In daily study, work and life, everyone has tried to write essays. Writing essays can exercise our habit of being alone, calm down and think about our future direction. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following is a collection of compositions about ordinary days that are also fragrant. You are welcome to learn from and refer to them. I hope it will be helpful to everyone. Ordinary days are also fragrant. Composition 1
The days are passed day by day, unremarkable, and they slip away from us quietly every day. Even if they are dull, they are still so fragrant.
It’s another political class, and the teacher speaks vividly. This is a question raised by a classmate - where is the beauty of life? The teacher said unhurriedly: "There is beauty everywhere in life, but we lack a pair of eyes to discover beauty. Every common thing also has its beauty. Plants have the natural beauty of plants, society has the harmonious beauty of society, poetry With the beauty of poetry, even life has its own beauty. "The students asked again: "What is the beauty of life, teacher?" "You need to discover it yourself," the teacher said with a smile. Probably, I should have the eyes to discover beauty, to discover the beauty of life.
It was another quiet morning. My mother still got up early to make breakfast for me, but I was still asleep at the time. Soon, a "shrill" alarm sounded. I involuntarily got up from the bed and looked out the window. It was still dark, and a sense of complaint emerged in my heart. "Hey! Why do you get up so early every day? I'm so exhausted and I haven't woken up yet!" At this time, my mother, who heard what I said, walked out of the kitchen and said, "I don't usually see you complaining. What's wrong with you today?" You wake up at this time every day, do you have to complain about such an ordinary day?" I shook my head, and my mother said: "It's just that you didn't notice it." I shook my head. Discover.
It’s my dad’s birthday again, and the whole family is having fun, with plates of dishes on the dining table, which are mouth-watering. Dad doesn’t like cakes and has never bought cakes, except for my birthday of course. Although there is no cake, making a wish is a must. Dad said: "My biggest wish is that my daughter will succeed in school and our family will be happy." People are always together, living such an ordinary life, enjoying this ordinary life. ""Yes," the mother continued: "The happiest thing is to live an ordinary, ordinary life like this, as a family. "It's a joy." Yes, the light days also have their beauty and fragrance.
Days are like old wine, only by savoring it carefully can you taste its sweetness; days are like poetry, only after you sing it with your heart can you understand its charm; days are like this, plain and fragrant, quiet and distant ...Ordinary days are also fragrant. Composition 2
In the blink of an eye, thousands of days slipped from the fingertips like quicksand, and flew away without leaving a trace, as if disappearing in the vast desert. And every day is so happy and free. At 5:30 in the morning, everyone is woken up by the percussion of pots and pans coming from the kitchen, and then they are lured downstairs by the tempting aroma of breakfast. Breakfast may be simple meals or "big cakes and fried dough sticks" but Those ordinary breakfasts made me feel the family affection and deep maternal love.
Six-ten, that’s the time I get on the bus every day when I go to school. College students are also mostly on this bus. Old people carry a small bag or a few fishing rods, meet up with some old friends, and go to the park to chat for a while and catch some fish. And every time when I see college students giving up their seats to the elderly, and the old people's faces covered with the scars of time slowly stretch out and turn into a smiling face, I feel a sense of spring breeze in my heart.
Seven o'clock is the time I usually arrive at school in the morning. School is undoubtedly the place where students spend the longest time in a day, and because of this, the school is full of bits and pieces and the hurried comings and goings of successive generations of students. There are some stories in these bits and pieces. , it may start with laughter, end with laughter, or it may be full of bitterness, but whether it is the former or the latter, the process of these stories is filled with a little bit of youthful frivolity and a faint fragrance.
At six o'clock or six-thirty, it's time for school to end here in the evening. Teams of students are riding bicycles, either speeding or pushing, performing performances again and again on the road. "Hundred-mile March". Whether in school or after school, I can feel the friendship between classmates.
