When it comes to snacks in our hometown, snowballing usury and Sachikel are among the best. The best taste of snowballing is bean paste. Although it looks khaki, it smells delicious and tastes sweet and soft. Snowballs need common ingredients, such as glutinous rice, sugar, bean powder and water. Snowballs were actually born during the Qianlong period!
Don't get carried away by snowballing, the best food will come soon! It's Saqima. The golden satsuma is also inlaid with ruby-like hawthorn pieces and emerald-like raisins. Just looking at the golden Saqima makes people salivate. Saqima smells sweet and tastes crisp, soft, sweet but not greasy.
I love snacks in my hometown, and I love my hometown-Beijing!
Dad ordered many delicious dishes, including our favorite chicken leg. My cousin immediately picked up a chicken leg and ate it with relish. The waiter said, "Little friend, let's dip the chicken leg." So my cousin stood up. The waiter added, "Son, you'd better sit comfortably and eat." My cousin looked at me strangely, and I nodded and said, "Well, you'd better sit down and eat." So, my cousin sat down again, and just took a bite, and the waiter said, "Little friend, I told you that the chicken leg was delicious dipped in it." Then my cousin quickly stood up and said angrily, "It's so noisy, I want to eat standing up, but I want to eat sitting down. Can't people live?" Our whole family burst into laughter, and I laughed so hard that my mouth fell out.
Up to now, I can't help laughing every time I see a chicken leg.
The annual "12.8" Shaxian Snack Festival has finally arrived. Because of the time problem, we can only wait until 12.9 to go to the snack exhibition. On February 9, 65438, after dinner, my parents and I couldn't wait to see the snack exhibition. It's really lively there! The long street is like a dragon. It is divided into three parts, one is a commodity exhibition, the other is an automobile exhibition and the other is a snack exhibition. There are many strange goods at the trade show, and the toy puppet attracts me the most. We saw the boss performing, and the muppets would listen to the conductor and dance. It was "amazing" and we bought two. Later, we read the instructions, and it turned out that they were tied to their fingers with a transparent thread and controlled by their fingers. Of course, the most important thing in the snack festival is to taste snacks. There are famous snacks from all over the country at the snack exhibition. My favorite is kebabs. Mutton kebabs are delicious. Mutton is tender and delicious. I also ate many other snacks, including candied haws, stuffed balls, peeing beef balls, grilled squid and so on. I have visited a whole street, and as a Shaxian native, I feel very proud. Shaxian snack is famous all over the country. I hope the snacks in Shaxian are getting better and better, and the people in Shaxian live a happier life.
Write a 300-word composition (food) in the snack city (hometown Liupanshui (Liangdu)) (Indian flying cake and toilet ice cream) "Who doesn't say that my hometown is beautiful, the mountains are beautiful, the water is beautiful, and the people are more beautiful ..." I was deeply intoxicated by the beautiful scenery of my hometown.
The willow beside the ancient well first reported the news of spring. Goose-yellow buds are like stars in the sky; The swaying branches dance in the spring breeze, like the black hair of the neighbor's third sister. Jiao Yan flew through the willow branches, holding the soil next to the drilling platform, and began the first step of a new life-nesting. Looking at the clever swallows, my heart has already flown to the blue sky with them and wandered over the beautiful white clouds.
The cool well water pulled me back from the clouds. The aunt next door called a bucket of sweet and cold water from the ancient well, and it didn't take long for us naughty children to drink it all. That carefree energy is still lingering in my heart.
With the arrival of the rainy season, the grass on the mountain becomes darker and denser. At this time, carrying a basket, drilling into the towering pine forest in groups of three or five and picking mushrooms in the grass deeper than our bodies became the happiest moment. Sporadic mushrooms stand proudly under trees and grass like a purple umbrella, just waiting for us to pick them one by one in the basket. Blue sky and white clouds, scorching sun, sweating like rain. But the mushrooms in the basket skipped home with us. What I get naturally is my mother's kind smile and the praise of my aunt next door.
Thousands of miles of ice, Wan Li snow. Zi River fell asleep in Grandpa Dong's arms and turned into a crystal ribbon. The faint sunshine sighed helplessly at the sleepy drunk glacier, shook his head and disappeared in an instant. At this time, the glacier was crowded with people. In a flat place, there are some gyro competitions to see whose gyro is more exquisite and beautiful first; A friend drew several circles with colored chalk, which turned like a rainbow flying in the sky; Some people put a steel ball on the top, which enables them to turn flexibly and quickly ... On the slope, there are skating performances: solo performances of eagles spreading their wings on the ice; There are three people pulling the sled with the dog; Some people simply sit on boards, ride on pine branches and run thousands of miles along slopes. ...
Green willows in spring. Mushrooms in summer and glaciers in winter accompanied me through a short childhood, which still makes me memorable and intoxicated!
In the historical review, the rich history and culture of the Chinese nation for 5,000 years have made this colorful Chinese flavor.
Looking back at history and looking up at the sky, what is Chinese flavor?
