At the dinner table, all kinds of dishes are mouth-watering, but what attracts me most is the delicious fried green beans. I have a special interest in green beans since I was a child. Whenever my mother is cooking, I can't wait to run to her side to find out, and I will clap my hands and cheer from time to time.
The green beans that have just been served on the table look bright and are worthy of being the people of nature. If you look closely, you will find that there are green elves dancing happily in a big circle, which adds a little joy to this dish.
Watching, unconsciously picked it up and tasted it. The crisp sound of "Katz" kept around my ears, and the "Bean Man" who was tossing in my mouth screamed in my mouth at this time. How lively it is! I can't help but get excited with them, bite by bite.
Listen! It seems that someone is singing, which turned out to be a hymn played by Douren to celebrate the festival. The notes kept jumping in my mind, and its melody lingered in my mind. What a beautiful voice! After cooking, the roughness has disappeared, replaced by smoothness with a little greasy comfort, as if covered with a thin layer of white gauze, which is quite eye-catching.
Everyone has his own taste, and his favorite food is different. If you know more people, you can understand the beauty of all kinds of people in nature, which you can experience and discover.
At that time, when you and I were still in junior high school, the teacher arranged for you and me to sit at the same table, which was very strange, because it was impossible for men and women to sit at the same table like primary school at that time, and you, a girl, actually arranged for me to sit at the same table with boys.
The teacher arranged it in class, and I didn't say anything. After class, I went to the teacher's office with questions. Through understanding, I know that the teacher's arrangement is to promote our study, because you and I can learn from each other in math and English. I have a good foundation in mathematics, and I often get high marks but I can't speak English, but you are just the opposite of me. In fact, it's a little different from your deskmate, because you are always inattentive when listening to lectures, and you like to look at books in a daze, which makes me feel very puzzled. I also ask you: How did you learn English like this? You said: you don't study much, and your grades are so high. I am a little speechless, but as a deskmate, I try my best to help you in math, and I can only learn English by myself. You said I was cute when I was serious, and sometimes you said I was staring at me in a daze. I was embarrassed and didn't know what to say.
People say: first love is like a green apple, which looks attractive, but it is bitter when bitten. But at that time, the taste of love was not green, but the kind with your unique perfume. I asked you if you had worn perfume, and you said: every girl has her own different smell, but you can only smell it if you smell it carefully. Then she blushed as she spoke, and she could only bury her head in those English words.
During that time, we were learning from each other. I smelled love, but I didn't touch the love of the Holy Spirit.
My father is chocolate-flavored, sweet, but a little bitter. Just like my father's love for me, it is sweet and can melt my heart. But it's a little bitter, just like my father's research on me is harsh. I did quite well in an exam, and I think I will be praised or encouraged. But my father read the papers, especially the careless mistakes, and gave me a lecture. I really have no taste in my heart. But I know, dad is good for me! Later, he apologized to me!
Mom is strawberry and sweet. She is my life guide at any time. She can answer all my questions, share my troubles and help me untie my heart. Once when dancing, the teacher was on the stage and saw that the classmate in front of me was not paying attention. She thought it was me from her point of view, so she severely criticized me. Because the teacher is too strict, I dare not say. Full of grievances, tears burst like flash floods when I saw my mother. My mother asked me affectionately what was going on. I choked up and told my mother the whole story. My mother hugged me and whispered, "coward, you can explain to the teacher loudly then!" " The teacher just read it wrong! ""but, mom, I'm afraid ... "Later, mom asked me to write down the actual situation on a piece of paper and quietly give it to the teacher the next day. I did, and the teacher apologized to me. My grievance suddenly vanished. Mom is like a strawberry, sweet, and I love her very much!
What about me? This is a real orange, so I smell like an orange. Because I will cry and make trouble when I play coquetry in front of my parents, I am very sour, but I am their sweetheart, so I am a sour and sweet orange!
I love my parents, and I love this warm home!
Taste Grade 6 Composition 4 Taste is sweet, bitter, happy, sad and happy … However, I think the taste of happiness is the best.