At seven-thirty in the evening, it was time to do homework. Looking at my mother who was accompanying me, I couldn't help but feel a strong sense of warmth in my heart. At ten o'clock, the homework is completed. Time flies in a hurry, like the little water splashes, splashing and falling, flowing endlessly. Time flies, every day is ordinary, and in every ordinary, there is joy.
Time flies, and every bit of happiness in ordinary days is gathered into every fragrant ordinary day. Days are like old wine, only by savoring it carefully can you taste its sweetness; days are like poetry, only by singing it with your heart can you understand its charm; days are like this, plain and fragrant, quiet and distant... Ordinary days are also floating. Fragrance composition 3
It is not as strong as wine, not like the mellowness of coffee, not like the sweetness of juice, and not like the indifference of boiling water. It has a low-alcohol and strong taste, which is getting stronger if it is present or absent. The bitterness is the taste of life.
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My mother loves tea, especially making tea, not only to drink it, but also to enjoy the calm and methodical process of making tea, and I have been drinking it since I was a child. I grew up under the "watering" of tea. What I love most is the moment when boiling water is brewed. The aroma seems to rise from the bottom of the cup. It is thick and steady, giving people a sense of peace of mind. "The fragrance is far away and the fragrance is clear", these four words are the most appropriate to describe it. This rich tea aroma has been throughout my childhood.
Green tea, "bitter" in color and "bitter" in fragrance
Every time I struggle with books until late at night, a dark green shadow will always appear under the incandescent lamp, and I will sip it when I feel tired. After a while, the strong tea with its unique bitterness goes straight to the heart and spleen, refreshing people and leaving an endless aftertaste. Tasting the bitter taste secretly while studying is a great enjoyment for me. My mother also loves green tea the most. She said that green tea may seem bland, but you will realize its richness after drinking it. It feels bland, but in fact it has endless details. No wonder the ancients always pursued "poetry, wine, flower tea" and "cool food", but in fact it was the highest pursuit of life.
Chrysanthemum tea, fresh and elegant fragrance
Among the teas I have seen, chrysanthemum tea is the most complicated and has the most functions. It can clear away heat and detoxify, moisten the lungs and relieve coughs, and occasionally catch colds. , the symptoms of sore throat, I drank a large cup of chrysanthemum tea, which always relieved a lot of pain. My mother often brewed it with elegant chrysanthemums and bright red wolfberries, and the utensils were also very particular. They had to use small transparent glass cups. This kind of scented tea is not only fragrant and refreshing, but also pleasing to the eye. No wonder it is said that "Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty only loved chrysanthemums". This chrysanthemum tea is also like a chrysanthemum. It is unobtrusive and only emits fragrance silently, like a hermit.
I remember my mother once said, "People should be like tea, rich, elegant, calm, and simple. Life is like tea, just treat the ordinary things every day as extraordinary and exude your own fragrance. , then, ordinary days will also be fragrant.” Ordinary days are also fragrant. Composition 4
March in the south is always rainy. Strings of raindrops fall in front of the eaves like jade pendants, and then jump away lightly like naughty children and fall to the ground. , causing a ripple. In March, when the magnolia blooms, the beautiful smile of the magnolia behind the house amazes people who come and go. Her pale pink skirt makes people unable to take their eyes away, and there is also the pleasant fragrance in the air. , Ordinary days are also fragrant.
Soon, the rain stopped, the ground was wet, and the breeze brought the fragrance of earth, mixed with the fragrance of grass clippings, flowers, and...the fragrance of food.
"Go to the vegetable garden to pick some coriander and come back." I heard my mother's order from the kitchen in the distance, and hurriedly ran to the vegetable patch next to the house. The green chrysanthemum, dark green coriander and light green lettuce are more beautiful when moistened by rain and dew, like coral shaking on the seabed, like the green skirt of a girl dancing, like crystal clear emerald. I carefully picked a few coriander stalks, and I felt an inexplicable sense of solemnity, as if I was holding a treasure in my hands.
