Composition The Genius in My Heart 550

The genius in my heart

In the morning, the sun shone on my shoulder, and the little sparrows outside the window were still chirping, and a familiar smell came to my nose, which was the taste of rice cakes in my memory. . . . . .

I asked my grandfather for rice, sugar and sesame seeds, and I was going to find incense, but I found that man right in front of me. I hurried there for fear of being late. I remember the last time my grandfather stood in line for hours, and I waited until it was dark until it was too dark to see my fingers.

I gave him everything and money I had prepared. I looked at it and found that it was an old man in his fifties and sixties, wearing a polished cotton-padded jacket. His temples were not completely white, but it gave people a sense of vicissitudes. He took what I handed him and skillfully fried sesame seeds in the pot. When he first poured them in, sesame seeds splashed around like disobedient children, but now they are like tamed kittens.

He poured rice into a very strange thing. It looked like a ball in the middle, but it could be opened. If you remove the middle thing, the sides look like dumbbells. He quickly sprinkled sugar on the rice, covered it and put it on the shelf. There is a fire burning below. He sat on one side, shaking the handle of rice, and the fire reflected on his face. Everything is so harmonious.

He gave people a very cordial feeling, so I took the initiative to talk to him: "Uncle, did you like to eat rice cakes when you were young?" He looked at the fire, his eyes were far-reaching, and he felt nostalgic: "Yes. When you were your age, popcorn sellers always went door to door to buy popcorn. That is, every family has exploded a big bag, but now they are all popcorn people, and they have no taste when they smell it all the time. " I knew it was bad to pry into other people's privacy, so I didn't say anything. After a while, he stopped shaking and said to me, "Stand back." My conditioned reflex took a big step back and stopped. I only heard him move the rice, and I guess it was made of iron, as easy as taking two eggs. There was a loud noise and the door opened. I just didn't see it clearly. It turned out that he still put a bag in it, took it out and put it in a bucket, and then poured it on a table beside him, putting rice at a speed that I couldn't reach. I was a little surprised to slice the rice fragrance with a knife like cutting bread. When did this round-headed knife become so powerful? I have a dense circle around me to commemorate people like me. Everyone's face was drooling, and I took the bag of rice cakes and tasted it. It tastes the same as before. No, there are other things. ......

He is ordinary, but he will be a genius in my heart, more dazzling than the idol star on the stage.