My father is always calm and relaxed about everything. And I have always admired my father silently in my heart and often boasted about my father to other children. My father's arms are very strong. Whenever he carries me on his back, I always put my cheek on his back, feeling the warmth of my father's body temperature and the feeling of happiness spreading in my heart. At that time, I still loved to curl up on my father's coat. The smell of tobacco on my coat is my deepest childhood memory.
Slowly, I grew up. My father is still wearing a dark black coat or faded work clothes. There is always a sense of loss in my heart, but I have never complained about my father. Every time my father sent me to school, before I got to the school gate, I quickly grabbed my schoolbag, left a sentence "Goodbye, Dad" and hurried away. I know my father must have sensed my abnormality, but he never mentioned it. I still love my father even though I have a trace of dissatisfaction with him. Whenever he rides with me, when I sit in the back seat of the bike, I hug his waist. I smelled a vicissitudes of life in him, so deep that he accompanied me through primary school.
In a blink of an eye, I have bid farewell to primary school life and entered junior high school. Heavy study tasks have filled my whole life, and I have less and less contact with my father. He stopped sending me to school, helping me with my schoolbag and holding my hand across busy streets. Father's wrinkles are more and more, his temples are gray, and his bloodshot eyes are full of fatigue. I've always wanted to care about him, but I don't know how to say it, because I saw his sincere smile, and his smile conveyed the message to me: I'm fine, it doesn't matter. My father and I are getting more and more estranged. One day, I suddenly remembered the scene of going to the market with my father, so I asked my father to take me to buy food. I cried when I saw my father still open his big hand as when I was a child. I quickly took my father's hand, and he was very happy. He hugged me tightly all the way, and his face was full of excited smiles. Looking at his smile, I feel guilty. I have been snubbing my father for years, but my father's love for me has never changed. I buried my head deeply in my father's chest, and at that moment, I smelled a sacred smell. This smell is full of love, including the vicissitudes of the world, including the helplessness of people in middle age, and the smell of tobacco that has just begun to mature. Such a great father, such a familiar smell, witnessed the accumulation of years. ...
After a long time, dad's special smell is his incarnation. Dad is old, and I cherish that smell more. It brought me unforgettable memories.
Hope to adopt
2. Please write a short article about the writer's taste with the topic "What's the smell".
The taste of home is the taste of happiness, love and happiness ... I have lived in my home for nine years and it is full of unforgettable flavors. Until now, I still like the strong smell of home.
It was a cold winter, and I suddenly had a fever in the middle of the night, 39 degrees and 8 degrees. Father was in a hurry. Before he could put on more clothes, he casually put on his coat and trousers and went to the hospital behind my back and mother's back. It's very cold in winter, and my home is still a long way from where I take the bus. This short distance still makes me feel particularly far, because the cold wind makes me shiver. And dad was dressed so thinly, but he didn't say he was cold. My mother next to me was anxious, too. She always comforted me and said, "Hao Hao, don't be afraid. We'll be at the hospital soon." My mother took off a coat and put it on me for fear that I was cold. My eyes are moist. Although my body is cold, my heart is hot. I think I must be kind to my parents when I grow up to repay their love for me over the years! After a while, we arrived at the hospital, my mother was watching me, and my father was running around, registering, paying fees and taking medicine. They didn't fall asleep in the chair until I was lying in the hospital bed, transfused with fluids and the fever was almost gone.
The smell of home has always permeated my home. I'm used to the smell and learned to spread it.
One day, my mother sat in front of the computer typing an article for me and fell asleep unconsciously. Then I remembered my mother's kindness and concern for me at ordinary times. While I was sleeping, my mother tucked me in. My mother cares about me, and I should care about her! So, I quickly took the quilt off the bed and covered it on my mother. I seem to be a "mother", and I feel very comfortable giving my "son" some love and care! After a while, my mother woke up and excitedly said to me, "Thank you, my good son!" " "I looked at my mother, and my mother looked at me. We all laughed, because we all smelled home, sweet and fragrant like sugar.
In my memory, my home is always full of warm and sweet taste, which makes me grow up healthily and happily. ...
I like the smell of my father. The faint smell of tobacco made me smell a mature smell. The taste of childhood is always too much, but the unique masculinity of my father makes me unforgettable. The smell of security has been growing with me.
My father is always calm and relaxed about everything. I always admire my father silently in my heart and often boast about my father to other children. My father's arms are very strong. Whenever he carries me on his back, I always put my cheek on his back and feel the warmth of my father's body temperature, and the feeling of happiness spreads in my heart. At that time, I still loved to curl up on my father's coat. The smell of tobacco on my coat is my childhood.