When I got to the kitchen, my mother was still busy. She heated the oil in the pan and fried the marinated meat. After frying until golden, the alluring aroma came out and penetrated into people's hearts. This is not over yet, plus tomato sauce and various unknown seasonings, the whole dish is glowing with an attractive red sheen, which is very appetizing. I stretched out my chopsticks to pick up a piece, but... After being stopped by my mother, she sprinkled some white sesame seeds on top and lined it with a green coriander, and all the processes were completed.
When I walked to the dining table, all the dishes were already served, including freshly cooked sweet and sour pork tenderloin, golden fried spring rolls, and garnished with an intriguing cilantro, as well as meatball soup. The leaves in the soup are like a small boat, floating up and down. There is also a pork rib soup with oily flowers, which is quite artistic in cooking. In the kitchen, there is the crispy aroma of tenderloin, the crispy aroma of spring rolls, and the warm aroma of pork rib soup. After the family sits down and holds their rice bowls, the aroma of laughter and laughter appears in the kitchen again, and ordinary days are also fragrant.
There is no place in life that is not fragrant, including the fragrance of flowers, soil, food, and the warm and vivid fragrance of the laughter and laughter of relatives. Ordinary days are also fragrant. Ordinary days are also fragrant essay 5
I used to think that all love should be vigorous. I used to think that all ordinary days should be boring. It wasn't until I grew up that I discovered that those ordinary days also exude fragrance. When I was a teenager, I went back to my hometown for the summer vacation. When I was young, I was ignorant and always wanted to eat snacks. So, I watched my grandma walk out the door with a stooped body and a cane. I still remember her standing under the sunset and coaxing me. Thin clothes wrapped around her thin body, reflecting the sunset. It's soft and dazzling and lovely. Grandma went to buy it. Stay at home and don't run around. At this time, the setting sun hit her gray hair, making it sparkle. She looked at me, her eyelids almost covering her eyes. Finally, I ate the most ordinary and fragrant food in the world, with love and ordinaryness, and a faint fragrance.
Later, when I grew up and entered the first grade, my pinyin was very poor and I was often docked. Dad bought a small blackboard, carefully copied the pinyin, and taught me repeatedly. To this day, I still remember the sweat sliding all the way from his short hair to his neck, the way he would turn his wrist when he was tired of writing, and the figure watching him under the chalk dust when wiping the blackboard, which gave me the motivation to learn pinyin in the future. There is also the smell of sweat and dust in the cabin, but I feel that the room is filled with fragrance, with love and expectation, and a faint fragrance.
When I grew up and went to junior high school, the pressure increased and I was dissatisfied with the boring life day after day. Once, when I put down the book, it was already dark. In the dead of night, I could only hear the cars whizzing by in the distance. Turning his neck, he walked to the bathroom, intending to wash up and go to bed. Opening the door, under the soft light, my mother squatted on the floor to wash the oil stains on my school uniform, rubbing it over and over again. Standing in the dark, I could clearly see that her hands were red, but I still focused on the oil stains on the small beach. From time to time, use two fingers to pinch some washing powder or wipe the sweat from your forehead with your back. No wonder my careless school uniform is always clean. No wonder I always feel that school uniforms are different, with love and selflessness, and a light fragrance.
I think I am very happy. I was born into a healthy family and a peaceful era. I have a lot of unrequited love. I should be grateful, grateful for everything, grateful for my company, grateful for my love. Each of us should be grateful. Love that may seem ordinary to us may become a luxury in the eyes of others. Those quiet days, those rules, those equality, are actually the most fragrant days, because the more ordinary, the harder it is to be perfect. Ordinary days are also fragrant. Composition 6
Ordinary days are fleeting. Like the rippling blue lake water, ordinary and beautiful, exuding a faint fragrance.
