The taste of home composition 400 words 1 The place I am most familiar with is home! At home, there are many smells, such as: the smell of my father's cooking, the smell of my mother's sweat for home, the smell of my own flowers ... every smell at home makes me feel warm and sweet.
I am familiar with the taste of cooking! Every time I go home, my father cooks. I smelled a fragrance before I put down my schoolbag in the room. "How sweet! Let me guess, what did Dad cook today? Is it my mother's favorite sweet and sour pork ribs or my favorite shredded potatoes? " I think this is the taste of home-the taste of cooking, warmth and happiness.
My mother worked hard during the day and came home at night, smelling of hard work and sweat. I'm familiar with this smell, too. Even if she is seldom at home, her mother has to wash clothes and tidy up. There always seems to be endless things to do. Although the sweat shed by my mother is not fragrant, it can make me feel how reassuring the smell of home is. I think this is the taste of home-the sweat my mother paid for home is not fragrant but reassuring.
My parents and I planted several flowers in the yard, each season has a different fragrance, some flowers are faint fragrance, as refreshing as moonlight; Some flowers have strong fragrance, such as the warmth of summer sunshine; Some flowers are not fragrant at all, but they are like my mother's arms, which makes me feel very comfortable. I think this is also the taste of home-fragrant, comfortable and cozy.
The taste of home composition 400 words 2 "Eat three meals a day" This is a sentence that adults often say. For us who are studying, we need to study hard. In fact, only dinner is the best meal of the day.
The first meal of the day-breakfast, every time I get up, I brush my teeth and wash my face in a hurry and rush to the table. There is only a cup of milk and two steamed buns on the plate on the table. I quickly grabbed two steamed buns and took a bite. After eating steamed bread and milk, I ran to school with my schoolbag on my back.
Lunch is at school, and our table is close to the trash can! Before I finished eating, I got used to hearing someone pour a plate.
In the afternoon, the bell of senior one rang and they were out of school. I wish I could finish school early, just to have a big dinner cooked by my mother. Finally, after school, I ran into the house and smelled potatoes. I looked up and saw my favorite potato and a big, fat white crab. I can't wait to chew the claws of the big white crab. After eating the claws, open the red shell, which is full of white and tender meat. The meat is thin and delicious. Take another bite and you'll feel refreshed. A bite of crab roe will make you feel better than a fairy. Have a bite of crab meat, a bite of egg soup and a bite of rice. Time seems to be slowing down. ...
I like the taste of dinner, it's the taste of mom, it's the leisurely taste of the day.
The taste of home composition 400 words 3 A person's nostalgia for home is nothing more than food at home, and delicious food is the most familiar taste at home.
At home, dad always cooks. Dad's cooking is delicious. When I was a child, I often wondered why my father's cooking was so delicious that I could make delicious food without adding a lot of spices. So I chased my father and asked him, but the answer he gave me was simple and warm: it was because there was his love in the dish. At that time, I naively thought that love was a magical seasoning, which would be delicious when sprinkled on food. It took me many years to know that love is the most beautiful emotion in the world and a precious and unique "treasure" between people.
We are all ordinary people, ordinary people's affection, perhaps there is no selfless dedication to life and death, there is no vigorous big scene, but in a porridge and a meal, bits and pieces of daily necessities. There is no great joy and great sorrow, just plain. "This is how we love each other with a straight face."
Mom and dad are both "office workers" and get off work very late. Although dad worked hard all day, the first thing he did when he got home was not to relax, but to go into the kitchen and prepare a loving dinner for his family. It's sultry in summer and cold in winter. The kitchen didn't make dad love his family less. He still cooked every dish with dad's taste with great care.
Dad will also spend time on breakfast, and the nutritious poached eggs every day are a symbol of dad's love. But my father doesn't have much time for breakfast. He just gave me a satisfied look and went to work. Because of my father's efforts, I will have an energetic morning.
The delicious food at home is dad's favorite.
Home taste composition 400 words 4 "Ready to eat!" Accompanied by my mother's shouts, my father and I quickly sat down on the table. Wow, there are braised pork, sweet and sour pork ribs, and my favorite sizzling squid ... while my mother was scrambling to clean up the kitchen, I picked up a sweet and sour pork rib and put it in my mouth. After we checked all the food on the table, we looked at each other. I touched the sauce of sweet and sour pork ribs with my fingers. It was very flat. Dad knows there is too much sugar in sweet and sour pork ribs. Dad pointed to the salt pot on the dining table and drew a big circle with his hand, which means the soup is too salty.
