 seconds to thaw, and then I began to prepare for peeling potatoes. I'll peel them off when peeling them, or I'll cut my hand. Then use the tail corner of the kitchen knife to dig the skin that has not been peeled off. There are small holes in the potatoes, where the skin can't be peeled, you can dig them away. Wash them with tap water, and then put some water in the basin. You can start cutting potatoes. Put three fingers of the left hand on the potato, bend forward and arch, hold the potato with two fingers, hold the kitchen knife with the right hand, carefully cut it one by one, and then take back the fingers holding the potato. Suddenly, the potato rolled "huh?" I shouted in horror, "What's the matter?" Dad asked me anxiously, what a close call! The knife almost cut my finger, so I quickly grabbed the potato again and cut it more carefully. I finally cut the potatoes with great effort, but in front of me, where are potato chips, it is obviously a pile of "potato pieces". According to the book, I soaked the cut potatoes in water and then washed the peppers. After washing, I picked the pepper stalks. I give 1-4 to those who can't eat Chili, 7-8 to those who can, and then cut Chili. You can't touch your eyes when cutting, and you can't open your eyes too wide, otherwise your eyes will be very spicy. Wash the thawed meat, put the fat meat and lean meat into the pot in turn, then put the oil without salt, and put the oil and salt when putting the lean meat. 10 seconds later, put it in a plate, pour in the potatoes, fry them, put some water, and don't put salt before putting water, otherwise the potatoes will not be cooked easily. Turn the potatoes constantly with a spatula, and put the peppers only when there is a little water until the peppers are cooked. You're done!
When I brought delicious potatoes to my mother, she smiled happily! Dad couldn't help but put a chopstick in his mouth, nodded and said, "It's really delicious", and a smile appeared on my face.
This cooking made me understand that a person can't reach for clothes and eat with his mouth open, and mom and dad can't accompany us for a lifetime! Be diligent and self-reliant! As long as you have confidence, there is nothing you can't learn and do!
4. Describe the composition of dandelion 300 with various senses, that is, flying dandelion.
Touched by the breeze, the young trees in the distance are jumping wildly, as if they were children scratched by others, jumping happily. Suddenly, in my hazy vision, I saw a dandelion dragging far away. The fluffy top opens like a perfect umbrella, trying to float higher and higher. Somehow, it revealed my long memory. ...
When I was young, I liked lying on the grass and looking up at the sky. At that moment of freedom, I often saw what my parents did to me: reaching for clothes and asking for food. Never worry about life, never ask about the hardships of life. This kind of life often gives me the capital to be proud in front of my classmates: anyway, my mother bought me Xtep clothes. You envy me! And whenever I look at those students who study hard, I always hint to myself: Nothing, my future is paved by my parents, so why should I worry about my future and make myself miserable? Until dandelion appeared, all this changed.
It was a Saturday night, and my mother took me for a walk in the suburbs. We walked alone on the small road in our hometown, and the flowers and plants on the roadside could not help but be moved by this scene and danced. In a serene and quiet environment, we let the breeze caress our faces and let the golden sunshine spread all over our bodies. Suddenly, a little golden ball floated towards us. Looking intently, it turned out to be a Portuguese male eagle.
"Wow, how beautiful!" I couldn't help screaming.
5. Spring Rain's 300-word composition (with sensory description and verb description) [Spring Rain's 300-word composition] The thin rain seems to understand the time, whenever spring comes.
When it comes, the spring rain will come to the world neatly one by one, writing 300 words.
Whenever the spring rain comes to night with the night wind. Ah! I just
It's so light to think of him raising life in the wild.
There is no sound. I think of the composition "Spring Rain Composition 300 Words" in the second grade of primary school, and I seem to see He Miao.
Enjoy the kindness of the spring rain.
Teacher Yu's dexterous hand depicts the scenery in spring.
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Maybe the sky is not clear in some field paths.
There are still dark clouds floating around, and occasionally some ships can be seen.
It may be too dark to see clearly, from fishing boats to passenger ships and merchant ships.
Single lamp, multiple lamps together, really like fireflies.
After the rain, I saw flowers smiling and spring flowers blooming.
Like that beautiful smiling face. Flowers have accumulated rain and water all night, and put
They bowed their heads as if thanking the spring rain.
Sister Yu,
Smile, flowers smile, Jinguancheng smiles, my friend.
Quick, quick, pick up your brush, draw the flowers and make them smaller.
Rowing! Draw the golden gate city!