As usual in the morning, I woke up from my sleep and smelled the faint fragrance from the quilt. This is a quilt that my mother has just washed. The fragrance of soap spreads to every corner of the quilt, refreshing my heart. Unknowingly, the scene of my mother cleaning the quilt seemed to pass through my mind one by one. First, the mother soaked the sheets in water and used soap to wrap them with a layer of fragrance. Then put the sheets on the drying table to let the warm sunlight enter the sheets, which is extremely comfortable. The mother put warmth and fragrance into the quilt with her gentle hands. In addition to the warmth and fragrance of the quilt, there is also the warm love of the mother.
I got up and got out of bed, and I smelled the quiet fragrance of tea. No need to think about it, grandpa must be making tea again. Grandpa is already very old. There are more and more silver strands in his hair, and there are wrinkles of varying depths on his forehead. Drinking tea is one of his hobbies. Every day he would make a pot of tea by himself, and the aroma of tea would overflow and surround his room. Sometimes I go to his place to have a cup of tea. The green tea leaves sank to the bottom of the pot, dyeing the water a light green, and the air was filled with the fragrance of tea. I looked at the green tea and felt a sense of tranquility and tranquility in my heart. Taking a sip, there is a slight bitterness at first, and then the sweetness of the tea. After all the hardships come happiness, just like this cup of tea, behind the setbacks and difficulties is victory and joy.
Then I came to the living room and saw my father eating. When I saw my father, I remembered the faint fragrance of ink. For a while, my father fell in love with calligraphy. He always takes some time to practice calligraphy every day. So, he held a brush in hand, put a few drops of thick black ink on the drawing board, and started practicing. At first, his calligraphy was not pretty, but after practicing over time, his calligraphy gradually gained some momentum. Although it is not as majestic and vigorous as what famous poets wrote, it is still a significant improvement compared to the initial calligraphy practice. Whenever my father practices calligraphy, there will be a faint fragrance of ink floating in the house. My father’s experience seems to have taught me that hard work will pay off.
On ordinary days, there is always a faint fragrance. The fresh and warm bedding is full of a mother's deep love for her son; the fragrant tea reveals the meaning of joy after suffering; the calligraphy with the faint fragrance of ink shows the spirit that hard work will be rewarded.
Ordinary days are filled with fragrance, making life beautiful. Ordinary days are also fragrant. Composition 7
I packed my bags, took my camera, and quickly walked out of the house. As usual, I went to visit my grandparents in the nearby countryside.
Along the way, walking on a country road, there are patches of apricot flowers on both sides. They are about to bloom and are not yet red. Each one is like an elf, ready to bloom. I caressed its branches lovingly, smelled the faint fragrance of flowers, and continued walking forward.
As we approach the entrance of the village, the apricot tree disappears and is replaced by a pine forest. Straight and tall pine trees stand like warriors at the entrance of the village, protecting their hometown. However, vaguely, there seemed to be red flags fluttering in the woods. Looking into the distance, I saw another flag. I was a little confused: Why are there so many flags in this barren mountain? Is it the boundaries drawn by the fruit farmers? No way, this isn’t a fruit tree either? I walked into the village with many questions.
"Grandma, grandpa, I'm coming!" I rushed into the house quickly without even knocking. Grandma agreed while leaning on a cane and came out to greet her: "Coming, coming. Yeah. "My grandson is here." I hugged my grandma and exchanged a few words. We sat on the stone bench in the yard and chatted about home affairs.
About half an hour later, I suddenly remembered why I couldn’t see my grandpa. I stood up and looked for him while asking, "Grandma, where is my grandpa?"
Grandma smiled. Laughing: "Well, isn't this a fire prevention for the past two days? He went to the fire prevention inspection station and said that he was old and had nothing to do, so he might as well go and make some contributions to the country. When you came, you didn't see that in front of our house. An apricot tree? It was a reward from the village. It bloomed this year and is fragrant and beautiful.
