Childhood is a painting with our colorful lives in it; Childhood is a song, which contains our happiness and happiness; Childhood is a dream, which contains our imagination and longing. Childhood is a beach, and I am looking for the most beautiful shell on the beach.
I still remember when I was a child, so naive and lovely. There is an interesting thing that I still can't forget, and now I think about it, I can't help laughing.
When I was a child, I ate cotton candy only when I liked it very much. Looking at the "cotton candy" in the sky, I always wanted to fly up and eat them all, so as to relieve my greed.
one day, my mother asked me what I want to do most now, and I said, "I want to fly to the sky!" " "Fly to heaven? What are you doing flying to heaven? " Mom asked. I said happily, "I want to fly to the sky and eat the' cotton candy' in the sky!" Mom smiled and said, "Silly boy, that's a cloud in the sky, not a cotton candy. The cloud in the sky is formed by water vapor, not made of cotton candy. Even if you fly up, you can't eat it, just like the pot at home. When it's cooked, you will spray steam out." "Oh."
On the weekend, I had another whim, thinking that cotton+sugar = cotton candy. I thought that there was cotton on the quilt at home, so I could secretly make some cotton. So, while my mother was knitting a sweater, she secretly pulled out a piece of cotton and thought, Ah! Finally, I can eat marshmallows. After waiting for so long, I can finally taste the sweetness.
When I got to the kitchen at home, I couldn't tell sugar from salt. I tasted them one by one, sprinkled sugar into cotton, and put them directly in my mouth. Well, they tasted good, but there was something wrong with them-these marshmallows didn't melt in the store, but they didn't melt in a long time. What happened? After a while, my mother came down. She just saw that I was doing something wrong and sneaking around, so she came down to see that I had put all the cotton in my mouth and cried with laughter. "Diandian, why did you put cotton in your mouth?" "I'm eating marshmallows!" I said. Hearing this, my mother laughed even harder and said, "Cotton candy is not made of cotton! Cotton candy is made of sugar. " I asked curiously, "How can sugar make cotton candy?" Mom said, "It's made by machine! You see how you put cotton in your mouth? " "Oh, I see."
I was naive, pure and happy in my childhood. Now that I think about it, it's really an odd thing. 2. Pupils make * * * marshmallows in the fifth grade for hundreds of children
Making marshmallows
The interesting things of childhood are like countless stars in the sky, and one thing has been deeply in my mind. Whenever I think of it, I will laugh to myself.
when I was six years old. One morning, my mother took me to her friend's house to play, and an enthusiastic aunt took me to buy a cotton candy. That marshmallow is white, so delicious! I still want to eat after eating, but my mother says I can't eat too many sweets. I had no choice but to stop eating. In fact, I already had an idea.
when I got home in the evening, my mother put me aside and started cooking. I sneaked into the room, took out the quilt, unzipped it and pulled out a lot of cotton. I zipped it up again and put it back carefully. I quietly came to the faucet to wet the cotton, but at first glance, it didn't look like it, right! Cotton candy should be sweet, and sugar should be put in it. I took the sugar away quietly when my mother wasn't looking. So I put sugar in it and dried it, but no matter how I eat it, it's not the same as what I bought. What's going on here? At this time, I was really a "two-legged monk-scratching my head". When my mother saw it, I had to confess helplessly. My mother was in distress and touched my head and said, "Silly child".
although it has been so many years, I still remember it vividly! On the weekend, my mother and I were walking in the square and saw a stall surrounded by many people. I leaned over and found that it was actually an uncle selling my favorite cotton candy.
marshmallows are made by a machine like a pot. The shape of this "pot" is very strange, because there is a small disk in the middle of it.
I saw my uncle lighting a fire, heating the "pot", adding a spoonful of white sugar to the disk, and then turning the small disk in the middle of the "pot". The white sugar was slowly heated and melted into syrup. The temperature of the syrup is getting higher and higher, and the rotation speed of the small disk in the "pot" is getting faster and faster. Finally, because of the high temperature, the syrup in the small disk floats out like "smoke", and when it floats out, it solidifies into sugar shreds when it meets air colder than it. The process of changing white sugar into sugar shreds is like a magician's masterpiece.