The Chinese flavor is "Chinese parasol trees are more drizzly until dusk, dribs and drabs". She waited thinner than a yellow flower in the curtain west wind. She waited as firmly as a rock, and she gradually widened her belt without regret. Silent love breeds that sadness, and Chinese taste is endless and implicit waiting.
Chinese flavor is the indifference of "Ask about your achievements in life, Zhan Zhou, Huizhou, Huangzhou". After the Wutai case subsided, your political opponents drew a narrow area for you in Huangzhou and sentenced you to "residential surveillance". Their ugly faces smiled. Look how your noble head hangs down. But you are just "a misty rain of life" and indifferent to it. Chinese flavor is an indifferent attitude.
Chinese flavor is the heroism of "death is also a ghost hero". On the banks of the Wujiang River, the sky has been dyed blood-red, and the soldiers around me have fallen one by one. Then, the suicide of Princess Love makes you even more furious. Surrounded by Chu songs, you shed blood on the Wujiang River. You know, the children in Jiangdong are so talented that it is unknown to make a comeback, but as you know, the 3,000 children who followed you are gone forever. You are ashamed of your elders in Jiangdong and are willing to die to save their stable life in the future. Chinese flavor is brave and fearless.
Chinese flavor is the magnetic needle in my heart, and I will never change my loyalty to the south. In the invasion of Mongolian fighters, the country was destroyed, and you were captured in a small ocean, in a world of panic and sigh. They threatened you to surrender, and you only chose three ways: cutting your waist, cutting it alive, and frying it. You are not afraid, hold on, I recommend Xuanyuan's faith with my blood. The Chinese flavor is fearless, loyal to the liver and righteous.
Chinese flavor is the firmness of "the road is long, and I will go up and down to seek";
Chinese flavor is the calmness of "bowing your head and being a willing ox";
Chinese flavor is "dragging its tail" to fish in the water, and dreaming that butterflies escape at night;
Chinese flavor is the kind of sadness that "there are thousands of spacious buildings, and the poor in the world look happy";
Chinese flavor is the ambition of literati to "worry about the world first, and enjoy the world later";
China flavor is ...
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Through the eyes of history, Chinese flavor is the heavy precipitation of China's history and culture for thousands of years. It gives us faith, firmness, indifference, calmness, strength and strong backing. ...
Where to go for a one-day tour in Shaxian County? 300 yuan is not bad. You can eat dozens of snacks in the alley street of Binhe Road, and then go to Jianguo Road to eat the flat meat of Miaomen, the most representative snack in Shaxian County. Then go for a walk in the new snack city. The snacks there are also good. When you finally go back, you can take two salted ducks home. The dried salted duck in Shaxian is doing well. Taojinshan is just behind the snack city. You can also go for a walk. If you are tired, don't go. There is nothing to see in that place.
Write an unforgettable composition in 350 words: unforgettable Sunday
Today is Sunday. The bright sunshine caressed my face like my mother. I feel very comfortable.
After breakfast, I finished my homework carefully and asked my mother to play football for a while. My mother agreed. I happily picked up the football and flew away. I came to the school playground with my little cousin, kicking here and there for a while, and having fun with my little cousin for a while. Only when I shouted "shoot" a beautiful start, the football went straight to the flowerpot on the windowsill of Aunt Zhang's house next to the school. The flowerpot fell from the windowsill and broke into pieces. I was frightened at that time, so I hurried home with my cousin.
When I got home, my heart was pounding with fear. After lunch, I have been thinking about it, and I am not in the mood to play with my cousin. Thinking of the teacher educating us to be honest children, I regretted it very much and decided to apologize to Aunt Zhang. I came to Aunt Zhang's house and voluntarily admitted the process of kicking the vase. Aunt Zhang smiled and said, "As long as you can admit your mistake, you are a good boy."
Although Aunt Zhang forgave me, I still regret it a little, but I feel much more relaxed because I feel guilty about admitting my mistake.
Chapter 2: Unforgettable Sunday
Tonight, my mother works the night shift. My father and I are going to cook the "latest" fried eggs and give the famous chef and mother a "blockbuster".
Do it. Let's wash our hands first Then, I picked up the round and lovely eggs and smashed them on the pot. Open the eggshell, and the egg white will flow into the pot like the egg yolk. Pick up the pan, add a steady fire and start frying. With the increase of firepower, the color of eggs is really getting darker and darker. In the middle of frying, my father and I picked up a spoonful of white sugar and vinegar, poured the vinegar first, then put the white sugar, and there were some small bubbles on the eggs. I was a little scared at first, but when I saw my father's triumphant appearance, I was not afraid. The bubbles gradually disappeared, and I began to turn the eggs. After a while, the poached eggs were finally fried. The attractive aroma came to our nostrils, which made us drool like a river.
At this time, my mother came back from work. After eating the poached eggs made by our father, she held out her thumb: "Gao! Really high! " Dad said, "We are famous chefs!" Mom casually said: "This means' near Zhu Zhechi'!" In a word, we laughed.
What an unforgettable day!