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Only then did I notice that there was an apricot tree in front of my grandma’s door. I lowered my head and admired it carefully. The pink flowers were fluttering in the wind, and the petals were white and pink, like a shy girl. The girl doesn’t want to show her whole face to everyone. Her graceful expression makes people fall in love at first sight, and the faint fragrance of flowers touches my sense of smell.
“Let’s go find your grandfather. They were in the woods at the entrance of the village, with red flags waving at every station. "Only then did I understand what the red flag at the entrance of the village meant, and I ran towards the woods.
I saw my grandfather from a distance. He waved to me. I rushed up and hugged him. He was talking to a few people. "Grandson, the weather is dry in spring, and we don't know when a fire will break out. We have to preserve this forest and preserve nature. If it is gone, the apricot orchard will be gone, and the farmers' harvest for the year will be reduced." No more. "I nodded thoughtfully.
The afternoon passed quickly. I was walking on the way home, smelling the faint fragrance of apricot blossoms in this ordinary day... Ordinary days also floated. Fragrance composition 8
In the golden autumn, the sky is high, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and the sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant. "Pa-ta--" A sycamore leaf fell into the water, whispering on such an ordinary day. Here, I can smell some fresh fragrance.
I went for a walk in a park near my home. It is already autumn, and the children can also wear autumn clothes and play in the park. I was intoxicated by the fragrance of spring and autumn. As a result, I had to leave the park temporarily and go to the noodle shop where I usually go for lunch. , I heard a voice. People were sitting together in twos and threes. I browsed the menu and ordered fried rice. When I was about to pay the bill, an accident happened. When I touched my pocket, I didn't find any money. I subconsciously took out my pants pocket and searched it, but failed. I looked up and apologized to the shopkeeper, and I left the noodle shop temporarily. Searching aimlessly between the park and home. Inadvertently, a few sycamore leaves fell down, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance. Thirty minutes later, right in front of my house, I gave up. Now, I don’t know why. , but I have a "who has gone to the standards of the country and homeland, worried, slandered, fearful, contemptuous, looking naked and feeling extremely sad." "My sincere love.
I was surprised to receive the master's money. Looking at the black hands, they were already covered with wrinkles and calluses, but they were like "facing the loess and turning their backs to the sky" The simple and kind-hearted people there left a deep impression on me. The simple smile on the shop owner’s face and the smile on his face when he wiped his sweat left a deep impression on me.
I was very full after this meal, more than ever. Just because the meal is full of simple and friendly fragrance.
The fragrance is fragrant. Next to him, a sycamore leaf fell, just like ordinary people in life. Same, not noticeable. But ordinary people have the simplest character. Even in ordinary days, they still have subtle fragrance and full sleeves. Ordinary days are also fragrant.
Time is like running water. , I still remember that yesterday the flowers and plants were sprouting, the garden was full of spring scenery, and the cold wind was whistling and the snow was falling. The ordinary days just slipped away inadvertently, plain and quiet, without a trace of sound. When recalling quietly and savoring it carefully, the ordinary days are like spiritual seeds blooming into beautiful flowers, making ordinary days fragrant.
In the morning, the bright sunshine shines through. The window filled the whole room, and a few rays of breeze blew, and the concentrated sunlight seemed to be blown away. I made a cup of tea, picked up a book, and sat facing the sun. After a while, I entered the world of books. . I lamented the tragedy of "laughing and laughing, cutting the east with a knife, what's wrong with me?"; I was obsessed with the beauty of "the most advantageous spring of the year, which is better than the smoke and willows filling the imperial capital"; I was saddened by "asking you what you can do." How much sorrow, just like the spring water flowing eastward in a river, the hatred of the subjugation of the country; the sadness of "if we only meet for the first time in life, why is the autumn wind sad to draw a fan"; the admiration of "supporting the building that is about to collapse, turning the tide before it collapses" "The spirit of... In this way, the whole morning is fleeting in the fragrance of books. Reading a good book, savoring a past event, and ordinary days are also fragrant.