We both rolled our eyes and put down our chopsticks. Just then, my mother came out of the kitchen and asked us, "What's the matter? Is it delicious? " The word "not delicious" almost blurted out. It suddenly occurred to me that my mother was very busy at work. She is an obstetrician and gynecologist. In order to help patients recover, she often works overtime, and sometimes she can't even eat or sleep. Today, my mother finally took a day off and cooked for us with great interest. Although the taste is not very good, one meter and one oil are all my mother's love for us. Looking at my mother's expectant eyes, I abruptly suppressed the word "not delicious". I kicked my father to show that things have changed, and we both said in unison, "delicious!" " It's delicious! "In order to give my mother the greatest support, my father and I ate all the dishes. My mother was very happy to see that we loved eating so much. "Since you like my cooking so much, I will try to cook it as often as possible in the future. You should all have the honor to finish it." "ah!" My father and I looked at each other and almost fainted. Well, my dear mother, can you take time to improve your cooking while improving your medical skills?
This is the taste of my home, full of love, with my happy growth, it is worth cherishing forever! I like the smell of my home!
The taste of home composition 400 words 5 Every day after school, as soon as I walk into my grandmother's house, there is a sweet smell. Sweet with a faint fragrance, people feel very comfortable and relaxed. Look carefully, there are all kinds of fruits on the table, including refreshing watermelons, sweet apples and sour cherries. This is the smell of grandma's fruit.
As soon as I walked into my grandmother's house, there was a warm smell. Not strong, but very enjoyable. Through the window, the whole room is warm and peaceful. It smells in soft quilts, clothes and plant dishes. This is grandma's sunshine.
As soon as I walked into my grandmother's house, I smelled delicious. Floating out of the kitchen, I was fascinated by the smell of fish and meat. This fragrance, like magic, makes my nose smell more; My feet can't help wanting to go that way; It makes my stomach growl ... this is the smell of grandma's cooking.
Grandma's house also smells of love, which is grandma's dedication to us, her concern for us and her thoughts for us. On weekdays, as soon as I get home, I can see grandma's busy figure, washing vegetables and cooking in the kitchen; Washing clothes and quilts in the toilet; Watering flowers and fertilizing on the balcony ... grandma has paid more or less for us, but she has never asked us for anything, silently paying and asking for nothing in return. Sweet fruit is bought by grandma and peeled; Warm quilts and clothes are washed and dried by grandma; Grandma cooked and cooked the food. Grandma has done so much, isn't it all to create a beautiful home? Isn't grandma's sweat all for us?
I will never forget the smell of grandma's house. I can't repay what grandma has done for us all my life. Grandma, I love you and thank you for your dedication to us for so many years!
The taste of home is 400 words, a family of six. This simple Chinese character carries too much emotion. Some people say that home is the harbor of the soul, and the sustenance of the soul is our strongest backing. When it comes to home, people first think of their parents' kind faces, their constant care and help 365 days a year, and their rough hands giving you bills.
However, for me, the most unforgettable thing at home is the smell of food floating in the air. On that snowy day, I took a sip of butter tea made by my mother, which was warm to my heart and lungs; After a crazy day outside, I came home hungry, and the table was full of all kinds of food you like. The family stood in front of the stove with anticipation, and put all their love for you into the food, forming the most delicious seasoning.
Perhaps the food at home is not as exquisite as the food in the restaurant, but the love that is integrated into the food at home is something you will never taste in the restaurant. In the thick fragrance of rice, the family sat together and chatted with their families while eating. Occasionally, a word of care and encouragement makes the atmosphere of the dinner more warm.
At a certain moment, I seem to smell the delicious food at home and see the smiling faces of my family ... At this moment, I just want to fly home, drink a hot buttered tea and eat a highland barley cake made by my mother.
As time goes by, although I am getting farther and farther away from home, the fragrance full of love is getting stronger and stronger, which permeates the hearts of wanderers.
Dad fried a plate of tofu today.
