In daily study, work or life, everyone has written compositions, and they must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. With the help of compositions, we can improve our language organization skills. So have you ever understood composition? Below is the taste composition for the second grade of junior high school that I compiled for you. I hope it can help you. Taste Grade 2 Composition 1
Food is the most important thing, and the fireworks in my hometown are nothing more than the various delicacies.
Step into the prosperous ancient city of Chaozhou and feel the different characteristics in the rings of history. Turn left into an alley, and at the end is a small shop with yellow lights. I want a cup of duck shit-scented Dancong milk tea and taste the collision of tradition and innovation. The fragrance of milk covers up the bitterness of the tea, and the amount of sugar is just right. The fragrance is refreshing. .
Walking out of the alley and turning right, the hot pot restaurant surrounded by white smoke is my favorite. Since ancient times, hot pot has been divided into two schools, and Chaoshan beef hot pot is one of them. In the early morning, fresh yellow beef is delivered to the store. After the chefs cut each part, they hang it above the stove, waiting for people to patronize.
Stepping into the store, I found a seat and sat down. I asked for a clear soup pot and a hand-beaten beef ball. Each one was round and red, lying plumply on the plate. With a spoon, Put them into the boiling soup, watch them tumbling in the pot, and gradually surface, until they are as big as ping pong balls. Pick them up immediately, dip them in the Chaoshan special sand tea sauce, put them in your mouth and take a bite. The sweet and fresh gravy immediately fills your mouth, and the salty aroma of the satay sauce brings out the delicious flavor of the beef. The beef that has been hammered for thousands of times is especially elastic and jumps between the teeth. The deliciousness of the beef fills the house. The taste of hometown is nothing more than this.
Let’s have another piece of snowflake beef. The meat slices are crystal clear, with red and white veins like marble. Use chopsticks to pick up a piece, put it in the pot and gently swing it for a few seconds to quickly pick it up. The meat is just cooked and fresh. , tender and smooth, dipped in sand tea sauce, it melts in your mouth, it is simply the best in the world.
After eating, have a bowl of sea stone flowers, drink a bowl of old fragrant yellow, and taste the unique taste of your hometown in the sweet, salty and fresh food.
Dancong, beef hot pot, sea stone flower, and Laoxianghuang constitute the mouth and stomach of Chaoshan people. They are the yearning for Chaoshan among many tourists and the link between their homesickness. Taste Grade 2 Composition 2
Sunshine is the source of life, it brings light and warmth to everything in the world. The sun always illuminates my hazy dreams in the morning. I like the moment when I stand in front of the window and fall into the embrace of the sunshine; I like to hold the sunshine in my hands and let it dance in the palm of my hand; I also like to squint my eyes and let the sunshine weave rainbows between my eyelashes like I did when I was a child. . In my heart, sunshine exists as a taste. Although there is no sunshine, its taste is still preserved in my memory.
Grandma is moving the newly made quilt to the yard to let the quilt receive the baptism of sunshine. I broke off a new leaf from a tree and played with it in my hands. The sunlight shuttles between the leaves, flickering, sometimes soft, sometimes a little dazzling. Several chaffinches bathed in the sunshine, composing music for the sunshine from time to time, and their feathers changed colors in the breeze. Looking at the sunshine scattered everywhere, I inadvertently asked my grandma: "Grandma, does the sunshine smell?" "Of course!" Grandma shook the quilt and said with a smile, "Child, come and smell it carefully. Sunshine is the taste of warmth and happiness." Obviously, I was not satisfied with grandma's answer. How could it taste warm and happy? I didn't ask any more questions. I dropped the leaf and let it sway in the breeze and sunshine.
After lunch, I was going to take a nap in the room with its back to the sun. At this time, grandma carried the quilt in the yard back into the house. "Child, come and try, see if it's very warm?" The quilt fell lightly on my body like a feather, and the remaining warmth filled my body in an instant. At the same time, a familiar yet unfamiliar smell enveloped me. Is it the fragrance of earth or the fragrance of flowers? I suddenly realized that it was the smell of sunshine, but also of warmth and happiness. In this special fragrance, there is grandma's hard work and the smell of love in the quilt. Faintly, falling asleep. Just waiting, the sun turned around and woke me up again.