In the evening, the sun dyes the sky The sky is red and clouds are flying, changing like a mirage. People have finished their work for the day, and some return to their warm homes to reunite with their wives and children at the dinner table, enjoying the delicious food and family happiness. Some were strolling leisurely on the moist and soft country roads, smelling the fresh smell of the earth, feeling the grass-scented breeze, relaxing their bodies and minds. As for me, seeing the beautiful and intoxicating scenery and the happy life, I blurted out: “Ordinary days are also fragrant. ”
Life is like this. No matter how many ups and downs we go through, as long as we try our best to protect our beautiful original intentions, we can also appreciate the fun of life in the most ordinary days. A book, a dinner, a A trip to the Japanese countryside...bits and pieces are like pearls, connected together at will, making ordinary days fragrant! Ordinary days also fragrant essay 10
Ordinary rice noodles You can also taste the sweetness; you can also taste the sweetness of the bitter tea if you taste it carefully.
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Everything in the world is full of all kinds of beauty. Only by walking slowly and looking slowly can you taste the hidden beauty.
Early morning is a rush. In the hazy moment, you have forgotten the beauty of the morning. If you stop and walk slowly, you will find that the hazy mist is like a layer of green gauze. When the breeze blows through the green gauze, the corner of your face is exposed, and the beautiful sunrise is filled with gentle sunshine. , caressing each flower bone, melting the thin frost on each leaf. There is only a morning of dew left, like a fairyland, like a hazy and beautiful dream.
After the haze comes the fresh morning. Every class break, every free time, learn to get close to nature, feel the refreshing wind, the warm sunshine, and the subtle fragrance of blooming flowers in the air. The leaves are green and shiny under the sunlight. When you are tired and look out the window, the fatigue of studying slowly disappears in the beautiful scenery.
It is hot and dry at noon. The unbearable time and the boring air make people feel irritable. If you open the window, listen carefully outside the window, close your eyes and rest. Hear the rustling leaves, the sweet chirping of birds and insects, and feel the gentle breeze with the subtle fragrance of flowers in the air. The annoyance in my heart faded away with the wind.
Nearing the evening, it is the happiest and most beautiful time. Get rid of the heavy pressure of study, run on the road, let yourself go, watch the sunset as the sun gradually sets, walk back towards the sunset, and face the sunset. In the breeze, smelling the aroma of cooking, my thoughts gradually drifted back home. After eating and drinking enough, you are left with only the joy of satisfaction.
In the evening and at night, with every step, watch the stars arrive and watch the sun go away. When the moon blows away the clouds and sheds bright moonlight, wearing a starlight hat, it accompanies every dream.
A day flies by. Time seems to fly faster than the blink of an eye. Every time you close your eyes, it flies by. Don’t rush to catch up. Spend time on the roadside along the way, walk slowly, and take a good look at the unexpected beauty. Time seemed to slow down, and we tasted a little sweetness and fragrance.
In ordinary life, if you chew it as thinly as rice, you can still taste the subtle sweetness no matter how ordinary it is. Ordinary days are also fragrant. Composition 11
The cherries are red and the bananas are green. Thousands of days quietly pass through the fingertips like fine sand, turning into thousands of yellowed papers falling down. When you pick them up, each one seems to be the same and ordinary. But put it on the tip of your nose and smell it, savor it carefully, and a familiar fragrance comes to your face, plain and sweet.
In the early morning, the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus is lingering in the breeze, the sky is as blue as a wash, and the sunlight fills the window panes. I stretched out comfortably - it was a good time to read. I picked up "A Dream of Red Mansions" and read it eagerly. I arrived at the Grand View Garden like a precious jade wandering in an illusionary realm, and saw Wang Xifeng's "powdered face with the power of spring but not showing it, and the red lips that smiled before they were opened". I saw Jia Xichun's indifference and helplessness in "lying alone next to the ancient Buddha with a green lantern"... When I closed the book, I felt infinite emotion in my heart. I went to see my dad to share my reading experience. After some advice from my father, I was enlightened. Ordinary days are filled with the fragrance of books.
