Tang De flavor composition

No matter in school or in society, everyone has the experience of writing a composition and is familiar with it. Composition is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following are my collected compositions about the taste of sugar for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

The taste of sugar composition 1 I often ask myself, what is the taste of sugar, until now I understand that it is bitter.

People say that only through suffering can we get sweetness and honey. If you haven't tried human suffering, you will only get bitterness in the end. I didn't understand this sentence once, because sugar is different. Until that day, it will always be sweet.

That day, there were only ten minutes left before the evening self-study class, but I met my subject teacher. I stood in the corridor with a sweet and stuffy candy in my mouth, and the teacher stood next to me. He said nothing, just stood with me. After about two minutes, the classmates in the next class called him away. I looked at his back and my eyes were astringent. At that moment, I felt I was the worst class representative in the world. Thinking about thinking, my eyes can't hold back tears, and tears welled up in my eyes. I know I can't stop them at the moment.

There is sugar in my mouth, but tears flow into my mouth, and finally even sugar can't cover up the bitterness. Even sugar seems to be infected by this depressing atmosphere, and it always feels more and more astringent. Only then did I realize that not all sugar is sweet.

It's been a few days, and I've long forgotten it at the ends of the earth. Continue to be an optimist.

Suddenly, my optimism was broken. A classmate suddenly asked me, "Aren't you sad?" Before I could answer, the front table scrambled to answer. He said, "When has she ever broken her heart?" I know this is an unintentional question and an unintentional answer, but this sentence is deeply imprinted in my heart. I looked at them and smiled as usual and replied, "Yes, when did you see me sad?"

From then on, I began to wonder why I like to laugh so much, why I always face everything with a smile, even if it is the optimism that everyone envies, and I began to hate it at this moment.

Later, I went to buy a lot of sugar, because I suddenly wanted to try the bitterness. Sure enough, as I expected, my mouth was full of bitterness after eating too much sugar. My best friend met me and asked me why I ate so much polysaccharide. I replied with a smile as usual. I want to taste bitter. My best friend said something crazy and then stopped talking.

But I know that I have enjoyed too much comfort, leaving myself with only hell.

What is the taste of sugar, which can't cover up the bitterness of tears and the astringency after eating too much; What's the taste of life? Is endless difficulties, is the knife behind the joy. What is the taste of life? That's the smell of sweat and tears. Whether life or life comes with bitterness after all.

The taste of sugar composition 2 On a hot summer day, the sun scorched the earth. I sweated back and walked back to the classroom, holding the stairs step by step, feeling dizzy, and then immediately fell asleep on the desk and chair. Jiahui looked at me as if I was uncomfortable. Questionnaire: "What's wrong with you?" I replied weakly, "I just went to physical education class and ran 200 meters at once. I feel dizzy and want to vomit. Buy me a bottle of mineral water. " So she flew out of the classroom to buy me mineral water. The canteen is 20 meters long from the classroom three stairs. I can't imagine how fast she rushed down the stairs and climbed them again. In less than a minute, she bought mineral water to come to me. It takes a lot of ability to finish it. I immediately opened the mineral water bottle and took a few sips. At this time, my classmates gathered around and asked me if I was better. Some students take plastic bags to make me vomit. They care about me very much. After a few sips of water, I immediately returned the money to Jiahui, and she didn't want it. At my urging, she reluctantly accepted.

At this time, Mr. He came up to me, holding two pieces of sugar in one hand and a cup of hot water in the other, frowning and showing a worried look, and said, "Are you still dizzy?" Running 200 meters at once will definitely make people uncomfortable. It would be better to drink a cup of hot water. "So she handed the cup of hot water to my hand. Then she carefully peeled off the layers of candy paper and sent the candy to my mouth. I ate with my mouth open and my throat choked. Her movements are like a mother nursing a baby, which is very kind. This kind of love is so wonderful that I am ashamed to accept it. Because I think her Chinese class is terrible, she stops talking for a while, and it is not smooth, as if she is dead, so I have a bad attitude towards her. I slowly taste the candy and let it stay in my mouth as long as possible, because I don't want the taste of love to disappear so quickly. This sugar is really sweet, sweeter than honey, so sweet that I really want to drink some salt water to dilute the taste. This candy is also very sour. It makes me feel sour and want to cry. I tried to keep it from flowing. This sugar is as bitter as medicine, and good medicine tastes bitter. After eating it, I became very energetic and recovered at once. This candy is also very spicy, which greatly stimulates my central nervous system and makes me be better to this teacher in the future. This kind of candy has a sweet and sour taste, which is a happy taste.