Sunlight gives nature warmth, and nature gives new life to the source of life. It gives the sun the taste, shape, and color. This is a gift from nature. Whenever I see the sun, I can always smell this smell. Even if there is no sunshine, the taste will take root and sprout in the memory, grow warmth and breed happiness. Taste Essay 3 for the second grade of junior high school
Everyone has their own favorite taste. Maybe what you like is sweet and delicious, maybe what you like is spicy and tangy, but what I like is that Simple and unpretentious with the taste of love.
I rarely go to Anhui to celebrate the New Year. I feel that it is not as good and life is inconvenient. But this time I returned to Anhui under the coercion and inducement of my parents. It is precisely because of this return that I found another flavor of love.
I drove to the door of my house all night and found it. I thought the old man was waiting there, but it turned out to be my grandma. When she learned that I was coming back, she went out to greet me early.
We walked through a rugged path and finally arrived at grandma’s house. After looking at my grandma's vegetable garden, pigsty, and kitchen, my good mood disappeared.
There was always an empty seat on the lunch and dinner tables, and this lasted until the third day.
Grandma seemed to see what I was thinking, so she tried every means to let me eat. .
One day, in the morning, I went to my grandma’s room to look for a new world, but I found that my grandma’s slippers had been replaced. I knew that my grandma had gone out, and it was not until noon that my grandma came back with a bag in one hand.
At noon, my grandma asked me to eat as usual, but I still refused to eat until I heard that there was good food. My eyes immediately lit up and I hurried to the hall. I found that there were not only green vegetables, spinach, and Chinese cabbage on the table, but also a bowl of lean meat soup and a bowl of braised pork.
Seeing all this, there was unstoppable hot liquid on my face. At that moment, I understood everything. My grandma rushed to a place 20 kilometers away early in the morning to buy meat for me to cook.
At this time, I no longer enjoy the hard-won food.
However, my grandma still gave me meat and soup. I was full of regrets and drank the broth. I took a small sip and savored the aftertaste in my mouth. I found that the taste was far better than that in big cities. The delicacies of mountains and seas are much better, because the main ingredient of this dish is love.
Nowadays, I can eat lean meat soup and braised pork anytime and anywhere. However, I can no longer taste the taste of grandma.
Maybe it was the hard-earned meat, maybe it was my grandma’s hard work, maybe it was that simple love, which made me fall in love with the mellow taste. Flavor Grade 2 Composition 4
My hometown is surrounded by mountains. There is only one winding road leading in and out of my hometown. This road bypasses mountains one after another from the foot of the mountain, leaving the hidden secrets behind. Our hometown is connected to the outside world, sending the taste of hometown to the wider world. The taste of hometown is sweet.
My hometown is rich in citrus. Every harvest season, the trees on the mountains around my hometown are covered with sweet oranges. During the harvest season every year, the mountains in my hometown are the busiest. Every household went up the hill, carrying baskets, carrying baskets on their backs, and carrying bags under their arms. Winding all the way from the foot of the mountain to their respective mountains, there are many people on the mountain at this time. Some households even hired a lot of foremen because of the large mountain top. The sounds of people's conversations have been echoing in the mountains. Under the more serious voices of the adults, what makes people happy is the noisy voices of the children.
When I was little, my favorite thing was running in the mountains and in my orange grove. Sweet oranges have always been my happiest memory of my hometown. When I was still young, when I saw oranges hanging from the branches, I would stand on tiptoes and use all my strength to pick the orange, which was the biggest in my eyes.
When I exhausted all my strength and finally picked the orange, I would hold it in one hand and run towards my parents who were picking oranges in the mountains. I would murmur loudly: "I picked the orange. I picked it." We’ve picked oranges!”