On a bright afternoon, my father took me to the gymnasium to play badminton. "Pa!" "Whoosh!" The badminton flew over the net like a nimble little white dove. My father’s colleagues all praised me for my strong play. After exercising all afternoon and sweating all over, I felt extra energetic and comfortable. On ordinary days, there is the smell of sweat.
After the exercise, when we returned home, my mother had already cooked a table of delicious dishes waiting for us. I picked up my rice bowl and wolfed it down. My mother looked at me and said with a smile: "Eat slowly, don't choke." Ordinary days are filled with the fragrance of food.
"The taste in the world is pure joy." After dinner, our family went for a walk. The moon hangs in the sky, with faintly glowing stars embedded next to it. The scent of green grass on the roadside hit our faces. We talked and laughed all the way, enjoying the joy of family affection. On ordinary days, there is the fragrance of green grass.
Putting away the yellowed paper, I couldn’t help but sigh: These seemingly ordinary days are like steamed buns. Only by chewing them carefully can you taste their sweetness. Life is originally ordinary, but as long as you savor it carefully, you will find that ordinary days are also fragrant. Ordinary days are also fragrant. Composition 12
It was the twelfth lunar month of another year, and my parents and I went to my grandma’s house in the countryside. Spent an ordinary day at grandma's house.
Dad’s car drove for more than an hour and stopped in front of a small farmyard. This is the place I miss all the time. It was my childhood paradise. I remember that during winter and summer vacations, my grandpa would often go to town with a bag of vegetables to see my mother and take me back. Where I lived was a fairy-like life. I woke up in the morning and ate a bowl of Yangchun noodles cooked by my grandpa in the small courtyard. There was also a piece of fried golden egg on the Yangchun noodles. That was my favorite food.
My grandpa gets up very early every day just to cook me a breakfast. When I was young at that time, I also got up with my grandfather. I saw my grandpa holding my little hand, and we went to the vegetable garden to pick two green onions, took out an egg from the chicken shed, and then took my hand and went to the kitchen together. At that time, I would hold a small bench and sit at the door of the kitchen, quietly watching my grandpa cook breakfast for me. Grandpa's stove was still the original earth stove, and a fire needed to be lit in the stove. Grandpa always happily washes the green onions first, and then cuts them first to separate the green and white parts.
Then cut the green section into small pieces and chop the green onion into small pieces, then cut the white part into large pieces and put them on a plate for later use. Then grandpa picked up the lighter with his left hand, and lit a fire with a handful of dead grass in his right hand. The fire only took a moment. Grandpa, heat the stove first and then pour in the oil. When the oil is hot, add the white onions and stir-fry. After frying until fragrant, add hot water and wait until the hot water boils before pouring in the fine noodles. After rolling the noodles, grandpa washed the bowl and put it aside to take out the noodles. Immediately afterwards, grandpa poured the noodle soup into the bowl. Fry another egg for me. After frying the eggs, place the eggs on the Yangchun noodles. This is a bowl of fragrant Yangchun noodles.
I took the small bench and ran to the yard. Grandpa put the noodles on the table in the small courtyard. I held the bowl in my left hand and the chopsticks in my right hand. I used the chopsticks to gently pick up a few noodles and put them into my mouth to taste them carefully. My days at my grandparents’ house passed like this day by day, and I didn’t leave until I entered middle school. Now I can only go back during the Spring Festival. "Good boy, get out of the car." Grandpa's old voice came over. I nodded and got out of the car. Grandpa stroked my head and said, "Do you still want to eat noodles?" I nodded and he went to work again. The stove is still open, and the taste is still the same as before.
After tasting all the delicacies in the city, I tasted this simple Yangchun noodles again, and recalled those ordinary days.