At first, my father cut tofu into pieces and then poured sesame oil into the pot. I only heard a "click" and the oil flower danced. Then, put the tofu in the pot. Soon, delicious tofu came out of the pot.
Dad put the tofu on the table and let me have a taste. I took a piece of tofu with chopsticks, licked it and tasted it.
"wow! Delicious, delicious, delicious. I have never eaten such delicious tofu, including in restaurants! " I can't help but say. I thought to myself: will dad be happy after listening to me? I really hope so!
At this time, the two sisters playing on the side heard this and ran excitedly and shouted, "I want to eat, too!" " I want to eat too! "
"Okay, okay, you all have a share, this is my carefully cooked food for you, but it took a lot of thought! A seemingly simple dish can contain a lot of knowledge! " Dad said excitedly.
When we ate with relish, my father asked, "Is it delicious?"
"Good, good, delicious! In the words of Americans-very good! " We said with one voice.
At this time, only the laughter in the restaurant was heard, and the family was happy. This is probably the taste of home and happiness!
The taste of home composition 400 words 8 Every day when I get home, someone sees a sumptuous dinner. Some people see their parents' serious eyes; Some people see the beautiful and gentle smiles of their parents. Let me also talk about the "scenery" when I go home.
I came home as usual that day, and my parents said to me as usual, "Do your homework quickly!" " "I thought: fortunately, there is not much homework today. I immediately faced my desk and "worked hard". Ten minutes, half an hour ... more than an hour has passed, and my stomach has begun to sing "Empty City", but I still sit at my desk motionless and concentrate. Finally, I finished all my homework. I shouted, "I finally finished my homework! "
My parents were very happy and said for the first time, "You were so conscious today that you finished your homework early in the morning. To reward you, let's go out to eat. " I was ecstatic, and the happy drums in my heart suddenly escalated into a happy symphony. We walked out of the house happily, as if there was a gust of wind under our feet, walking fast and fiercely. We went to my favorite restaurant. After dinner, we went to the supermarket and bought many daily necessities and some delicious snacks.
On the way home, I quietly asked my mother, "Why are you so kind to me today?" Mom smiled, her eyes smiled like a quiet crescent moon, and said softly, "Haohao, we have been very kind to you." It's just that you are not conscious enough at ordinary times, which is why we are so strict. If you want to manage yourself, of course we are willing to set you free and let you go. "
I nodded thoughtfully. It turns out that the taste of home is determined by my performance. When I am awake, the taste of home is sweet; When I make trouble, the taste of home is bitter; When you are in conflict with your parents, the taste of home is sour; When criticized, the taste of home is spicy.
The taste of home composition 400 words 9 "so tired, really tired." At this point, I can finally feel my fatigue, but when I get home, it's another taste …
Gently opening the door, I smell a familiar smell-this is the smell of home. I think every home has a taste, not the same, but this familiar smell can make people feel warm and quiet.
Put down your heavy schoolbag and put it anywhere, because at home, all the space is your own. After tasting the delicious food at home, I took a bath. Bathing in warm water can relax every inch of your skin. Taking a bath at school is just a task, but I enjoy it at home.
After taking a bath, the evaporation of water makes me feel more comfortable. I'm humming, if you want! At home anyway. I feel so free at home. I think, perhaps the warmth and freedom of returning home can only be realized after wandering in the distance.
So sleepy! The feeling of home is really good, but it always makes people feel comfortable and want to sleep. Jump on the bed, hug the soft quilt and close your eyes slowly-no, you can't fall asleep so soon. Listen to music, relax, and gradually, listen to beautiful music and fall asleep unconsciously. ...
I love my home, and I love the smell of home even more.
Home Taste Composition 400 words 10 Today, my mother is going to cook her best dish, which is "Braised Crucian Carp".
First, I chose a fresh crucian carp from the vegetable market. My mother and I picked thousands of fish and finally found a lively and vibrant wild crucian carp. In order to keep fresh, I put some water in the plastic bag, got up the courage and carried it home with a red face.
Start killing fish! Look, my mother skillfully grabbed the crucian carp like a loach, put it on the chopping block, and put one hand on the fish's stomach. Crucian carp struggled to get rid of the "talons", but failed. Mother took a kitchen knife and went straight to cut the belly of the fish, so the poor little crucian carp "ascended to heaven", then took out the intestines and threw them into the trash can, leaving some fish bubbles and eggs, then washed the belly with clean water, and finally cut off the scales with a knife, and a clean fish was made.
