"Ding dong ding dong", oh, went out to buy groceries mom came back. "Pop" I opened the door and looked at the dishes my mom bought, too rich! There were leeks, eggs, scallops, and big ribs. Wow! All my favorite dishes! A delicious meal seems to appear in front of my eyes.
"Go to beat two eggs, yoyo." "Okay!" I quickly agreed, then "da da da da" a smoke run into the kitchen. "Bang, bang" I first cracked the eggs on the side of the bowl two times, and then force a break, "snap" yellow yolk and white egg white slipped into the bowl. "I picked up my chopsticks and started stirring the egg mixture. "Ta" "Ta", mom picking vegetables can be really sharp, in a short time to pick the leeks to the good. Mom unscrewed the faucet, "wow wow wow ......" the faucet sang a happy song. Mom put the wash basin filled with water, give leeks a painful bath. Then, put them on the cutting board, "da da da da da da" hand knife down, three five removed two, leeks instantly was "broken into pieces".
Mom turned around and "snapped" open the gas stove. Set up a pan, pour a little oil into the pan, and so the temperature of the oil rose, the eggs poured into it. "The eggs bubbled and turned into an omelet in a moment. Mom used a spatula to cut the omelet into small pieces, stir-fried it and put it on a plate. Then she put some oil in the pan, and when the pan was hot, she poured the chopped leeks into the pan. "This time, there was a much louder sound. I was startled, and then I looked at my mom, who was stir-frying the leeks unhurriedly. The oil was like an enthusiastic elf doing a happy dance with the leeks. Huh? I found that the original spirit of the leeks, now become "downcast". Mom lost no time to put a little seasoning in the pan, and just scrambled eggs also poured in, slightly stir-fried a few times, then began to plate. Then she started to cook something else. I as mom's little helper, also kept busy, only to hear the ear from time to time, "giggle giggle", "zero clunk" "bang bang bang" sound.
In a short while, four dishes and a soup was completed under the hands of mom. I can't help but salivate at the tantalizing dishes on the table. "Dinner is ready!" A symphony of pots and pans ended with my impatient yell.
2. Pots and pansPots and pans
Sunday morning, while I was still asleep, there was a "ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding" sound from the kitchen.
I rolled out of bed and ran to the kitchen to see that my grandmother was frying! I thought it was a pianist playing! At that moment, there was a drumming sound in the living room, and I wondered again: who was drumming? At first glance, it turned out to be Grandpa knocking on the bowl with chopsticks! At this time, my father and mother also got up to join in the fun. Our whole family into this happy atmosphere, Grandpa is responsible for "drumming", Grandma is responsible for "playing the piano", my mom and I to sing, Dad had to come to dance.
The whole family laughed at my father's dancing. The father's *** twisted and twisted, as if a clown, cute.
We spent a happy morning in laughter. Today at noon mom and dad were not at home, so I had to cook by myself again.
I opened the refrigerator, took out the iron lunch box, and walked to the kitchen. As I was walking, my foot suddenly broke, and the lunch box fell to the ground with a "pop" sound.
I had to pick up the lunch box and walk towards the kitchen. I suddenly realized that there was a bowl of vegetables in the iron basin! I was so hungry that I picked up the bowl of vegetables and put it into the rice cooker, "crash, bang" "ding ding", oops! These two pairs of nasty chopsticks, a pair of naughty from the iron pot jumped to the ground, the other pair of nasty knocked down the bowl, even the iron pot also fell, really double play ah! I immediately picked up the chopsticks, "thump", this sound scared me a big jump, will not fall again, right? A closer look and realized that it was the iron lunch box I was holding in my hand that touched the floor to make the sound ah! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that.
Finally, I poured the rice into the rice cooker, and I was about to put the vegetables in it, when suddenly, "Boom," the lid of the pot fell down again. Finally, the vegetables and rice are put in, great, just wait a little bit on the line ...... rice is finally cooked.
I pounced on the rice cooker like a hungry wolf and couldn't wait to open the lid with my hand. The heat is like a white butterfly suddenly "flying" out, "bang" "Ouch, hot me."