"sasha vujacic, sasha vujacic ..." It kept raining outside the window, and I thought to myself: At night, it should stop raining! But who knows, at night, it rained even harder, and I didn't bring an umbrella. What should I do? I had to run home with a heavy schoolbag on my back.
When I got home, I was soaked to the skin. My mother said, "Yusi, go upstairs and change!" " Or you'll catch a cold! ""Well, all right. "At half past eleven in the evening, I tossed and turned in bed, feeling too cold to sleep. I pushed my mother away weakly and said, "Mom, I'm so cold!" " "Mom seems to be woken up by me, get up quickly, touch my forehead and say," Ah! Yus, you have a fever! " Mom quickly got dressed and went downstairs to find antipyretic. I fell asleep after drinking antipyretic.
The next morning, I realized that my mother had been taking care of me last night and didn't go to bed until my fever dropped. I think this is the taste of happiness. When I saw my mother, I said to her, "Mom, you have worked hard!" " "
The taste of happiness is mother's meticulous care. Perhaps for you, the taste of happiness is like a cup of warm tea, like a lyric song, like … this is the taste of happiness.
The taste of the sixth grade composition 5 The taste of happiness is sweet, like a peach, refreshing and memorable.
It was the night before the calligraphy exam. In order to cope with the exam, I worked hard all day, and I didn't leave my regular script and cursive script behind, so time passed quietly. When I walked into the examination room, I held back my inner injustice. I understand that all the efforts in the past are only for today, and I can't let it go to waste. A few months later, when I was holding the CET-6 certificate, I was extremely excited. Finally, I tasted happiness again, and my heart was as sweet as honey. I often think about it later, but I still feel happy.
At the 2008 Olympic Games, when I saw the athletes struggling hard to win the championship, I couldn't help feeling extremely happy. Those unusual examples don't mean that our country is getting stronger and stronger. Although China is only a developing country now, in the near future, it will definitely become the top existence of the whole world. As a native of China, how can we not be proud of its rapid growth and be happy that we are a member of this ancient nation with a long culture?
Happiness is always so wonderful, it exists in every bit of life, big or small, mediocre or magical. Only by savoring it carefully can we taste its truest taste.
In my memory, there is a honey, which falls in the long river of my young childhood, emitting attractive fragrance, and the lazy sunshine shines down. It is so full, glittering and translucent, emitting golden light. After years of baptism, it still exudes golden light, exudes attractive fragrance, savors it carefully and condenses it into four words: sweet taste. I think this should be my mom and dad!
I remember when I was five or six years old, my parents took me to swing on the swing in Liuyang River before it was dismantled. "one! Two! Three! Suddenly, I sat on the swing and swung. " How high! I'm so scared, stop, stop! "My parents looked at me in a flurry and smiled, just like a stone thrown into the water, with happy ripples on their faces, so kind. Somehow, I looked at their smiling faces and shouted fear, but my heart was full of deep love, and I was not afraid. I seem to be a happy bird, flying higher and higher, as if I could reach out and pick the stars. Looking at the bright flowery smile on parents' faces, another string of crisp laughter echoed in the grass. ...
After a while, one summer night, my parents took my hand and went to Liuyang River. The sky is full of stars, like bright diamonds, scattered in the dark blue sky. This time, my father put a huge piece of paper on a grassy slope and sat on it with me in his arms. My mother gave it a hard push and we slipped straight down. I fell down because my father was too heavy, but I didn't cry. My father looked at my face and smiled involuntarily. My pink face, my eyes narrowed into a line, my mouth was forced to rise, and two small dimples appeared. My mother smiled again. ...
The taste in my memory is sweet, which my parents gave me.
Spring has come, and the smell of spring is everywhere. What's that smell!
It began to rain last night, gently, but I couldn't hear the sound of falling, like wet smoke, gently moistening the earth. In the morning, the rain stopped, the sun came out and it was sunny. The whole world is fresh as if it had just been washed, and the air is fresh. Take a deep breath. My Sweetie's disease is like drinking honey. Oh, the taste of spring is sweet.