In the evening, people carried all the oranges they got home one after another, and then I had a big meal. I never seem to get tired of eating oranges from my hometown. The sweetness in my mouth is my favorite taste. After the oranges in my hometown were processed, large trucks from outside transported the oranges to the outside world one by one. I am very happy because more people will taste the taste of my hometown. How sweet and delicious the oranges in my hometown are. In my heart, the taste of my hometown is sweet. Taste Grade 2 Composition 5
As time goes by, I have changed from a child who is learning Chinese with teeth to a fifth grade primary school student. Is growing up happy? Still worried? I thought that when I grew up, I would appear mature and free. But now, there are more homework, heavier study burden, and more worries.
Every morning, I am woken up by the alarm clock. After that, I heard my mother's urging, "Baby, hurry up! Don't be late for school, be serious in class, and be careful when doing exam papers..." Listening to these words, my ears are about to get calluses! When I went to school, although the teacher didn't say anything, the test papers came one after another like snowflakes. I thought: test, test, test, that is the magic weapon of teachers. Points, points, points are the lifeblood of the students.
I remember once, the teacher gave us another test. In the afternoon, one of the classmates shouted loudly: "The teacher is here to report the scores!" He said Cao Cao, and Cao Cao arrived. The teacher walked into the classroom unhurriedly and said: "**99, **92..." The scores of the students gushes out like spring water, but my name is still not reported, and my heart is in my throat. . At this moment, the teacher cleared his throat and said: "A certain person only got 80 points on the test. He didn't do well." I looked around and all the classmates got the test paper in their hands. That test paper... When I heard this score, Like a thunderbolt from the clear sky, I was stunned!
Finally, after school, I returned home carrying a heavy schoolbag. I lowered my head and handed the exam paper to my mother, hoping to hear her comfort. Because the night before, I also completed the extracurricular homework assigned by my mother. Unexpectedly, she glared at me and left. I feel extremely wronged. Even though I have worked hard, I also want to achieve good results! After eating, I turned on the TV as usual. There was a "pop" sound, and my mother turned off the TV and said fiercely: "You can't watch TV for a week!"
Hey! Just because of an exam, my right to watch TV for a week was taken away. If you do worse in the exam, the consequences may be disastrous. Why! It’s true that the bigger you get, the more troubles you have! Taste for the second grade of junior high school composition 6
The people of our great dynasty all have one most remarkable characteristic - eating. Our dishes are diverse, with eight types of cuisines alone.
But what leaves us with memories is not the countless delicacies, but the most home-cooked dishes in our hometown.
My favorite food is the oily pork cooked by my mother. I remember when I was a child, I was sitting in the living room waiting for the crisp sound of unlocking, and then ran off the sofa without even bothering to put on my shoes. When my mother came in, she smiled on her face and there was a hint of tenderness in her eyes. He would always touch my hair and say: "Why don't you wear shoes? Go to bed quickly." How could I hear such words just now? I waited patiently for my mother to cook my favorite meat. I followed my mother into the kitchen. While she was marinating the meat, she told me how her grandma, who had long since passed away, cooked this dish for her. She put the marinated meat into the pot and splashed it. The hot oil that came out made me hide behind my mother in fear, and she subconsciously took a step forward to block me. When I got tired of looking at it, I went back and sat down. After a while, I ran over to see if it was done. Finally, my mother's voice of "Eat!" came to my ears. I immediately put down what I was doing and ran to the dining table. I looked at the shiny and steaming fried pork. There was no green in it, because she knew that I never liked it. Garlic sprouts.
In the following years, my mother became busier and busier at work, so I had to wait until she finished her work before asking her to cook fried meat for me to eat. But every time I saw her tired body and My bloodshot eyes couldn't bear to ask her to cook anymore, but every time she forced herself to cook for me to eat. No matter she stayed up all night writing a report or just came back from a business trip, she always cooked for me. When I cook, I never feel tired or miss a meal.
Finally, the situation in my mother’s shop is getting better and better. It is no longer as busy day and night as before, but I don’t go home often. The more I buy, the more unique memories I will remember. Yu Xin, this is a taste that only he can create. Taste Grade 2 Composition 7
The roof of the old house is covered with red tiles mixed with ashes, which is dull and boring. When cooking, acrid and pungent white smoke comes out. It is the culprit running towards the clouds from the chimney mouth. Go, and the bamboo leaning against the eaves trembles.