This reminds me of an incident seven years ago. I was young and ignorant at that time. I went to a grocery store and saw many strange sweets on a shelf. I don't know why, but a bad idea suddenly sprouted in my heart. I reached into the shelf and put some candy in my pocket. So I rushed out to the door of the store and bumped into the waiter in the store, and the candy in my pocket fell to the ground. At this time, I was scared, panicked and at a loss, afraid that he would treat me as a thief. But he still smiled, picked up the candy that fell to the ground, and then patted me on the shoulder and said to me, "Congratulations, you are the 28th child customer in our store, and any 28th customer in our store can get 8 sweets for free. This is only five pieces of sugar. There are still three pieces missing. You can take three more pieces. " Then he took me to the place where I put my candy and asked me to choose three more. Then he helped me put these eight sweets in a bag, put them in my hand and sent me out. Finally, he smiled again and said to me, "Welcome to come again." After going out, I felt very guilty and burst into tears. I regret how I did such a thing. I swear I will never do such a thing again. I am very grateful to the waiter for telling me a white lie. When I got home, I looked at the candy in my hands and didn't want to eat it. Finally, I took one and tasted it in my mouth. This kind of candy quickly melts into liquid in my mouth and sometimes drips into my esophagus. I am like the grass in the river, enjoying the gentle touch it gives me; Sometimes the waves rush into my esophagus, and my body and mind are seriously washed away by the pressure of the river. So I tasted the second one. Just like the time machine brought me to such a picture: I turned into a cow and saw the delicious crops in the field, and I couldn't help drooling. I went to the field to taste the crops several times, and the owner found it. Instead of being angry, he chose some of the best crops for the cows. The cow is very remorseful, so she works harder for her master. I was inspired, so I shared the rest with the candy to other children. They ate with relish and said, "It's delicious." So my heart became very sweet.

On a hot summer day, I ate another candy given to me by He Laoshi. The heat on my body dissipated like smoke, and I couldn't help feeling a chill in my heart.

I went to four stores for this kind of sugar, and I was out of breath.

The owner of a small convenience store, who looks thin and smart, waved his hand and said, "No!" He pointed to an unknown candy and said, "This kind will do!"

The owner of another store frowned when he heard this: "We don't have this precious sugar in this small shop, only big supermarkets can sell it." I reluctantly left after listening to it.

My heart is shrouded in a thin mist. Not for sale here. Do you want to buy it in a big supermarket?

Here's the thing: Feifei and I met this candy. We went to a friend's house to play. I brought a can of that candy and wanted to share it with my friends. Because many friends don't know, I want to enhance our friendship by sharing candy. I put it in front of Feifei and went out to play. Feifei thought it was for her alone, so she ate it alone. When we came back, there was a pile of candy paper left on the table. I immediately flew into a rage and shouted, "Who ate it? Come out for me! " Feifei stood up and said, "I ate. Isn't this for me? " "My aunt bought this for me, which is very expensive. I can't bear to eat it myself. I brought it here to share with you today. You ... you ate it all! " "Oh, I'm sorry!" "no! You have to pay! You have to pay! " A friend of mine stood up and said, "Forget it! Shall I invite you to dinner? " I smile through tears.

Later, I met her next to the candy rack in the supermarket. Coincidentally, after entering middle school, we became classmates and became closer. This kind of sugar is her favorite. Once on the swing, she was eating sugar in her mouth, and the sweet feeling spread on her face. She said to me, "This chocolate has a strong milky fragrance, which spreads and lingers between her lips and teeth." I took another bite of this candy convincingly. It was really sweet just after biting it, with a strong sweetness, and then it instantly melted on the tip of the tongue, like snow, but not cold. ...

I quarreled with her two days ago, and then no one said sorry. I always feel sorry when I think about it later. Later, I asked my mother what to do, and she said to me, "Just buy her favorite candy and say sorry!" " "

"But, I am embarrassed!" My face is a little hot.

"What does that matter?" Mom looked at me and said.

Therefore, I'm going to the trust-mart to buy this kind of candy. I rode my bike to the food section on the second floor. I was just about to get the candy when a slender hand took it away first. I looked up and cried in surprise, "Feifei, how can it be you?" So ... I'm sorry about the day before yesterday! "

"Ha ha, it doesn't matter. I heard my aunt say that you bought candy to apologize to me. I know that there are many things, I will come! " Feifei smiled, paid the bill and reached out and handed me a candy. "It's for you."

I put the sugar in my hand and stuffed it in my mouth. That special sweetness spread in my mouth, and I smiled with sugar in my mouth: "Thank you!" " "

"Well, it still smells like before!" Feifei took my hand and walked outside the supermarket.

"No, there's another smell now!" Feifei and I are holding hands, and the trees on the roadside, like old people who have experienced vicissitudes of life, are watching us go home.

A candy has two flavors: one is the sweetness of sugar and the other is the sweetness of friendship.

Sugar component 4 candy tastes sweet and sometimes happy.