Everything is ready except the east wind. Turn on the gas stove, pour some delicious rapeseed oil into the pot. After the oil is boiled, put the washed crucian carp into the pot, and it will be golden in a short time, which will hook up all the little greedy insects in my stomach. Then, add the spices prepared in advance: ginger, vinegar, onion ... The whole room is full of attractive fragrance. Pour in hot water, simmer on low heat, and a dish of "braised crucian carp" will be out of the pot! Hot fish, delicious fish soup and shallots make people "drool three thousands of feet". I can't wait to pick up a piece of fresh fish and dip it in delicious soup to send it to my mouth. Wow, this fish is crispy outside and tender inside, delicious and juicy, with endless aftertaste! It's really delicious!
As the saying goes, "Food is the most important thing for the people", and the streets and alleys are full of delicious snacks, but my favorite is the "braised crucian carp" cooked by my mother, because it is the taste of home!
The taste composition of home is 400 words 1 1 As the saying goes, "it is better to have a nest of gold than a nest of grass." Although my family is not very rich, sometimes life is still very poor, but all the year round is full of love, warmth and harmony. That's not true. A few years later, the school started again. Although the science fees (only Chinese, mathematics and foreign languages, the tuition fee is as high as 20xx yuan), almost all my parents' monthly salary is used to pay my tuition. However, they did not hesitate to study for me. In order not to have a sudden meal of bean noodles, my parents began to work overtime every day after the Chinese New Year, and my mother almost got sick. Despite the poor living conditions at home, I still feel that my home is full of care, warmth and harmony. During the Spring Festival, the whole world is celebrating. We set off firecrackers and watch the Spring Festival Gala.
Our family is no exception. The whole family sat together to have a New Year's Eve dinner, with delicious food on the table. I had a brainwave and thought of the game of couplets. My mother is the examiner of this competition. I saw that she solemnly cleared her throat and asked in Wang's tone, "Please listen to the question! Please say the following comments on couplets. The first line is' 2345' and the second line is' 6789'. Please answer! " As soon as my mother's voice fell, my brother and I scrambled to raise our hands. I shouted "ten short"! For the first time, I took the lead. The second time, my mother asked me to make couplets with my brother. My brother said the first couplet: "Spring blossoms, dreams fly in the blue sky". I thought about it and made a pair of couplets: "Autumn leaves fall and love returns to the green field".
So, I proudly said, "What happened? I also have the talent to be a writer! Everyone couldn't help laughing. At the moment, the family is filled with festive celebrations. After spending the New Year at home, I deeply felt the warmth, harmony and joy of my family. The taste of home is really good!
The taste of home composition 400 words 12 Early spring has arrived, the ice skin has begun to melt, the night is bright, and the scales are layered and crystal clear. With a slight coolness, I went home.
At five o'clock in the morning, the rooster crows, everyone gets up and starts a busy life. The erhu next door sounds beautiful, vigorous and calm. The ups and downs of music compose an ordinary life. Breeze, curtains fluttering leisurely, blowing that touching music into the heart, blowing to the fields, drifting in the country, wandering in the homeland.
Home in the morning is slightly sweet.
At eleven o'clock noon, before the sun rose to the sky, the chimney on the stove rose again, and all the houses and the blue sky were surrounded by gray smoke. Before pots and pans, you can always see a flexible and agile grandmother wrapped in an apron. He pretended to be young. As everyone knows, the plowshare of the years has crossed her hand, the dark palm is clutching the shovel, and several pieces of moss are shining under the irradiation. Holding the pot in the other hand, the skillful movements are accomplished in one go. Vinegar, oil, ginger and spicy powder are mixed evenly, and the color, fragrance and taste are different.
Go home at noon, slightly drunk.
At eight o'clock in the evening, after dinner, I took a walk in the field. The bright moon is in the sky, sometimes hidden and sometimes present. It shines on the rugged path and is scattered on the brown soil. The breeze kissed and blew up the new kind of rice, which was green and blew away the fatigue of the day. There are stars in the sky, and the faint and ordinary light is flashing and shining on this land.
