A bowl of ramen composition

In study, work and even life, everyone must have come into contact with composition. With the help of composition, you can vent your emotions and regulate your mood. Do you always have trouble starting a sentence when writing an essay? The following is a bowl of ramen composition that I compiled. Welcome to read and collect it. A bowl of ramen composition 1

Maternal love is like a spring breeze, bringing us waves of warmth in the cold; maternal love is like a lamp, lighting up the direction for us in the dark; maternal love is like a summer rain, one after another It nourishes our souls for the first time. But I feel that maternal love is hidden in an ordinary bowl of ramen.

Every morning, my mother would bring a bowl of hot ramen. At first, I thought it was okay, but later, I became fond of eating meat buns, sushi, fried rice and other things, and I didn’t like it. When I ate ramen, my mother had to feed me forcefully.

One day, when I was eating ramen as usual, I discovered a secret: "Come on! Study hard!" were engraved on the bottom of the bowl. These six words were probably from when I bought this bowl. The words are engraved on it, but I never noticed it because I usually don't pay attention. I was so moved and thought to myself, why didn’t I eat ramen well before? After this time, I understood my mother's good intentions. After eating ramen every day, I thought about how to repay my mother in the future.

The opportunity finally came. That day, my mother caught a cold and couldn't do anything. I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, running around. At this time, I thought of the bowl of ramen and decided to make a bowl for my mother.

I don’t know anything, so I have to let my mother teach me. While cooking, I accidentally burned my hand by the fire. My mother saw it and asked me to stop anxiously, but I still persisted because I said that if I want to repay my mother, I must keep my word.

After some hard work, I succeeded. I was very excited at the time, not knowing what my mother would say. When my mother finished the first bite, I saw tears in her eyes. I asked my mother: "Isn't it delicious?" My mother replied: "No, it tastes great, because my baby has grown up." After hearing this, I threw myself into my mother's arms like a child.

Such an ordinary bowl of ramen contains the deep love between my mother and me. A Bowl of Ramen Composition 2

During the Spring Festival of 20xx, our family of three came to Japan with a tour group. One day, the tour group arrived in Sendai, which is the largest city in northeastern Japan. Lu Xun once studied in the medical school here. The tour guide said that Sendai is most famous for its beef tongue. In the evening, the three of us went looking for delicious food on the most prosperous pedestrian commercial street in Sendai.

On the streets at night, the lights are as bright as day. The flying snow in the sky contrasted with the colorful neon lights, which looked particularly dazzling. We found a long-established restaurant to taste roasted beef tongue. After eating, everyone was still unsatisfied. The adults went to eat Japanese sushi again, and our children clamored to eat ramen. Finally, my dad took the three of us girls on a hunt for a ramen restaurant.

We came to a ramen restaurant. The store was not big, and there was only one Japanese man busy inside. He was of medium height, wore glasses, and was both the boss and the waiter. I was very surprised when he handed us a Chinese menu. Dad discussed with us that buying two bowls of ramen was enough, so we ordered a bowl of "Onsen Egg Noodles" and a bowl of "Curry Noodles". Dad brought two empty bowls and shared the noodles with everyone. The Japanese shopkeeper thought it was a poor father who couldn't afford three bowls of noodles for his three children, so he made another bowl of ramen for us. This bowl of ramen does not have chopped green onions, but it contains an egg and a lot of noodles. Dad didn’t understand Japanese, so he quickly paid for it. The Japanese shopkeeper waved his hand and said he didn’t want the money, and pointed to the side and told us that there was free water to drink. In order to live up to the kindness of the shop owner, my father and the three of us ate the bowl of ramen together.

Walking on the busy street, snowflakes are still flying in the air and falling on the tips of our hair. Our bellies are full and our hearts are warm.