Walking on the way to school, I suddenly found that a few grasses had just sprouted a tender goose-yellow bud that no one noticed! They hold their heads high, hold their delicate bodies and sway gently with the spring breeze. So cute! After a spring rain, they were washed clean and gave off the unique fresh fragrance of grass! Oh, the smell of spring is very fresh.
On the school playground, the first batch of golden spring flowers like goblets bloomed. They crowded together, their eyes full of yellow. Some flowers are pulled out from the branches, revealing bright yellow stamens; Some flowers have been in bloom for a long time; Some flowers are in bud and look like they are about to bloom. There are so many winter jasmine flowers, one by one. Look at this one, it's beautiful; Look at that. Beautiful, too. A breeze blew, and the fragrance emitted by the stamens of Jasminum nudiflorum immediately came to the nose. Ah, the smell of spring is really delicious.
The air is filled with the breath of spring! That is sweet, fresh and fragrant!
At the same time, rhetorical devices such as metaphor are used, and the language of "the first batch of golden flowers are like goblets" is very vivid, showing readers a vibrant spring. Detail description is a masterpiece.
Sixth grade taste composition 8 flowers have fragrance; Fruity taste; Sugar is sweet ... So is love, which has its own flavor. what is love ? What's the smell of love? I am curious, sometimes I seem to taste the taste of love, sometimes love is very sweet; Sometimes love is bitter; Sometimes love is a strawberry; Sometimes love is vanilla; Sometimes love is chocolate; Sometimes love is mustard ... in short, I can't tell the taste of love. Today, I want to tell you, if you know the taste of love, please tell me!
My taste for my mother is vanilla.
This summer vacation, my mother went to Sanyi's shop to help, and only my sister and I were left at home. The first thing to wake up every morning is to fold the quilt, and of course, sweep the floor, hang clothes and so on! Actually, I don't want to do this, but I do it because of love, because-I love my mother. My mother is busy every day. She has to cook for our family when she comes back from cooking at Sanyi Store. My mother is really hard. I want to lighten her burden. I would rather let myself do more housework than get tired. Whenever my mother comes back and sees the house clean, she always smiles with relief. This smile makes my room sweet … this is my love for my mother!
Only when there is love in the country can there be peace; Only when there is love in society can there be harmony; Only when family members have love will they be warm; Only when there is love in your heart can you enjoy life and face the setbacks and difficulties in life optimistically. It seems that love is an indispensable emotion in everyone's heart. As long as we have love in our hearts and dedicate our love, I believe our love will be better! What's the smell of your love?
The six-level taste composition 9 bypasses nasal inhalation and licks the tip of the tongue. There are thousands of flavors in the world. There are some things I know and some things I haven't tasted. But in this world, there is a smell that only I know.
When I come home from school, I often push through the door, and my nose is faint but not rich in sandalwood fragrance. The ebony sofa, which occupies a large living room, twisted its reddish-brown body like a show-off. After a day's study, the accumulated fatigue dissipated with the fragrance, and the fragrance of sandalwood in my nose made me feel at ease and relaxed like a long-distance plane landing on the ground again. It smells like sweet but not greasy candy. I know, it smells like home.
Our family has always disliked going out to eat, except for gathering with relatives and friends, which is really rare. At home, whenever my father steps into the kitchen, my mother and I are as excited as waiting for the movie to start. My father is not good at cooking, but he firmly grasped my mother's taste buds and mine. A steamed fish and a bowl of lean broth are as simple as eating delicacies. Even my father's faint smile after cooking is full of endless tenderness. I know, it smells like home.
At home, my mother's nagging has been endless for more than ten years since I existed. He is like a commentator on the field, so big that she can comment on every movement. Sometimes my mother will be very gentle and generalize in my heart like cotton candy. Sometimes my mother will be very angry, like Laoganma who makes you cry. Sometimes my mother will be very serious, like two kinds of extremely bitter Chinese medicines, which spread in my mouth and are hard to remember. But in the end, I found that all the pains came ... I know, this is the taste of home.