Finally, I armed myself with two gloves on my right hand. I was ecstatic as I brought the dish to the table.
"Knock, knock, knock" I ran to the kitchen to see the chopsticks fell again, I was picking up the chopsticks, "bang" the sound of the chopsticks I was so scared that I took the chopsticks to run to the living room, and then ran to the kitchen to see the original is the culprit of the pot cover and fell. I'm not sure what I'm talking about! This meal is a symphony of pots and pans! In the symphony I think cooking is really difficult! At noon, mom went into the kitchen as usual, happy to burn vegetables to go.
I saw my mother first opened the tap, the water "wow" sang a happy song. Cabbage in the "shower room" in a cool bath, and was mom "please" on the "torture chamber" --- The board, "broken into pieces".
In the mom's "da da da da" in the sound of cutting vegetables, cabbage, "cha cha cha cha" pain ***, out of the light green juice. Mom turned to open the hood, gas stove, gas stove fierce "fire", "tick, tick, boom!" Then, the gas stove "fire".
But my mother is not afraid of its fire, quickly put the pot to the head of "Mr. Fire". Then, she poured salad oil into the pot, and the oil "sizzled" in the pot and danced happily in the "waltz".
At the same time, my mother invited the cabbages to the pot to steam a "sauna", cabbages in the pot to lie comfortably, and the soup also "gulp gulp" accompanied by my mother also from time to time in the pot stir fry. Finally, mom and "sizzle -" a steam after the "sauna" of cabbage "wow" a brain The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what I'm doing and how I'm going to do it.
"Dinner is served! Dinner is ready!" With my mom's shout, a "symphony of pots and pans" came to an end. My family has a lot of cookware and tableware, such as: rice cooker, induction cooker, microwave oven, iron pot, pressure cooker, chopsticks, spoons, bowls, plates, forks ...... My family also has a set of particularly beautiful dishes, is that my mother spent more than four hundred yuan to buy, not to New Year's Eve when the mother is not willing to take out to use.
Before dinner, mom was off work and went into the kitchen and started the symphony of pots and pans. Just listen to the "wow" sound, mom poured the rice into the basin, only to hear the "sand sand sand" "wow wow wow" sound, mom put the clean rice into the rice cooker, plus the right amount of water, "click", "click", "click", "click", "click", "click", "click", "click", "click", "click", "click", "click", "click", "click", "click". "Click" sound, pressed the button of the rice cooker.
"Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow. Just listen to the "snap" sound, the pump issued a "boom" sound, mom is ready to start frying.
The oil is hot, mom put the peppers into the pot, only to hear "crackling" sound, like firecrackers, followed by mom put the vegetables into the pot, "chuffing chuffing" stir fry. With this, the rice cooker is also happy song up, the pot of water bubbles "gulp gulp" straight up, this is the kitchen symphony of the most majestic time, but also the mother is the busiest time.
Accompanied by a "ding ding ding ding" "giggle giggle giggle giggle" sound, mom put the dishes fried. "Let's eat!" The lively pots and pans concert in the mother's voice ended, I feel this moment home especially warm.
Today, when I came home from school, my father had already bought vegetables. I opened the basket to see, wow, really sumptuous ah! There are pork, potatoes, beans, scallions ...... I smiled, thinking, today there are delicious again.
After a while, Dad began to cook. He picked up the apron, "wow" a shake, tied at the waist, hand unscrewed the faucet, only to see a water dragon, "wow" rushed out. Now began to cut vegetables, dad skillfully hold tight knife, "da da da" cut down, suddenly, a strip of shredded meat, a party square potatoes, under his hands like magic appeared.
Cutting the vegetables, Dad began to formally burn the vegetables. He "snapped" a screw open the gas stove, the blue fire immediately "hoo" a burst out.
Dad set up the pot, pour a little oil, at once, the pot "crackling" lively. After a while, the oil did not sound, a wisp of smoke.
Dad picked up the vegetables, quickly poured into the pot, only to hear "pricked" a sound, Dad quickly picked up the spatula.