Uncle wound these sugar filaments around a small stick. These sugar filaments danced up and down, and the stick also danced round and round. These sugar filaments were wound into a cotton. According to my mother, she also liked to eat cotton candy when she was a child. Cotton candy is the best memory of my mother's generation when I was a child.
I took a big cotton candy and couldn't wait to take a big bite. The cotton candy was soft and sweet, and it melted when it touched my tongue. It was really delicious. When I was about to take the second bite, I found my mother looking at me and smiling happily. I suddenly realized that marshmallows had a wonderful childhood for my mother, so I handed them to my mother's mouth, and the marshmallows stuck to her nose and cheeks. My mother and I laughed together, and my mother hugged me and pressed her face tightly to my face, as if she were back to childhood.
Now, there are too few people selling marshmallows. I wish I could eat marshmallows every day. My mother is so happy every day. 4. How to write marshmallows in summer childhood
The interesting stories of childhood are like countless stars in the sky, and one of them has been deeply engraved in my mind. Whenever I think of it, I will laugh to myself.
I was seven years old at that time, and it happened to be winter. It was freezing and snowing. One morning, my mother took me to my grandmother's house to play. Walking in the street, there are many people buying cotton candy. My mother bought me one. Ah, it was really delicious, which left me with endless aftertaste. I still want to eat after eating, but my mother said not to eat too many sweets, which will lead to tooth decay. I have no choice but to stop eating. Actually, I already have a plan in my heart.
When I got home in the evening, my mother put me aside and started cooking. Then I quietly came to the back room, took out a quilt, made a lot of cotton from the quilt, and carefully put the quilt back inside. Then I secretly wet the cotton with water, but at first glance, I still don't think it looks like it. Yes, marshmallows are sweet. You should put more sugar in them. So, I went to the kitchen again and poured a spoonful of sugar into the wet cotton while my mother was not paying attention. Then, I went to the stove and dried my homemade marshmallows. After a while, the marshmallow I made was finally dried. I couldn't wait to eat it, but it didn't taste good. It was not as delicious as the one I bought. What's going on here? Maybe it's because I'm not good at making marshmallows. As it happens, my mother saw my move and asked me, "What are you doing?" At this time, I had to tell my mother exactly what happened. My mother cried and laughed after listening, touching my head and saying, "You are such a fool!" "
although it has been many years, I really feel a little silly now that I think about it. 5. I love marshmallow composition
When you see this topic, you must think that I am a "greedy girl", but that is all wet! "Marshmallow" is just a little rabbit.
this summer, my mother and I went shopping. I saw a group of people in a place. Curiosity drove me to squeeze in and have a look. Oh! It turned out to be buying a white rabbit again! More and more people came here, so I begged my mother to buy me one. Because it looks like an active "marshmallow", I named it "marshmallow."
"marshmallow" is very cute, so I often feed him grass to make him strong. After dinner, "marshmallow" likes to jump around in the yard, just like a jumping snowball. After I finish eating, when reading under the tree, he rolls to my side and basks in the sun lazily.
His whole body is covered with snow-white hair, which feels soft, and his ruby-like eyes twinkle in the sunshine. Although "marshmallows" are very docile, they are afraid when they meet strangers.
If a stranger touches him, he will be scared out of his wits and run away. But as soon as he sees his master, he puts his front grip on my hand and blinks, as if to say, "Master, master, you are finally here!" I love "marshmallow", because he is docile and lovely, so I love my "marshmallow!" . 6. sentences describing marshmallows
1. He put a wooden stick on the round mouth above the machine and kept adding saccharin to the bottom of the machine. A strange thing happened: wisps of white "clouds" floated from the round mouth and stuck to the wooden stick layer by layer. The stall owner kept turning the stick in his hand. In a short time, a huge cotton candy was made.