The taste that belongs to my family is sweet in my heart and memorable.
Sixth grade flavor composition 10 mother's day is coming. When I hold my mother, I feel many special smells, such as safety, cleanliness, education, warmth, mother and work.
What's the smell of safety? My mother always takes me when I cross the road, so that I can cross the road safely without any accidents. The smell of cleaning is that mom washes clothes hard every day, mom squats down to wash clothes for her family, and mom mops the floor or cleans the house to keep the house clean and tidy.
What is the taste of education? My mother takes care of me every day. My mother also used her precious time to tell me what is right and what is wrong. My mother also told me not to criticize others' bodies at will and how to be polite to others. She also keeps me studying, making me smarter and smarter. My mother also paid for me to go to school and increase my knowledge, so that I can make contributions in the future and not be bullied by others.
Warm taste means that whenever I hold my mother, her body temperature will bring me great happiness and security, which makes me feel very safe and at ease.
What's the smell of mom? It means that mother has a completely different smell from other girls, and this kind of mother's smell is like she will use what she has learned in this life to protect us and educate us.
However, the smell of mother's work is like that she tries her best to earn money to support her family and works hard from morning till night, but she doesn't make good use of it, but makes good use of it for us.
My mother is really hard. My whole family loves my mother very much. Children all over the world should be more filial and considerate to her.
Every time I recall the past, I always feel different from before. I always have more ideas of my own, have a deeper understanding of this matter, and think a lot. ...
On a quiet morning in spring, I went for a walk in the park and saw the spring scenery in the garden. I couldn't help being intoxicated and slowly plunged into it. Get close, get close, and discover the mystery they contain.
On the big tree, the green leaves absorb the brilliant sunshine: beside the big tree, flowers are competing to open; In the fish pond, the fish are playing; In the bird's nest, the chicks cry out for hunger.
However, what can they do with the fallen leaves under the big tree Only sadness, they can only wait slowly until they blend into the soil.
However, as long as you think about it from another angle, you will find that the fallen leaves are selfless. When they are mixed into the soil, they can bring nutrients to the tree, let it continue to grow and show its vitality, but the fallen leaves will also die.
The selfless dedication of fallen leaves reminds me of the uncles of environmentalists and the aunts of cleaners who work hard under the scorching sun. Because of their selfless dedication, we have a good living environment now, so we should pay tribute to those selfless dedication, and at the same time, we should also develop good living habits so that they can relax.
"Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." This sentence is Gong Zizhen's true feeling from the heart. Yes, although the fallen leaves will soon pass away, its spirit is the most worth learning.
Sixth grade taste composition 12 what is your sixth grade taste? Time flies in Zhejiang, and our primary school time has gone through five years. When I stepped into the school gate again, there was no doubt that we were the oldest children in this school, in the sixth grade. What's its taste?
Sixth grade, are you bitter? After class, you can't have fun, you can only sit in your seat and brush the questions quietly. Oh, it's really hard. There are endless homework and endless questions every day. Mathematics quizzes are held once every two weeks, and Chinese, mathematics and foreign language exams are held once every four weeks. It's raining in physical education class, so we have to cancel the PE theory paper in the classroom. After that, I can only do homework in other subjects. At the end of the day, my back hurts and my legs cramp. I really want to have a good sleep.
Sixth grade, are you sweet? Yes, we are the oldest children and feel good. In sports theory, adolescent classmates have a particularly good relationship. My good friend and I are always inseparable, which also deepens our friendship. The biggest fun is the monthly exam and the half-monthly exam. After the exam, everyone is talking about their answers to the exam, and they are still silently grading themselves. I enjoy my efforts and feel the pleasure of improving my test scores. I think my efforts are worthwhile.