3. Pots and pans fight for creditOne day, when the hosts went to rest after dinner, the kitchen utensils argued.
The chopsticks said, "What's so great about you, I am more important than you, without me rice and vegetables can not be eaten." The chopper said, "I can cut the vegetables smaller, otherwise they are too big for people to eat."
The cutting board said, "Without me you will cut the table." The pan says: "Without me you can't fry the vegetables."
The spatula said, "Without me the dishes will fry badly." They argued about it.
The next day, when cutting vegetables, the knife everything, the cutting board ran, a knife cut to the table. When stir-frying, when the stove is on fire, the pot runs away.
Sheng a bowl of rice, chopsticks to the bowl. Make a mess, the master had to go outside to eat.
In the end, they realized that no one could live without the other. On the third day, they worked very well together and played a symphony of pots and pans.
4. How to Write a Composition on Listening to Pots and PansEveryone in my family knows how to play the "Symphony of Pots and Pans", do you want to hear it? Would you like to hear it? If so, read on!
Symphony of Moms
On a weekend night, my mom said, "I'm going to bring out the best in me and make you some chicken wings for dinner." "Yeah!" My sister and I raised our hands in approval. Mom immediately began to play the symphony, if you see her wind speed ah! If you saw the speed at which she rolled up the clouds, your mouth would be bigger than a watermelon. The whole kitchen would be filled with the aroma of chicken wings while mom was playing, making your mouth water. When my mom finally finished playing, I immediately picked up my chopsticks and ate the chicken wings in one big bite, while my sister shouted, "Don't eat it all! Leave some for me!" The words have not yet fallen, sister also picked up chopsticks to participate in the "battle", in a short while, the kitchen came to the joy of laughter.
Symphony of Dad
Dad's music is not bad, but he always treats salt as sugar and vinegar as soy sauce. LOL! Let's take the following incident as an example: that day at noon, mom was not at home." I swoon! Alas! I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get my hands on the chopsticks to join in the fight, but I'm going to be able to get my hands on the chopsticks to join in the fight. "Eating my sister's food ah, do not want to learn to cook: that day at noon! I asked KFC to deliver? The older sister in my thinking about this issue. In the evening, I just had a bite of omelette? When did our Missy know how to cook? Mom said, "I'm going to bring out my must-have for dinner today! Because I am too lazy, mom is not at home, and will take you out to eat my family everyone will play "pots and pans symphony": "want to eat what you ask me how I did not play the song, if you see her that wind roll speed ah! Haha!" "Yeah. When mom plays a song!" Before the words even left my mouth, the entire kitchen would be filled with the smell of chicken wings. Mom finally finished playing the song!" I said, "Hey, I asked what we had for lunch, "Why is this egg sweet, I'll tell you, I immediately copied the chopsticks and picked up the chicken wings, so that you "drooled down three thousand feet"?" Dad suddenly realized?" "It's a delicacy bought with my sister's personal money. Mom and Dad were not at home. Sister paid for it and used the vinegar as soy sauce."
My family's "symphony of pots and pans" is over." This is my father's tune, not long after: "Why is this rape so sour ah, not long after!" My sister and I raised our hands in approval, my sister shouted from the side: "You can not eat all, but he will always take the salt as sugar, but I did not expect, see you so sincere: lazy king! Quasi would earn his mouth bigger than a watermelon. Dad pretended to be surprised and asked, you want to hear my symphony just wait for the next time, the kitchen came the sound of joyful laughter.
Symphony of Dad
Dad's tune was not played too hard. Alas.
Symphony of Sisters
The other day: 'I'm not getting it wrong again, am I?' Ahem! Take the following thing as an example, when did my sister become so generous, only to let my father to be the "family cook", KFC came to my house, called the phone. Mom immediately began to play the symphony?" Then my sister also called up, and I took a big bite? What? Leave some for me, so? But, you know, Mom and Dad came back and said, "No, you want to hear it. I was nicknamed by my mom, and my sister said, "I ate it all in one big bite! If you want to continue to see it, it called up, you think that song is better to listen to it! Really, I would not have been easy to tell others!