Smoking has always been an annoying person. When I was a kid, I didn't have a good relationship with him. If I went into the kitchen and happened to catch him singing a big show, the hot pot burning with wood fire and the crackling sparks were his props, and the whole room was his stage. Seeing me frowning, pinching my nose, hunching over, and rushing out with my head sullen, he tried his best to make me take a few puffs of cigarette. I couldn't vomit it out. I choked almost to death every time and had to cough out my tears before I stopped.
The grandma who was cooking couldn't see it, so she pretended to drive him away with a cattail leaf fan, and patted my back gently. I saw him slowly circling around the house and slowly exiting the chimney. I breathed a sigh of relief. When she turned around, grandma went into the kitchen again and added charcoal to the stove. It’s grandma’s cough, he’s back again!
That damn smoke!
Grandma’s hair was stained with white smoke. I slapped him with a cattail leaf fan, but he actually made scars on my grandmother’s forehead. He used his fiery method to burn his trousers and bully the wall hiding aside.
Dark and dirty! The smell that burned into the heart was finally wiped away in an accident.
The naughty brother lit the straw piled aside with fire. Unexpectedly, the fire followed the furnace wall, roasted the wall, and scorched everything that had been stained with his taste. He was completely driven away!
The dust on grandma’s hair will surely fall, and the sound of smoke-burnt coughs will definitely disappear. Let the cattail leaf fan that has been working hard for most of its life just rest.
I am secretly happy that I have grown up, and I never see his familiar figure in the kitchen of my new house. Grandma's cattail leaf fan was laid off and became ashes.
If I see him again and pick up the big cattail fan again, I must give him a good look... Taste Essay 8 for the second grade of junior high school
Sugar is sweet, salt is salty, Vinegar is sour... So, what does love taste like? Love is actually made up of countless flavors.
Sweet and Sour
I remember one day, I felt a little pain in my stomach when I woke up in the morning, but I didn’t tell my parents. When I got to school, it was as if I had an electric fan in my stomach. , which turned my stomach upside down and made me feel more and more uncomfortable. The acidic water in my stomach kept rising, and I kept swallowing back. The sweat on my palms also came out. I just heard a "wow" sound, as if I vomited out all my internal organs. Upon seeing this, the teacher hurriedly called my parents. The classmates were all busy. Wu Bingxi and Zheng Junying beat me on the back. Zhao Jiawang and Wang Menglong cleared the ground for me. Teacher, My classmates all greeted me with concern, and I felt so sweet in my heart, it was love. Although I still want to vomit, I will always keep this love in my heart and will never spit it out.
Spicy
My mother is very angry, fiery and resolute. Many times it is my fault. From time to time, my mother will correct my mistakes in a spicy way, although it is a little spicy. , but I still like her very much, because I know: everything she does is for my good, and I’m really not used to it!
Bitterness
“xxx, you did a little poorly in the test this time.” The teacher said to me seriously. I knew my mistake and was very ashamed. But the teacher was not angry, but looked at me with expectant encouragement.
Every time I do well in exams and feel complacent, the teacher always pours cold water on me, which is a little bitter, but I love the teacher because she is for me, so that I can no longer be proud and be humble.
Xian
Wu Bingxi and I love to communicate in ancient Chinese. Once, I wrote a poem with the title "Bean Skip", and Wu Bingxi immediately wrote back a letter: "Today I read the article and found out that someone was not talented and had no choice but to tell me "Dou Ji" because he saw his mistakes. I hope you will check it out." I checked carefully and found out that I was wrong. But I complained to her: "You really don't give me face!" But then I thought about it, helping me correct my mistakes is also a kind of precious love! Salty...
Love is sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, with all five flavors. Our lives are full of love! Taste Grade 2 Composition 9
Life is like rays of sunshine, reflecting your shadow in different periods. At the same time, it is like moonlight, accompanying you in the dark, but the future is an infinite dotted line. Waiting for us to connect one by one and describe our own life.
As for the taste of life, many people will say that sweet, sour, bitter and spicy is its taste, and then they will say in turn what is sour, what is sweet, what is bitter and what is spicy. This is not bad. , I just feel that there is no need to chew it so carefully, because what we taste is just the memory left to us by life, just like we don’t know the taste of durian until we eat it, but we always think it smells bad before eating it, so we shouldn’t Spending too much time dwelling on memories, but we can summarize.
