A bowl of spicy cold noodles, sprinkled with sauce and garlic paste, tastes so spicy that the sauce splashes all over you and makes your mouth burn red. Come to a bowl of cold noodles! On a small street one day, let's have a bowl so maliciously!
I just walked into the street and saw a stall surrounded by some people in twos and threes. The crowd did not hide its original fragrance. The stall owner is a stout woman who looks thick and simple. Her face is glowing red and her skin is shiny but rough. She greeted warmly, her forehead was sweating and her hands were not idle. She skillfully dragged the noodles into the basin, ordered some peanuts, squeezed some soy sauce, sandwiched some shredded cucumber and put some cold noodles. A pair of chopsticks became flexible in her hand. She put them in a pot and stirred them, then carelessly put pepper on them. She does it quickly, but she is serious. Chopsticks began to stir, stir, stir, and even produce a kind of fragrance, which is very special, cool and mixed with pungent pepper, which makes people salivate. In this way, a bowl of ordinary cold noodles and I forged an indissoluble bond.
How wonderful it is to pick it up in large quantities, eat it in big mouthfuls, put aside all worries and distractions, and only have the rustle of cold noodles sliding into the mouth! Full and thick noodles with crispy and delicious cucumber shreds, biting down, have a cool feeling; Pink bean jelly and warm pepper make you feel as if you can breathe fire. When the two are combined, the taste is beyond description by my poor language.
On a hot summer day, come to a bowl of cold noodles, which will erase the heat from your heart; Come to a bowl of cold noodles in warm winter, it will ignite the heat in your heart.
Chapter two: My composition about food and love.
Elegant green lingers in this afternoon, and everything around is weaving dreams. I held a steaming cup of coffee in my hand and sniffed the rich fragrance greedily. Tiramisu stayed quietly in a plate embroidered with dark green ripples, so it was a little fresh. I slowly flipped through Xu Zhimo's Farewell to Cambridge, listening to its soft and eager voice. For a long time, I took a sip of coffee slightly, and the straightforward bitterness swirled in my mouth, which caught me off guard; Contained in the mouth, but delicately feel bitter with a bit of sweetness, refreshing.
As a senior "foodie", I firmly believe that I must have a deep attachment to food. I like it very much. It's good for me.
While others are deeply immersed in the "magic mouth" of Korean drama, they are crazy about "Ouba". Even when some rich women throw thousands of dollars just to meet each other, I am also under the charm of the food festival. As soon as I finished my homework, I quickly moved to the TV and skillfully pressed the food channel. I stared at the spatula dancing in the chef's hand, and under its dexterous dance, dishes of various colors and flavors were freshly baked. Watching the judges in front of the TV enjoy chewing, I can't help but leave saliva to satisfy my stomach. After reading it, I can't wait to show my skills in the kitchen and make delicious food to win praise from others. So, I also pretended to wave a shovel twice and washed and cut vegetables according to the procedure ... Although this dish was burnt or that dish was weak, my family still praised it. This kind of beautiful emotion allows you to enjoy the taste of even the food with poor taste.
In addition to being keen on food channels, I often visit various dessert shops and western restaurants. Small and exquisite desserts are displayed in glass cabinets. Tiramisu, Black Forest Cake, Matcha Mu Si, Brownies and Light Cheese are all available, which makes me overwhelmed. I often lie prone on the glass cabinet and stare at the attractive appearance: the light cake is covered with a layer of sparkling chocolate sauce, and the top layer is dotted with sweet and smooth cream. The cake maker may gently throw a bright red cherry on the cream, just like the gorgeous red lips of a graceful girl, making the cake more exquisite; Perhaps almonds are inserted into the cream in all directions, which seems messy, but it adds a touch of wildness to the quiet appearance of the cake and makes consumers want more. I often revel in their dreams and sweetness, and I want to take a big bite when I lick it; When you chew it, you can't help swallowing the whole piece; I still want to eat after swallowing the whole piece. But my pocket was empty, and I didn't leave any money. But often a cup of black tea, a piece of tiramisu and a book of poems fill and decorate me all afternoon.
Food is a gorgeous part of my simple clothes, which not only embellishes my life, but also closely connects with me and never gives up. My food love is predestined, including friendship.
Article 3: My calligraphy loves composition.
Senior one began to practice hard pen calligraphy, and senior two began to practice brush calligraphy. I remember the first brush calligraphy class. That day, I went to the calligraphy classroom on the fifth floor with my classmates in fear and trembling. When I walked into the classroom, a thick smell of ink almost knocked me down.
After class, we got Four Treasures of the Study from the teacher: pen, ink, paper and inkstone. After listening to the teacher's notes in class and the way of holding the pen, we began to practice formally.
The first is horizontal and vertical practice. I thought, isn't it easy? It's just a horizontal, simple! I picked up a pen and wrote it on paper. When I received it, I saw that it had become a little tadpole. I continued to practice, either waving away or getting too wet and broken. Seeing this, Miss Li gave me a hand-in-hand instruction and said, "You should grasp the method and strength of writing. Calligraphy is not that easy. You will learn well if you practice more. " So I held the paper in my left hand, my right arm hung in the air, my right hand hung on my wrist, and I practiced on the paper with a rough wolf pen. Soon, my right arm ached and my wrist seemed unable to turn. Sweat dripping on the paper reminds me of the story of Wang Xizhi eating ink steamed bread and Huai Su practicing calligraphy. I wiped my sweat and continued to practice. No pains, no gains. After my persistence, I can finally write beautiful calligraphy.
Now, practicing calligraphy every day has become an inseparable part of my study and life. Because of perseverance, my writing level has also improved a lot. In the future, I will continue to study hard and study calligraphy seriously, adding luster to this pearl in the long river of Chinese art.