I'm in the sixth grade and I'm about to graduate. I am reluctant to part with my classmates and teachers. I want to embrace tomorrow with a hundred times enthusiasm! Did you suffer in the sixth grade? Yes! Have you been sweet for six years? Yes!
My mother always says I have a sharp mouth. I can always taste the difference between domestic fish and wild fish at once. In contrast, I think those raised fish are not delicious and have a fishy smell.
At noon that day, my mother made me a bowl of fish soup to drink. I knew it was not a wild fish when I smelled it. I muttered that the bowl of fish soup didn't move at all. Grandpa didn't say anything when he knew.
In the afternoon, I went home happily and told my parents interesting things in school. Dad told me that grandpa ignored their stop and went back to his hometown to catch wild fish for me. I was confused at once. Unexpectedly, grandpa went back to his hometown for my unintentional words. I was immediately stunned by my grandfather's love for me.
In the evening, it was getting late, and grandpa finally came home and brought back some fish. One of the fish was huge and kept churning in the bucket, making a "bang" sound. I looked at my grandfather, his hair was a little messy and his face was red. He smiled at me. At that moment, I felt a burst of emotion in my heart. I am very moved and regret it, and I am ashamed of my words and deeds at noon.
In the evening, my mother made me a bowl of fish soup with that fish. I even called "Yummy, Yummy, Mom will give me another bowl of fish soup." Grandpa smiled with relief when he heard this.
Why is that bowl of fish soup so delicious? Because it smells like grandpa's love.
There is a song in the sixth grade taste composition 14 that goes like this: "I like that when I get home, there will be warm lights shining ... home is your home, your home, your safe haven, and home is your love paradise ..."
At school, the smell of burning incense and worshipping God came across the building, and the deskmate said, today is worship day! Yes, the smell reminds me of the bread my mother would buy at home. I know that on this Memorial Day, there must be many snacks I like to eat at home, and my lunch is definitely not just rice. My sister will definitely eat fresh fruit after school. Mom must be preparing for worship again ... I'm homesick again!
At school, sheets can't be spread, and the left and right sides can't be flat. The sheets are all Zou Baba's. "Si"-God, the corner of the sheet is torn! I am homesick. I saw my friend who spent the night sweating on his forehead, his cheeks were red, and there seemed to be water in his eyes! It turns out that he is not the only one who feels subsidized, nor will he. Forget it. Mom will do it right away, so it won't be like this. Tears ran down her red cheeks! Oh! I'm still pretending to be strong, saying that mom can handle it and so can we! I just comforted myself, but I said in my heart: It will be more difficult than going to heaven if I don't tear it down and wash it next time. "This time, if only I were at home, if only I had a mother, this may really be a second home! I am homesick again!
When you leave such a beautiful place, there will be many favorite snacks in front of you when you go home. In ordinary life, we have to make ends meet, our clothes are stretched, and we don't need to do any small things. Cherish it! Cherish it! Learn to be independent in the greenhouse! Learn to be grateful! Learning skills ......
People say that the most beautiful season among the four seasons is spring. The endless rape fields are beautiful. Vilen, thousands of miles away, is like a carpet with all kinds of small wild flowers. The wind blows, the grass waves turn gently, and the flowers bloom and fall. How charming the scenery is.
"In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing all around." What is the charm of spring in our school?
We came to the small playground of the vibrant boarding department. Although not thousands of miles away, green eyes are really refreshing. The carpet on the ground is dotted with some small wild flowers, such as stars in the sky and falling into the water. I was deeply intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and was dumbfounded. Say to your peers, "Look! How beautiful! " Just as the voice fell, a spring breeze blew, and Xiaohua bent down and said, "Yes, how beautiful!" " "This kind of spring scenery is both amazing and comfortable. I want to look around for a long time and sleep on the smooth spring grass.
Soon, the unknown tree attracted me like a magnet. It was originally dark green, maybe Sister Feng Chun thought it was too monotonous! Brought green leaves and lovely buds. Light green is dotted with dark green. From time to time, several small flowers want to open and close together, which is also unique and has different charm! This is the taste of spring!