2. I took a bite of marshmallow, which was sweet and sticky. My mouth was full of sugar.
3. I paid the money, and the old man who bought the sugar took a bamboo stick and sprinkled a handful of sugar. Suddenly, the sugar turned into shredded sugar and floated upward, just wrapped on the stick, and the entanglement became bigger and bigger.
4. marshmallows really live up to their reputation, soft as cotton, with some scattered sugar on them. It's hard to imagine that this is a "handicraft" made of white sugar.
5. I couldn't resist the temptation. I took a bite of marshmallow, which was sweet and sticky. As soon as it entered my stomach, it became syrup. I ate it one after another, and my mouth was full of sugar.
6. A magical thing happened. The baked sugar flew out of the machine like layers of gauze. The vendor took out a thin piece of wood and wrapped them layer by layer to form a big ball-like, white, fluffy and fragrant cotton candy.
7. I will never forget the taste of chewing cotton candy for the first time. My whole face was buried in it, and I took a big bite. The cotton candy quickly melted into a slight icing in my mouth, and I swallowed it in surprise, and that's it.
8. Cotton candy looks attractive, but caramel looks better.
9. There is nothing more tempting than eating marshmallows and sugar cakes.
1. Get together and smell it. The marshmallows have a faint fragrance that is refreshing.
11. marshmallows really live up to their reputation. They are soft as cotton, with some scattered sugar on them.
12. You can taste it soon! You can bite it a little bit, pull out filaments, and let them slowly melt in your mouth, melting into a My Sweetie flavor. That's great. I'm thinking about it, and my saliva is coming up again.
13. I took the marshmallow. Suddenly, a sweet smell came to my nose. I slowly turned the stick in my hand and enjoyed the marshmallow from different angles.
14. This marshmallow is surprisingly white, dazzling white. Like a cloud floating in the sky; Like a mass of snow falling in winter; Like a cotton blooming in autumn.
15. This marshmallow is so fluffy and soft, as if you will sink in when you touch it. When the wind blows, it seems that it will float away.
16. I gently touched the marshmallow with my mouth, and it immediately sank into a small piece. I sipped my lips, and suddenly, a kind of sweetness that I had never seen before spread on the tip of my tongue, touching every taste cell.
17. But the sweetness is fleeting and so sweet and attractive. I couldn't help burying half my face in marshmallows.
18. I gulped the licker and enjoyed the wonderful feeling that the marshmallow melted gently on my tongue.
19. marshmallows are unique memories of childhood. The loose and soft taste, the smoky shape, and the white and fluffy appearance all make me nostalgic and unforgettable.
2. When I was a child, I liked to stare at the marshmallow master making marshmallows. When he stepped on his feet, the bucket was full of snow-white marshmallows, which got bigger and bigger.
21. Although cotton candy is filamentous, it is made of a granular crystal-sucrose. 7. Write a composition
Naive Me
When I was a child, I was very naive, and I regarded the white clouds in the sky as soft cotton candy. I often ask my mother for cotton candy. My mother said to me, "Where can I get cotton candy for you?" I said to my mother, "what was white that day was cotton candy." Just take it off. " This sentence made my mother laugh, but I was still there, stupidly wondering why my mother laughed.
When I went to my grandmother's house in autumn, I squatted on a dry concrete floor and played house. Nobody knows except me. At dinner time, I said to my elders, "I want to give you an unprecedented gift." The elders were very curious. When I took it out, the elders also laughed. It turned out to be a "dish" made of some leaves and petals. At that time, naive I scratched my head, very confused.
autumn is full of fruits, which is the season I can't wait for. In autumn, I urged my mother to go to the market to buy fruit. When my mother bought fruit from the market, I took a lot of fruit to the small room to "ponder". It's time to go to bed. I put the "pondered" fruit on the plate to honor my parents. When mom and dad saw it, they were in distress situation. It's a "snack" in which all kinds of fruits are put in wooden bowls and then mashed with something. At that time, I was more confused.
ah! I was naive when I was a child.