Chapter 3: Unforgettable Sunday
Next Monday is Women's Day. In order to make my mother have an unforgettable Women's Day, I decided to give my mother a hand and give her a surprise this Sunday.
I washed the rag first. After washing, my sister asked me to fold the rag into a square. I asked curiously, "Why?" Sister said: "You can use this dirty side, which can save water and time." I cleaned all the tables first. After cleaning, I saw that the rag was dirty, so I changed the other side and cleaned the window sill at home. I think it's really useful for my sister to use a rag. After wiping, the rag is really dirty. I rushed to the bathroom to wash the rag and hang it on the balcony. I was not idle during the time when I was drying the rag. I picked up a mop and mopped the floor at home. After that, my mother praised me happily and said, "My son is really capable of wiping the floor like a mirror." I am particularly proud after listening to it. After wiping the floor, the rag was almost dry, so I picked up the rag to wipe the TV and computer, because I knew that the contact between water and electricity might generate current and endanger my safety. Am I smart?
After this special experience, I felt my arms and waist were sore, but I realized my mother's hard work. Although I have less homework this time, I feel very happy to be praised by my mother and sister.
Chapter 4: Unforgettable Sunday
On Sunday morning, as usual, I took the 13 bus to the Cultural City to dance.
I got on the bus. There are three little boys and a big brother in the car. When I got to the post office, I suddenly braked. At that time, at that time, the two little boys were still standing here. A little boy in grade two didn't stop and suddenly stepped on a little boy in grade three. The trampled boy said, "What are you doing?" Can't your eyes see my feet? "So, I grabbed his ear. A little boy older than them saw it and didn't stop it. Instead, go and fight with him. The little boy who was beaten said indignantly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" " "
"What are you doing? What are you doing? What did people do to you? " A big brother in high school said, and immediately went to hold their hands and left. The big brother said to the little boy, "Are you all right? Don't cry, we are men, and men should hold their heads high. They often say that men are men! Don't lose face for a trifle. I am here, not afraid! " After seeing that brother, I thought to myself: that brother's heart must be bright red and kind. After I read this story, if people all over the world were as kind-hearted as big brother, then such big and small things would not happen in the world. Brother, I will definitely remember your words.
Chapter 5: Unforgettable Sunday
As soon as I got home at noon, I knew there would be a storm. Look: Mom is sitting on the sofa knitting a sweater without saying a word, and Dad is drinking hard. Well, we agreed not to go to the movies again. But, for the movie, I won it! I ran to my mother and spoiled: "Mom, play with me!" " "As soon as my mother saw me, she quickly said," OK, OK, dear daughter, what do you want to play? I blinked and said, "My first finger stands for drop, my second finger stands for annoyance, my third finger stands for forgetting, and my fourth finger stands for annoyance. I held out my finger. What do you mean? " Dad looked at me, too
The game has begun. I took out the second, fourth, first and second fingers, and then I tried my best to take out the third finger. Dad reacted quickly: "annoying, annoying, dropping, annoying, forgetting, forgetting, forgetting, forgetting …" Dad said a few words of "forgetting" like a puppy barking, which made us laugh.
The second inning began. I lost the third finger, the first finger, the fourth finger and the second finger. My father beat my mother again and said the answer: "I forgot, dropped, bored, bored!" " ""What did you say? "I asked." Forget your troubles. ""Say it again. " "Forget your troubles!" Just after that, my father suddenly realized that he looked at us and laughed together. Suddenly, my father seemed to remember something and said, "wife, children, let's all go!" """What are you going to do?" "Let's go to the movies!"
It turns out that dad still remembers our plan. This Sunday is really hard to forget. I hope I will be so happy every Sunday in the future!
The "Rinrin Bell" rang and the students lined up to walk out of the classroom. I stood in the first row of the line and walked out slowly. Suddenly, Zhang Haoran, standing behind me, rushed in front of me. Because the door was too small for two people, he ran so fast that I was thrown to the ground at once. Ouch, it really hurts! The classmates next to me didn't seem to see me fall to the ground, flying like a happy bird in front of my eyes. At this time, a pair of lovely little hands gently lifted me up, patted the dust off my clothes, and then helped me to my seat and said, "Lin, are you okay?" " ""nothing. " I looked up and saw a white face with a long ponytail on my round head, a pair of glasses on my high nose and gentle light in my eyes. It's her-Chen Mingyuan. Chen Mingyuan is my good classmate. When she first entered the first grade, she was the "king of literacy" in our class. If we have words we don't know, we all go to her for advice, and she teaches us patiently. She is also a famous "treble" in our class. Usually the teacher will invite her to read the composition in class. Her voice was so loud that everyone was fascinated when she read the composition. She usually loves the group and is willing to help her classmates. Such a thing happened to her more than once. For example, today, Li Shuo deliberately hit me in the stomach, and Chen Mingyuan was the first to come and hug me. She also seriously criticized Li Shuo.
Although Chen Mingyuan is a few months younger than me, in my heart, she seems to be my good sister, protecting me. Do you think such a good classmate should praise her?
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