Slowly, I grew up. My father is still wearing a dark black coat or faded overalls, and there is always a sense of loss in my heart, but I have never complained about my father. Every time my father sent me to school, before I got to the school gate, I quickly grabbed my schoolbag, left a sentence "Goodbye, Dad" and left in a hurry. I know my father must have sensed my abnormality, but he never mentioned it. I still love my father even though I have a trace of dissatisfaction with him. Whenever he takes me to ride a bike, when I sit in the back seat of the bike, I hug his waist. I smelled a vicissitudes of life in him, so deep that it accompanied me through primary school.
In a blink of an eye, I have bid farewell to primary school life and entered junior high school. Heavy study tasks fill my whole life and I have less and less contact with my father. He stopped sending me to school, helping me carry my schoolbag, and holding my hand through the busy streets. Father's wrinkles are more and more, his temples are gray, and his bloodshot eyes are full of fatigue. I always wanted to care about him, but I didn't know how to say it, because I saw his sincere smile. His smile conveyed such a message to me: I'm fine, it doesn't matter. My father and I are getting farther and farther apart. One day, I suddenly remembered the scene of going to the market with my father, so I asked my father to take me to buy food. I cried when I saw my father open his big hand as he did when he was a child. I quickly took my father's hand, and he was very happy. He pulled me tightly all the way, and his face was full of excited smiles. Look at that. I feel guilty. I have been snubbing my father for years, but my father's love for me has never changed. I buried my head deep in my father's chest. At that moment, I smelled a sacred smell. It contains full love, vicissitudes, helplessness in middle age, and the original mature taste of tobacco. Such a great father, such a familiar smell, witnessed the accumulation of years. ...
After a long time, my father's special smell is his incarnation. When my father is old, I cherish that smell more and bring me unforgettable memories.
4. What is the taste of youth? Is it bitter immature fruit, clear water, happy tears, or a painful burden? I once questioned the feeling of being young. I didn't know its true taste until I entered middle school. Youth always has so many troubles to make small notes and write bitter songs. Standing under the blue sky, I want to grow up quickly and don't want to be upset. Too much homework bothers me. I struggle desperately in the sea of questions every day, but I can't find the trunk ashore, even if. I can only wander blindly all day, without direction and purpose, only physical and mental fatigue and confusion about the future. The teachings of parents and teachers still ring in your ears from time to time. "2 1 century is a century of fierce competition and needs profound knowledge to support a century. If you don't work hard, Zhang will be eliminated by society-"Yes, maybe our youth is based on learning, so it is full of hope. Youth.
5. Write 600 words on the topic of taste. Glad to answer your question!
taste
Perhaps, God wants each of us to be born from life, so as to get rid of the usual smell of tears and love.
All right!
Everyone cries from birth. At this time, she doesn't know what love is, let alone how to love.
Taste the blend of your tears and love, and at that time, in fact, God has made us feel the tears.
The taste of blending with love, that love is affection.
As we grow up, there is more and more love in our life.
I feel the love from everyone around me all the time, including family, friendship and teacher-student relationship. but
Whenever we enjoy this love, it seems that we have no leisure to be grateful for it.
On such a sunny and breezy day, she seems to be stroking your face and mine, such as
Flowers are as bright as flowers, but I like wandering alone in this bustling city.
Standing on a high place, enjoying the afterglow of sunset alone, looking at the blue sky and pure white clouds, alone.
Enjoy flawless purity, enjoy the logical distance between heaven and earth, and I love it more in grade three.
Loneliness, so I'm used to blocking, blocking my mood, blocking my soul, and showing it unilaterally.
The happiness I showed also made me feel incredible.
Make a friend, hope to adopt!
Make friends! Hope to adopt!
However, perhaps because of all this, because of this loneliness, I have learned to be grateful even more.
I learned to be grateful to all the people I love.
!
A person did not come to this world alone, and the people I know did not become me for no reason.
Friends, but for love, because we have the same dream and soul.
!
At that moment, I shed tears, with the most sincere gratitude, and with that love, similar to crossing.
At the corner of my mouth, I tasted the blend of tears and love. He is sweet, as sweet as honey.
!
At this time, I realized that we have long understood that loving and being loved is just our love, not.
Everything is so simple and ordinary, and so is love when it is so hot.
Inadvertently, it is not a magnificent sea, nor thunder and lightning, it is just a
Calm lake water is occasionally thrown into stones, causing small ripples.
The same is true of the blending of tears and love, faint fragrance and deep affection in my heart.
warm current
!