Symphony of Mom
I'll make you some chicken wings for dinner this weekend
5. How to Write an Essay on "Listening to Pots and Pans"Everyone in my family knows how to play the "Symphony of Pots and Pans", would you like to hear it? Would you like to hear it? If so, read on!
Symphony of Moms
On a weekend night, my mom said, "I'm going to bring out the best in me and make you some chicken wings for dinner." "Yeah!" My sister and I raised our hands in approval. Mom immediately began to play the symphony, if you see her wind speed ah! If you saw the speed at which she rolled up the clouds, your mouth would be bigger than a watermelon. The whole kitchen would be filled with the aroma of chicken wings while mom was playing, making your mouth water. When my mom finally finished playing, I immediately picked up my chopsticks and ate the chicken wings in one big bite, while my sister shouted, "Don't eat it all! Leave some for me!" The words have not yet fallen, my sister also picked up chopsticks to participate in the "battle", in a short while, the kitchen came to the sound of joy and laughter.
Symphony of Dad
Dad's music is not bad, but he always treats salt as sugar and vinegar as soy sauce. LOL! Take the following incident as an example: that day at noon, mom is not at home, only to let dad to be the "family cook", but did not expect, I just ate a mouthful of fried eggs, then called up: "How is this egg sweet ah?" Then my sister also shouted: "Why is this rape so sour?" Dad suddenly realized, "I can't be wrong again! Alas! Broke and broke, I have to take you guys out to eat again." That's my dad's tune, alas.
Symphony of Sisters
A few days ago, mom and dad were not at home, my sister said to me, "What do you want to eat? I'll call KFC to send it to me! I'll have KFC deliver it!" When did my sister become so generous? While I was thinking about this, my sister made the call, and in a short while, KFC arrived at my house. My sister paid the money and took a big bite with me. In the evening, mom and dad came back and asked what we had for lunch. "I ate my oldest sister's food!" I said. Dad pretended to be surprised and asked, "No way? When did our Missy know how to cook?" "It's a gourmet food bought with my oldest sister's private money la! Really."
Now that my symphony of pots and pans is over, which one do you think sounds better? What, you're asking me why I didn't play a song? Ahem, this, I would not easily tell others, see you so sincere on the part of, I will tell you. I was given a nickname by my mom: Lazy King! Because I'm too lazy to learn how to cook, so if you want to hear my symphony, wait for next time! Haha!
6. Who Wrote The Symphony of Pots and PansThe Symphony of Pots and Pans (1983) Production Credits Crew
TENG Wen-ji. Director
TENG Wen-ji .... Screenplay
Jiang Zilong. Original Story
Zhao Haifu. Cinematography
Zhang Zi'en. Artwork
Li Yaodong . Composer
Dang Cunzhu . Sound engineer
Chen Dali . Editing
Lu Chengshun . Lighting
Zhang Tao . Editing
Ni Zhen . Art Director
Weng Lu Ming . Assistant Director
Nie Tiezu . Assistant Cinematographer
Sun Wei . Makeup
Weissel Ping. Costume Director
Yao Qihe. Props
Wei Jian Dong . Props
Yunfu Huang. Setting
Yang Mingwen . Dubbing
Liu Tang. Producer
Shaanxi Orchestra . Accompanist
Chou Ming-de . Conductor
7. Please take "home" as the topic, write a composition, content customized, genre is not limited, the topic of their own,Family Symphony
I have a happy family of three, where every day, a different pots and pans symphony is played.
My dad is a very serious man, although he occasionally jokes with me, but as soon as he puts on his face, I do not even dare to utter a breath, this is not, last week I accidentally touched the dragon's face.
"Don't play, it's time for homework." "Oops, I know." Mom's voice is like a repeater, from the end of dinner to now, said at least five times, really annoying. I took a bottle of yogurt, slowly walked into the bedroom, sat at the table for a while to daze before starting to write homework.
"Mom, come here for a second." The words just fell, mom appeared in front of my eyes like a gust of wind, "How to do this question ah?" Mom bent down, seriously read up the question, I was on the sidelines leisurely drink up yogurt, mom look at me like this, can not help but fire, "you put it down, not allowed to drink it!"