Go home at night, it's a little cold.
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When the wind blows, the taste of home is familiar and wonderful, and the local flavor-grass, rice and rice-is mixed together, stringing together memories and thoughts.
The taste of home composition 400 words 13 Three meals a day was originally beautiful, but for me, eating a mouthful of white rice at home is also very beautiful, because I can only eat one meal in a hurry every day when I move, and sometimes I don't even eat this meal directly.
Every morning, as soon as I get up, I get dressed in a hurry and finish washing. I want to take my mother's car to school, buy a piece of dry bread on the way, and swallow it in one gulp, so it's breakfast.
The food in the school canteen is not so good. My stomach is already growling with hunger. Finally, I look forward to lunch time. I excitedly opened the lunch box, which only contained cold shredded potatoes. I can still pick out a few pieces of silk from time to time in the hard rice, which makes it difficult for me to swallow it immediately and makes me lose my appetite.
After school, my mother took me to work, grabbed a few mouthfuls of rice and began to study. I won't be home until eight o'clock.
My mother and I won't be home for dinner until Wednesday. Every time I enter the house, a faint scent comes to my face, including braised pork and chicken soup, all of which are my favorite dishes cooked by my grandmother.
When dining, the room was full of fragrance, listening to the symphony of knife and fork collision, braised pork looked fat and juicy, and the soft feeling of holding chopsticks in my mouth made me unforgettable. A fat but not greasy feeling filled the whole taste bud.
No matter how delicious the food is, no matter how thick the chicken soup is, it still smells like home.
The taste of home composition 400 words 14 Time goes by like water, but the scenery in my hometown is still so beautiful, beautiful and charming, and it has never changed. I haven't been with my hometown for more than two years, and the beauty of my hometown and the laughter of my friends come to my mind.
The scenery in my hometown is a natural background. My friends and I took our first photo with our hometown in the blue sky, clear water and colorful flowers. Seeing that photo, I can't help thinking of the good old days. And the deepest memory is autumn. The autumn scenery is so beautiful. Whenever autumn comes, golden leaves are flying all over the sky and everywhere. Step on it gently, it's soft and it feels wonderful. I walked on the endless field path, looking at the rolling mountains in the distance, and it was golden up and down, as if I were in a golden ocean. My life is as comfortable as my mood is.
Autumn is also a paradise for our children to play. The rice fields that have just been harvested are now idle, and we, the gun game, have begun. You challenged me to cover, you concealed and defended, and we launched a fierce "war"! It is a pleasure for you to come and go. Of course, sometimes there is the possibility of being "shot" or "sacrificed", but that is nothing, the process is king! By the way, autumn is still a happy holiday for us greedy cats. Many fruits are ripe. Knock some dates at the boss's house today and pick some oranges at my house tomorrow. Just as I put the sweet potato chips in my mouth, the dates fell into my pocket again.
The taste of home composition 400 words 15 maternal love is a bright light, bringing light to children who travel far away; Father's love is a big umbrella, which holds up a sky for children who go out.
Parental love is a universal needle that can sew up all the wounds of children. I have a home because of love. Home gives people a different feeling and taste. And my home gives me the feeling of sweet taste.
I remember when I was a child, my bones were particularly fragile, and I had to hang salt water for a few days when I caught a cold. But once, I still didn't forget.
When I was 6 years old, my parents worked in Xiaoshan. When I was a child, I went to Xiaoshan with my parents and went to kindergarten there. In kindergarten, the teacher is very kind to us. Once when playing with toys, my stomach hurts inexplicably. I quickly told the teacher that the teacher asked me to go to the infirmary with her, and I threw up before I arrived. Usually there is a medicine box in the kindergarten. The teacher gave me some pills, but I could swallow them. Before I could digest them, I began to vomit again. The teacher quickly called my parents and asked them to come over quickly. Mom and dad just left what they were doing and ran away quickly. At that time, the hospital was in front of the kindergarten, and my parents were already waiting for me there. The doctor told my parents that it was food poisoning and they had to stay in the hospital for observation. In this way, my parents ran back and forth upstairs and downstairs, registered for infusion, and stayed up all night.
This experience made me realize the love of my parents and the taste of home, which is the sweet taste.