6. Write 600 words about the taste of youth on the topic of taste.
What is youth? Is it bitter immature fruit, clear water, happy tears, or a painful burden? I used to question the feeling of being young. I didn't know its true taste until I went to middle school and experienced youth.
Youth always has so many troubles to make small notes and write bitter songs. Standing under the blue sky, I want to grow up quickly and stop worrying. Too much homework makes me bored and distressed. I struggle desperately in the sea of questions every day, but I can't find the trunk ashore. Even if it is a piece of driftwood, I am glad that I can only drift blindly all day, without direction and purpose. Only physical and mental exhaustion and confusion about the future. The teachings of parents and teachers still echo from time to time. "2 1 century is a century of fierce competition and needs profound knowledge to support a century. If you don't work hard, Zhang will be eliminated by society-"Yes, maybe our youth is based on learning, so it is full of hope.
Youth is childish. When I was in primary school, I often thought of my youth when I saw my big brothers and sisters who went to middle school walking around with a straight face every day.
7. Write 600 words on the topic of taste. Glad to answer your question!
taste
Perhaps, God wants each of us to be born from life, so as to get rid of the usual smell of tears and love.
All right!
Everyone cries from birth. At this time, she doesn't know what love is, let alone how to love.
Taste the blend of your tears and love, and at that time, in fact, God has made us feel the tears.
The taste of blending with love, that love is affection.
As we grow up, there is more and more love in our life.
I feel the love from everyone around me all the time, including family, friendship and teacher-student relationship. but
Whenever we enjoy this love, it seems that we have no leisure to be grateful for it.
On such a sunny and breezy day, she seems to be stroking your face and mine, such as
Flowers are as bright as flowers, but I like wandering alone in this bustling city.
Standing on a high place, enjoying the afterglow of sunset alone, looking at the blue sky and pure white clouds, alone.
Enjoy flawless purity, enjoy the logical distance between heaven and earth, and I love it more in grade three.
Loneliness, so I'm used to blocking, blocking my mood, blocking my soul, and showing it unilaterally.
The happiness I showed also made me feel incredible.
Make a friend, hope to adopt!
Make friends! Hope to adopt!
However, perhaps because of all this, because of this loneliness, I have learned to be grateful even more.
I learned to be grateful to all the people I love.
!
A person did not come to this world alone, and the people I know did not become me for no reason.
Friends, but for love, because we have the same dream and soul.
!
At that moment, I shed tears, with the most sincere gratitude, and with that love, similar to crossing.
At the corner of my mouth, I tasted the blend of tears and love. He is sweet, as sweet as honey.
!
At this time, I realized that we have long understood that loving and being loved is just our love, not.
Everything is so simple and ordinary, and so is love when it is so hot.
Inadvertently, it is not a magnificent sea, nor thunder and lightning, it is just a
Calm lake water is occasionally thrown into stones, causing small ripples.
The same is true of the blending of tears and love, faint fragrance and deep affection in my heart.
warm current
!
8. Write a composition of about 600 words on the topic of what's the smell. I experienced many things in my childhood, tasted many flavors, including sour, sweet, bitter and spicy, but what impressed me the most was that I was locked out of the door at the age of eight for lying, which I will never forget.
Here's the thing. That afternoon, my parents asked me to do my homework carefully at home and not to be playful. I should cry. But I don't want to do my homework, so I have been watching TV. When my parents came back from work, I didn't write a word. They asked * * *, and my face was so hot that I couldn't answer. Mom and Dad kept asking, and I could only lie to them and say, "I ... Susan Wang and I went to Xinhua Bookstore to study!" Mom and dad stared at me, and I was already "empty". Now, my face is red to the root of my neck, let alone how uncomfortable it is. But mom and dad went to Susan Wang to confirm, and she said no. When my father hung up the phone, I stood there at a loss and looked at my father's angry face. I lowered my head deeply and said, "Dad, can I go back?" At this moment, my father's anger broke out, pointing at my nose and cursing: "Xu Ying Zheng, you lied to us again. Do you think we are * * * ... "When my father gasped, I whispered," Isn't that a lie? Why are you so fierce! " Knowing that this sentence was heard by my parents, he angrily pushed me out of the house and said angrily, "Come back when you reflect!" " "Say that finish, the door slammed shut. I stood outside the door, tears dripping down and I couldn't stop. The cold wind blew, and I was shivering with cold, wearing only a thin cotton-padded coat. I can't help hating my father's cruelty and ruthlessness in my heart. After about half an hour, my mood gradually calmed down. I blamed myself: I lied again. I didn't realize my mistake in time and talked back to my father. No wonder my father is so angry. I really shouldn't think about myself. I didn't finish my homework, not only didn't apologize to my parents, but also lied. Thought of here, I gently knocked on the door. The door opened and it was my mother. I quickly apologized to my mother and decided never to lie again. My mother quickly pulled me into the house. My father saw me and said gently, "It doesn't matter, as long as you admit your mistake, you are a good boy.". Come on, go to bed! " "In bed, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, secretly making up my mind that I would never lie again. The next day, I caught a cold and had a bad headache. It really hurts!