I was not convinced, and loudly retorted "I'm fine, why can't I drink milk!"
"You can't think about this question for yourself!"
"I don't know!"
Mom and I argued more and more intense, Dad heard the sound of the rush, quickly walked up, grabbed my hands of yogurt, "pop", yogurt was thrown far away, see this, I was stunned, tears came out of the socket.
"What's the matter, what are you crying for, are you feeling aggrieved, look at what attitude you just had towards your mom, where there is such a thing as talking to elders!" Dad's voice is not big, but very firm, there is an irresistible power.
Thinking about it, it's time for the exams, mom and dad can put up with me, let me more and more do not know the sky is thick, words and deeds too arrogant. Lifting my head, I sincerely said, "I'm sorry, mom and dad, I was wrong!"
Seeing me know wrong, Dad's wrinkled brow slowly relaxed, but still a serious face turned away. Dad, it is you who guided my daughter on the road of growth will not lose her way, thank you dad!
Weekend at home, while writing homework out of the rest of the work, I picked up the cucumber on the table, solemnly said to my mom, "I want to open the concert, you give me when the audience it!" Mom helplessly smiled, nodded his head as a yes, so I cleared my throat, forget me to sing, a song ended, I saw my mom sitting on the couch, forced to hold back laughter, tears are coming out, "What's wrong, I'm not good at singing?" "Good, great!" Said mom exaggeratedly clapped her hands, but also a face of worship said: "Give me an autograph!" I couldn't help it, and laughed with my mom. I'd like to thank my mom for always making me laugh when I'm tired of studying.
How about a symphony in my house?
8. Writing with Elephant WordsMy hard-working father got into the kitchen, put on his apron and sleeves, and started to make dinner, a symphony of pots and pans to be played. Just listen to the "croak" sound, Dad opened the switch of the liquefied petroleum gas stove, the cylinder gas is sufficient, the fire is adjusted to a large fire, the flame is straight up, it is "coaxing" sound. Then, Dad skillfully put the frying pan on, pour in oil, a moment, the ear came "crackling" sound. When the oil temperature rises, the water runs out, the pan a little sound is gone. I saw my father pick up a big carp that he had prepared in advance and put it into the frying pan. There was a sound of "giggling" and smoke came out of the frying pan. When the fish was browned on both sides, Dad poured on the yellow wine, soy sauce and other condiments, and then put the lid on the pot. "Five minutes passed, and the pot of braised fish was ready. Dad from the cupboard "bang bang bang" out of a ceramic basin, filled with just fried braised carp.
Dad boiled braised carp, next to fry the cabbage. Dad first from the refrigerator out of the cabbage, and then turn on the faucet, the faucet will be "wow, wow, wow, wow" sang a song, to the tender green cabbage bath. Dad "Zizi" poured the cabbages into the frying pan. He kept stirring them with a spatula, and the spatula and the bottom of the wok greeted each other affectionately. "After a minute, Dad put in the spices, and then from the cupboard "bang bang bang" out of a ceramic pot, served on the freshly fried cabbage.
Accompanied by a "ding ding ding ding, giggle giggle giggle" music, a table of small dishes like magic in front of me. There are garlic sausage, steamed pork, chicken thighs, beef fried carrots, plus a pot of pork ribs and radish soup. Looking at this plate of delicious dishes, smelling this burst of tantalizing aroma, my mouth is "clattering" flow "three thousand feet", I really want to immediately these delicious dishes all eat into the mouth.
9. Symphony of love essay 800Life is a song, a symphony of love full of warmth and sweetness.
"Hubby, hand me the scissors." Mom was shouting at Dad again. I accidentally Wang over there a glance, only to see Dad quickly picked up the scissors, turned the pointed end to himself, handing the end of the hand to Mom. I was secretly surprised in my heart, and the need to be so careful? Before I came back to my senses, I heard a cry of surprise from my dad. Originally, mom did not lift his head to take the scissors accidentally hurt dad's hand, blood has flowed out, mom heard the sound of abruptly stand up to help dad deal with the wound. I finally understand why Dad turned the tip to himself, my heart is full of joy and touched. He knew that the tip was dangerous, but he turned it toward himself. This unintentional action was his love for mom! I confessed in the play that when I usually hand someone scissors, how did I not notice that the pointy end can make people hurt?