What about leaving it in the future life? In fact, it is not the best choice, but you can plan carefully, because the future is always unknown, so it is better to keep your taste buds until now, chew and taste it, in this case, leave it to us to express various emotions after tasting it You won’t have too much time, but your life will become more and more flavorful.
As for myself, in fact, I should do my best according to my talents; don’t be vain and just be myself. I think this is the true taste of life, but it is limited to myself at this stage. As for the future I don’t know either.
Just like the motto that Mandela practiced throughout his life, if the sky is dark, then live in the dark; if it is dangerous to make a sound, then remain silent; if you feel that you are unable to shine, , then crouch in the corner, but don’t defend the darkness when you are used to it; don’t be proud of your own obscurity; don’t ridicule those who are braver and more passionate than yourself. We can be as humble as dust, but we can’t be twisted like maggots. I think this is the result of chewing and savoring at the same time, and most people have not yet reached such a height, so naturally they cannot appreciate every inch and every centimeter they taste.
But no matter what, everyone has their own tastes. As long as they are tasted by themselves, it is still an attitude of life. Whether it is good or bad, the more types of tastes, Your life will be more exciting.
Smell Essay 10 for the second grade of junior high school
As soon as I stepped into the door, I smelled a fragrance. What's going on today? It smells so good!
I carried my schoolbag and walked upstairs step by step with heavy steps. The fragrance was getting stronger and stronger, ah! It turns out that my mother is cooking something delicious again. What day is it today? "Mom -" Mom immediately turned around, looked me up and down, and said in surprise: "Why are you covered in sweat? Go take a bath and cool down. I made something delicious today!"
It’s time to eat. Today we have braised duck legs and duck soup. I like it the most. I immediately started to eat it hungrily. My mother looked at my embarrassed look with a mouth full of oil, and the corners of her mouth finally showed up. With a smile, he said to me sincerely: "I saw that you were not in good spirits yesterday and said you were tired. I bought duck today because I know you like duck soup and braised duck legs. It took me a long time to make them today. "
Only then did I realize that when I was watching my mother cooking, the sweat on her hair was flowing like water columns due to the hot weather, and the dark circles under her eyes seemed to have been painted with a paintbrush. As thick as
Needless to say, I can also know her mood at this moment... Mom saw the way I looked at her in surprise, and couldn't help laughing again, hurriedly waved her hand and said, "What are you doing?" Come on, eat it quickly, it will be cold if you don’t eat it, and my hard work will be in vain.”
“Don’t you want to eat some yourself?”
"I, I would have eaten several pieces while you were gone!" As she said that, she touched her dry lips thoughtfully.
I can’t ask any more questions. At this moment, I feel that these foods have a unique taste, a unique taste. Flavor Grade 2 Composition 11
Every Saturday morning, I am used to curling up in a comfortable bed. I was daydreaming beautifully, waiting for my mother to wake me up.
Unconsciously I opened my misty eyes, washed myself, opened my schoolbag and did my homework. Every time, my mother would ask me considerately: "What do you want to eat for breakfast?" But I always gave her two words without even looking at my mother: "Whatever."
Mom didn't No matter what I say, a few minutes later, a burst of fragrance filled the room and passed into my nose. Then my stomach rumbled and immediately sent out a signal of "hungry". I saw my mother coming in with two bowls of fried rice cakes with eggs. She knew that I like to eat eggs, so she specially cracked an extra egg for me. I gulped down the delicious food. My mother finished eating quickly. When I was wondering why she ate so fast, my mother scooped all the eggs in her bowl into my bowl. I stopped chewing and looked at my mother, but she said with a smile: "Don't look at it, eat it quickly." The plumeria flowers are full of my mother's strong maternal love, sweet and touching, it is the taste of my mother - strong love. .