6. The composition of each feeling often gives people a dry sense of emptiness. So the teacher asked them to read more books and practice more, but these two points are not easy to do. Pupils have the nature that children should have, and their minds are difficult for adults to understand. In addition to reading and writing training, teachers should also teach children to use some writing skills to increase the observability of compositions on the basis of existing knowledge. This can increase children's interest in writing and reduce the pain in the writing process. Ordinary people have five ways of feeling: seeing, hearing, smelling, touching and smelling. Students will write with these five feelings, which will have better results. Most primary school compositions are propositional compositions, which are nothing more than three categories: taking notes, writing people and writing landscapes. Take the composition Autumn Tour as an example. Pupils like to play, like new things, and like things that are rarely seen at ordinary times. Seeing with your eyes, listening with your ears, smelling with your nose, and picking with your hands will certainly make you feel flattered. The teacher only needs to teach them to arrange the composition structure. The composition begins with vision: look at the sky, the autumn is crisp, the sun is warm and bright, the sky is blue, some clouds are fluttering, some are like ... and then use hearing: listen to the wind in the wild, listen to the sound of the wind blowing through the Woods, and listen to the leaves blown by the wind. Listen to the sound of little feet stepping on hay and fallen leaves, listen to everyone's laughter ... Then touch: the autumn wind is refreshing, hair and clothes are fluttering, pick up a fallen leaf, touch the veins on it, gently brush the rough trunk, find a meadow to sit down for a picnic, and feel the warmth and sureness brought by the sun and the earth ... There is not much sense of smell and taste in the text, and the timing of appearance is also very free. Look at the weather You can smell the fragrance of wild flowers on the grass. When you walk in the forest covered with fallen leaves, you can vaguely smell the fragrance of the soil. When you sit on the grass and eat, delicious food will definitely tempt your nose deeply and satisfy your taste. Senses are also very useful in taking notes and writing articles. "Listening to people, watching people walk, saying their own words and thinking about their own affairs" all need to mobilize the five senses of young authors. Documentary articles should use vision and hearing. Eyes should witness the development of things, ears should record other people's words, and psychological activities should be described, so the composition will not be too stiff. Writers should pay attention to the details, and observe the details themselves. See with your eyes, listen with your ears, feel with your heart, and think about what kind of person this is. To sum up, not every article should use all the five senses. The order in which the five senses appear is not fixed, and the senses can be real or illusory (psychological works produced by brain processing, such as smelling the fragrance of sunshine with the nose). Teaching pupils to write with their senses will reduce their resistance. One more skill, one more wonderful.
7. Multi-sensory description of the 300-word biting cold wind in winter erased the joy of people's harvest, and the heavy snow covered up all the noise and sunny mood.
In the cold wind, the topic of "hate winter" spread all over the city with the wind as the carrier, and also reached my ears in winter. But winter is not sad, she is still so calm and natural. She knows that as time goes by, her children-spring-will go home soon. Winter in the story is like a behind-the-scenes worker in real life, or a person who plays a "villain" on the stage. They are willing to suffer. As long as the performance goes well, they will think that sweat is dew; No matter how the director demonizes the negative characters, he thinks it is his responsibility to successfully contrast the positive characters.
After the scenery, people often remember which actor performed well on the stage, but who can tell the master plan of the party; At the end of the film, people talk about the touching scene of the hero saving the United States, but who cares how many times the "bad guy" gets hurt because of filming "being beaten" It's true, the focus of the party is the performance of real stars, and the selling point of the movie is really the hero's character. After watching and laughing, don't forget to bring the cast behind the scenes. Only in this way, those "winters" will be very moved.
If winter comes, can spring be far behind? The philosophy contained in simple words has inspired generation after generation, but I always feel that this is a bit unfair to winter, giving people the feeling that they are advising you: stay up for another two days! Think of the flowers in spring, this damn winter is not so hard! But do you know that there is no heavy snow to protect the land? The biting cold wind mercilessly blew away the joy of people's harvest, and the heavy snow covered all the noise and sunny mood at the same time.
In the cold wind, the topic of "hate winter" spread all over the city with the wind as the carrier, and also reached my ears in winter. But winter is not sad, she is still so calm and natural. She knows that as time goes by, her children will go home soon in spring. Winter in the story is like a behind-the-scenes worker in real life, or a person who plays a "villain" on the stage. They are willing to suffer. As long as the performance goes well, they will think that sweat is dew; No matter how the director demonizes the negative characters, he thinks it is his responsibility to successfully contrast the positive characters.
After the scenery, people often remember which actor performed well on the stage, but who can tell the master plan of the party; At the end of the film, people talked about the touching scene of the hero saving the United States, but who would care that the "bad guy" was injured several times because of filming "Beaten"? It is true that the focus of the party is the performance of real stars, and the selling point of the film is really the hero's character. After watching and laughing, don't forget to bring a little behind-the-scenes team. Only in this way, those "winters" will be very moved.
If winter comes, can spring be far behind? The philosophy contained in simple words has inspired generation after generation, but I always feel that this is a bit unfair to winter, giving people the feeling that they are advising you: stay up for another two days! Think of the flowers in spring, this damn winter is not so hard! But do you know that sowing in spring will be smooth without heavy snow? If there is no ice in winter, will the soil be wet in spring? Without the tempering of severe winter, will the footsteps of Miss Chun be so healthy and firm? It is true that winter is the mother of spring. Therefore, I want to pirate an old man Shelley's sentence: Without the arrival of winter, there will be no beautiful approach of spring.
Winter is a great mother. Spring is gorgeous, summer is passionate and autumn is full. Most people want to be as pure, sunny and steady as they are.
But I like winter, not that I pretend to be different, not that I pretend to have personality. I really love the coolness, selflessness and tolerance in winter. From my personality orientation, I will probably be a behind-the-scenes person in the future, and I like it as much as I like winter.
I will try my best, although I am not beautiful; I will work hard, although I am not dazzling. Because I think it is more attractive to be a "winter".