While experiencing my dad's love for my mom, I also discovered my baby's love for my mom.
Looking out the window at the pounding rain, thinking of the mother who is on her way home, I can not stop worrying about his safety. "Click," I quickly turned back and ran to the door. Only to see my mom all wet, not a mess. I quickly grabbed the towel that was waiting for me to wipe my mom's hair. I felt something was wrong, and while wiping, I looked around: where did the baby go? Just as I was thinking, my little baby held a cup of hot tea and said, "Mommy, drink it quickly, it will warm you up, so you won't catch a cold." The childish voice was full of care. Mom carefully took the tea, face overflowing with happiness that could not be hidden.
My baby's "love" for me is different from my mom's. Her love for me is special.
The two of us seem to have been enemies in a previous life, and we have been arguing non-stop from our previous life to this one. "Dot, go get me a glass of water." I said habitually. "Don't, you have not no hands and feet, go by yourself." She lazily refused me. So, over the matter of pouring water got into something else, and we both argued until we couldn't stand it. When we were done, our heads were each tilted to the side and neither one of us ignored the other. I went back to my room and started to write my homework, taking out my anger on the school. As I was writing, Dot gently opened the door and stuck her head in, "Sis, I was wrong." I was amused by this cute little action. I said in a serious manner, "If you know you are wrong, pour a glass of milk over here." "Yes! Yes." After saying that, she closed the door. I looked at the door gently brought by her to start to stay, I think, our feelings are more and more quarrel better and better.
This is a symphony of love in my home, overflowing with strong love, so that I am y involved.
10. Essay on the topic of bitterness and joy to write a 600-word essay style customizedThe taste of life The music of life - a symphony of pots and pans.
The colors of life - red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. Then the taste of life is naturally sweet and sour, bitter, spicy and salty.
If you don't believe me, then go and experience it! The acidic feeling Alas, the chagrin of the language, annoying math, this test must have failed. The results were announced, the teacher's smile sour, our noses sour, the teacher's words sour, our eyes sour, as if everyone's mouth is chewing a green olive.
"What's the use of crying exams do not believe in tears." The class president said to his classmates.
"Yes, dry your tears, find yourself and move forward, a failure is nothing!" Perhaps later it is this green olive will make us recall! Sweet enjoyment "wow ......" applause ringing in my ears, my heart is happy, more than a year of hard work has not been wasted, my calligraphy finally won the award. Listening to the congratulations of my classmates, a sweet feeling was born in my heart.
On the way home from school, the birds called how crisp, the flowers bloomed how colorful, the river flowed how cheerful, they are also sharing this sweet, I accelerate the pace, I want to bring this sweet happiness to mom and dad. Bitter taste Sweet taste has, bitter taste more.
Learning life is a bitter feeling. This is not, the math teacher left two blackboard homework just finished copying, the language teacher brought another paper, the teacher said: "to digest."
It is really "boundless homework Xiao Xiao down, endless examination paper rolled." There are not many students who do not stick out their tongues and pull long faces, bitter ah bitter! Spicy experience "Wow, the test is so good!" There was a hint of spice in the students' words.
I bowed my head and looked at the bright red score on the test paper, not knowing whether to be happy or sad. The teacher was still praising me for doing well.
"Hmph!" Some classmates mouth glanced, eyes slanted, and some classmates looked at me suspiciously ...... I buried my head even lower, I do not want to see my classmates that *** hot eyes. But my face was unusually hot, like chili sauce rubbed the same.
How to do I finally summoned the courage, a grabbed that dishonorable score ground paper to the teacher. I don't want to experience the flavor of spicy again.
Life is a cup of tea, to be savored. Sour, sweet, bitter and spicy, red, yellow, blue and green, weaving life into a sweet song, a colorful painting.
Let's go to experience, you will find it is colorful. o(∩_∩)O, I hope it is helpful to you, hope to adopt.