At this time, after finishing two homeworks, my mother came in again holding a big bowl. I looked up and couldn't believe my eyes. It was a bowl full of pomegranates. The red and crystal-clear ones are full of plump pomegranate kernels, which my mother peeled off the pomegranates one by one! I grabbed a handful and put it in my mouth. The sweet and sour taste made me intoxicated. Seeing me eating, my mother smiled and said, "Eat slowly, and no one will compete with you." She was looking at me with loving and gentle eyes and smiling.
Every pomegranate contains my mother’s truest love for me. It is my mother’s taste - sweet fragrance.
I have always eaten a lot of delicacies from the mountains and seas outside, but I feel that they are far from as good as my mother’s. I only love my mother’s taste, which is full of love. Flavor Grade 2 Composition 12
“Shanshan, how many days will you have off this time?”
“Five days.”
“Come and see grandma when you have time. "
"There's a lot of homework and I don't have time to go. "
"Then..." Grandma hesitated, leaving only a soft sigh, probably because she was afraid that I would notice. Quickly hung up the phone.
At that time, I didn’t think too much, I just wanted to finish the mountain of homework as soon as possible.
However, as I wrote, the tip of the pen that was sliding rapidly became awkward and difficult to write. The original clear thoughts became obscure and difficult to understand. I stopped writing in my hand. Suddenly, I thought of the phone call my grandma made to me! How long has it been since I visited grandma? I sat blankly, unable to remember the last time I saw my grandma.
With a touch of sadness, I got on the bus to my grandma’s house. Sitting by the car window, looking at the blurry shadows of trees that were retreating rapidly, a picture emerged in my mind: watching grandma weeding in the back garden, helping grandma carry water to water the vegetable garden, and sunbathing in the yard with grandma. The sun... However, those were scenes in elementary school, and they became rare after entering junior high school.
When I arrived at the station, I quickly got out of the car and ran into the house. "Grandma, grandma!" Before I stepped through the door, the voice had already entered the house.
Grandma was sitting in front of the stove, staring at the blazing flame. She turned back hesitantly and looked at me in surprise, but joy quickly flooded her face. She dropped the tongs and stood up. She pulled me tightly and ran to her, her eyes filled with spring water. He looked at me carefully and kept murmuring: "It's good to be here! It's good to be here!"
As night fell, the sky was covered with a thick black curtain, and grandma led me to the room. I sat on the bed, pulled the quilt, and a familiar fragrance slowly surrounded me. I picked up the quilt and smelled it. Yes, it was this smell! The smell of the sun! Grandma smiled kindly and said: "I don't know when you will come back, so when there is sunshine, take it out to bask in the sun."
Warmth flowed into my heart, and hot tears moistened my eyes. In my eyes, I hugged the quilt tightly. The fragrance was not only the smell of the sun, but also the smell of grandma caring about me.
That night, I slept very sweetly... Taste Grade 2 Composition 13
Happiness, it is a milky white cloud; happiness, it is a full of hope; Happiness, it is a beautiful home created by a group of innocent children...
My sister said: "The taste of happiness is a cup of fragrant milk, inhaled into our hearts!" But I think the taste of happiness may be That sweet, soft, white marshmallow!
It was one afternoon, the sun was shining on the earth, and a ringing sound slowly passed my ears. "Hey" I said to her happily. "Well, Xin Na! Let's come out and play! What's life like in junior high school? All the sisters want you to do it!" "Hey, hey, good! I'll go find you now. See you later!" I hung up the phone playfully.
The breeze blew across my cheeks, and the sun slanted on their figures. I rode my beloved "BMW" and walked slowly towards them! Chen Meng turned around and pulled me over, joking. She said: "Little girl, you want to scare my sister, you are so brave!" I stared at her with playful eyes, pulled her and ran towards the place we dreamed of - the amusement park.
"Ah!" How great! In our teenage years, we who were cute, playful, and coquettish were immediately floating in paradise...
"Let's go, eat." Go marshmallow!" Listening to Chen Qianqian's words, my eyes were filled with tears, and they were tears of happiness! Marshmallow - it has accompanied us through many separations, ups and downs ! In suffering, it helps us cheer up! In darkness, it helps us to be bright!
Now, taste it again, it is different! From dull to sweet! The light fragrance is still there...