Alas, the taste of lying is really uncomfortable! But it was through this time that I got rid of the bad habit of lying, which was worth it!
9. Write a 600-word narrative "The Taste of Home" with the theme of "What Taste"
Home is a ray of sunshine, illuminating your direction; Home is a harbor, waiting for your stop; Home is the support of your life and brings you infinite warmth and happiness. What does home taste like? Who knows?
For me, home tastes like a cup of fragrant coffee in my heart. The former taste is bitter and boring, but the bitterness belonging to it fascinates me.
Perhaps, I can't tell the taste of home clearly, but I can say the taste of home in simple words. ...
The taste of home does not need to be extravagant. Maybe you study late every night and can't get up the next morning. My mother patted me with her own unique voice and said, "son, get up quickly!" " You can't study so late tomorrow. "In this simple sentence, the pungent smell of rice oil always makes me forget all the unpleasant things and enjoy the unique taste of home happily.
The taste of home does not need too many words, nor does it need too many beautiful smells to set off. It may just go home every afternoon, because it is too cold, so it is wrapped in a quilt to keep warm. My father saw it and froze for a while. He put the warm milk in front of me and whispered, "Drink it while it's hot, and don't catch cold." I raised my glass and smelled it, and I was moved in an instant. The original flavor of home is simple and mellow.
The taste of home may be a few bowls of side dishes or a bowl of noodles, because I know that it is made by grandma and smells like grandma. I won't be because the food in the hotel is not exquisite, and I won't be because the food and chopsticks are not as slippery as the hotel. As long as I see grandma smiling at me with a loving smile and staring at me with talking eyes, the food I eat year after year will always give me a special warmth, which is washing away the dust from me bit by bit.
The smell of home may also be a touch of ink. My grandfather was as naughty as I was when I was a child, but when he was old, he seemed to have experienced countless things, looked weather-beaten and even had a mysterious love for calligraphy. Originally, I just studied as an interest, but I didn't expect to write better. So, when I am free, I will lie on my desk and watch my grandfather write calligraphy. Grandpa will also teach me to write Chinese calligraphy, and sometimes we will talk about some things that happened in recent days while writing. Therefore, I often ask my grandfather that I spit out my unhappy things to you every day. Are you tired of me? Grandpa always smiles and says, I'm so happy that you come with me. How could I not like you? At that time, I realized that the taste of home is to accompany each other silently.
Listening to mom's urging, holding dad's milk, eating grandma's cooking and smelling grandpa's ink, I smell home, simple, mellow and warm. ...
10. With the theme of taste, is the 600-word ancient style lime juice, sweet milk tea, bitter coffee or cold mint? No, the smell is a window in everyone's heart, a thing around everyone and a touch on everyone.
There is a smell that is common in the world, but it is not found. He has drowned out the taste of life, which is the taste of falling in love. Parents love their children with coffee and milk tea, followed by pleasant sweetness.
When you were young, you would coquetry in your parents' arms and wrists, asking for toys and clothes, and your parents would squint and kiss your forehead. Have you ever known that behind your play is your parents' knowing smile, which is a sweet taste?
When you step into the campus, you always complain about your busy homework and your parents' nagging. Parents always take pains to tell you every simple and difficult question. The texts of the same grade are recited backwards. Although you have to read reference books that you can never finish and make simulation volumes that you can never finish, have you seen the tears of your parents' distress behind your complaints? Is that a bitter taste? In the flower season, you always do what you think is right with your temper, don't listen to your parents' advice, and often leave a sentence: My business is none of your business.
Then walk away calmly. Have you ever known that behind turning away is the helpless sadness of parents, which is a astringent taste? You forget the sweetness of childhood, the bitterness of entering school and the astringency of flower season, but you will understand the tears that your parents shed behind your back, and you will feel that the bitterness of your parents is followed by sweetness, and that taste is love.
This kind of taste can't be felt at once, so we should experience it slowly. This taste is not monotonous, but colorful; This taste is not ordinary, it is noble; This smell is not instantaneous, but eternal. Its greatest feature is aftertaste, which will accompany you all your life and give you endless strength.
Remember, that's what it's like to be in love.