At that moment, I finally tasted the taste of happiness, just like cotton candy, sweet and soft.
The taste of happiness is not family affection, it is not affection, but friendship that everyone has! Finally, I tasted the taste of happiness in friendship, and also tasted the taste of happiness in marshmallows. ! Ah! The taste of happiness! How sweet, how soft, how tangy! Taste Second Grade Composition 14
My grandma, she is a relatively reserved person, she never said something If it makes people feel particularly warm inside, the sweet potatoes she baked with her own hands may be the one that implicates us.
My grandma lives in the countryside by farming. Although her family is not too wealthy, she can always find some way to send some green vegetables to my house. Every time I call, what I always say is, Alas, grandma has too much food to eat, so why don’t I give some to you. Before he finished speaking, the old man put down the phone and ran away. When a box of vegetables arrived at my house, I was the first to pick it up. When I opened the box, I could always see the roasted sweet potatoes she left for me. She didn’t say anything on the phone, but in her heart, she was still thinking of me. Eating sweet potatoes has a simple and pure taste. It does not have the gorgeous appearance of other vegetables, but it is sweet in the heart.
During the National Day break, our family went to my aunt’s house to dig sweet potatoes. As soon as we went there, we were frightened by the huge scale. Looking into the distance from one side, it was almost half the size of a playground, and it was deep. The sweet potatoes buried underground seem to be shouting. I saw my father holding a hoe and my mother following closely behind. I saw that they were full of confidence. As a representative of young people, I was not to be outdone and followed silently behind the large army. Dad contracted half of the land. After a while, Dad panted and walked to us and said, "Come on, it might have only taken an hour." I glanced at him and held the dug sweet potatoes. , walked towards grandma and said: "Hey, sweet potato, here you go, then... what..." She guessed my mind and took the sweet potato from my hand with a smile.
When I got home, thinking about what happened today, I suddenly realized that I hadn’t picked up the roasted sweet potatoes. At this time, the ringtone suddenly rang, and I heard the voice, "Oh, it's grandma!" "I'll give you sweet potatoes in a minute." Just after listening, I hung up the phone. It didn’t take long for me to eat hot sweet potatoes, which were so sweet!
That taste, that feeling, mixed with my grandma’s ordinary love for me, an ordinary roasted sweet potato became a bridge between me and grandma, and it brought back many memories of my childhood.
Grandma’s rough hands and hard-working back are a beautiful sight. Her simple character sows a seed and harvests a piece of land.
That feeling, not to mention how happy it is. Taste Second Grade Composition 15
Ever since I was a child, I have been asking, what does tears taste like?
When I was just born, the doctor picked me up and said, "Huh? Why isn't this baby crying?" So he slapped my butt a few times, and then a thunderous cry started. Tears flowed to the corners of my mouth, and I licked them. Well, the tears were salty.
Gradually, I grew up and became more naughty. I started playing with my friends. You chased me and I chased you. I was having so much fun when I tripped over a stone and hurt my foot. , the tears came again. Hey, tears are bitter.
I am five years old and am in kindergarten. When I saw the lollipops in the hands of the children, my saliva flowed out. I asked them to give me a bite. They said "no" and refused me. I cried. I went to see my mother. She felt sorry for me and bought me a lollipop. At this time, I tasted it, ah, tears are sweet.
When I was eight years old, I was in third grade. In class, I was called on by the teacher to answer questions. I couldn't answer, so I was scolded. My classmates laughed at me, and tears splashed on my lips. Alas, tears are spicy.
When I was ten years old, my parents were going out to work. The night after they said goodbye, I lay on the bedside and kept sobbing. Tears flowed down my arms and into my mouth. Oh, the tears were sour.
When I was twelve years old, I participated in the competition for the first time. I entered the examination room with an uneasy heart. Although the pen in my hand was shaking, I still forced myself to calm down and try my best to write. After publishing my own results, I read and revised them over and over again until I was satisfied, then I handed in the paper. Three days later, when I walked to the bulletin board, my whole body became nervous involuntarily. I pointed at each one one by one. Finally, I saw my name on the third line. I was so excited that tears fell down and flowed into my mouth. Ha, tears have five flavors.