During a recess on Thursday, Wang Yichen came into the classroom with a heavy black schoolbag and put it on Chen Zhuyao's desk. He shouted excitedly: "Teacher Yang is happy!" "I heard that, I saw Han Yuyu and Chen Daxin put down their work and quickly ran to Wang Yichen. Many other students also ran to the same goal. Wang Yichen was immediately "buried" by his classmates. Dozens of hands quickly reached into the bag and took out candy. Wang Yichen saw that the battle could not be fought well, and his hands were tightly wrapped around the bag: "Don't rob! Don't rob! Sit in the seat, everyone in the seat can get candy! "But where will anyone listen to his cry, his voice has been drowned out by the noise, and everyone is still fighting for candy. Suddenly, I don't know who knocked off the bag and the sugar spilled all over the floor. Everyone immediately "moved" to the ground to pick up sugar, and the sugar on the ground was quickly swept away, leaving only the poor bag groaning on the cold ground. This time, Wang Yichen was really angered. He raised his voice and shouted, "Hurry back to your seat. There is no sugar on the seat! "Everyone was startled by this sudden roar and obediently returned to their seats, but in fact, some people have been beaten several times. No sooner had the candy been handed out than the bell rang. This is the last class-Pinshe class. There is a strong chocolate smell in the class, and I know someone must be stealing candy. I remembered my candy again to see if it was still safe, but when I opened the drawer, I couldn't help but be surprised. My candy disappeared for no reason. Where did it go? But no matter how I think, I can't figure out where it went.

After class, I found a large group of people around the trash can, not knowing what they were doing. When I got closer, I realized that they were all eating candy, and the smell of chocolate came to my nose. The red candy paper fell quietly and floated into the trash can. The trash can suddenly turned red, and there seemed to be little red flowers in it.

Although I didn't taste the candy, I also felt a kind of happiness from it.

The taste of friendship floats like a wisp, which makes you feel extremely warm.

Last week, I was so quiet by a lively boy because I sprained my ankle.

Everyone had a good time in physical education class, but I was sobbing. Looking at the bare lawn in the distance, the world seems to be black and white all of a sudden, and a few falling maple leaves seem to embellish my inner sadness. I have to look at it. My mouth is bitter and sweet, but I feel more sour. "Cai." Xiao Wu, who was having a good time, noticed me, saw that I was depressed, stopped talking and came towards me.

"What's the matter with you? Moping? " Xiao Wu seems very anxious.

"Which have? I see the scenery! " -There are only bare lawns in the distance.

"Well, this is still a cover-up. Haven't you heard the phrase' explanation is a cover-up, cover-up is a fact, and fact is the truth of everything'? " He told me with a sense of humor. "Let's play together! How come? " He told me with a smile.

"But." I didn't mean to be happy at all.

"I will help you. Let's go. " He seemed to understand my anxiety and gave me a piece of candy at once.

"What is this? It tastes good! " I became happy.

"Bitter and sweet, your favorite!" He also said with a smile.

"Thank you."

"What are friends to thank?" Say that finish, we helped each other away.

At this time, my heart was deeply moved. The bitterness in my mouth is sweet and smells just like what I just ate, but there is an unspeakable taste, thick and sweet, which is the taste of friendship.

The Taste of Sugar Composition 6 Do you also want to know what the taste of candy is?

In fact, it is an unspeakable taste.

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I think I can only use words that I lack in Shang Ping to describe the taste.

To me, candy tastes like friendship, which is a wonderful taste.

I have a good friend. I remember we had our own songs. I still remember that we had the same dream. I even remember your faint smell of mud.

We had such a happy time.

You always pull me, running in the wet soil after the rain, stepping over stones with the wind. You always sing loudly, and the ethereal and clear voice ripples in the whole valley. At that time, I always thought you were very happy, and your singing was the most beautiful and moving voice in the world. Sometimes, when we are tired from running, we lie on the grassy hillside. Look at the sky, look at the clouds, look at the sky connected with the sky. You always say to me, "Sue, you know what? In fact, I have always had a dream, that is, to walk out of this village, go to a big city with sea, follow the sea and sing my own songs. After many years, you will definitely hear my song. Would you like to stick to this dream with me? " I looked at you confidently and nodded heavily. At that time, we just wanted to stick to our dreams. But I don't know how many frustrations the so-called dream needs to go through.

Let's taste the dream together.

The little boys in the street laughed at me again that day. They shouted in an extremely harsh voice, "Nobody wants children!" "I sat on the ground with grievances, sobbing:" I am not an unwanted child, my parents will come back for me ... "At this time, you heard the voice, helped me drive them away, squatted by my side, and comforted me carefully:" Don't cry, Sue, be strong! "My tears are dripping in my mouth and taste sour and salty.

You let me know the feeling of being moved.

The days of separation always come faster than the days of being together. Early that morning, I met my long-lost parents. I am extremely happy, but I vaguely feel an unspeakable taste. My parents said they would take me to live with them in the city. The first person who flashed in my mind was you, and I can't bear to part with you.

I cried myself hoarse when the van was about to leave. You looked at me with red eyes again, and suddenly you ran home, rushed out and handed me a bottle of colorful candy. You choked and said, "Don't cry, just take one if you miss me. It will be much better. " In this way, I didn't see your tears until the bus arrived and I couldn't find you anymore. What a strong man you are!

The first candy slowly melted in my mouth, but it was full of bitter taste.

Xiao Xia, I finished that big jar of candy a long time ago. How long has it been since I missed you so much?

In fact, the taste of candy has always been in my heart.

The taste of sugar composition 7 is soft balls, and that is cotton candy.

Walking in the street, you will always see an inconspicuous tricycle. When you look closer, you will see an old man with calluses and chapped hands making cotton candy. There are always some children beside the tricycle blinking at the marshmallows in grandpa's hand with big eyes. His mouth seemed to be watering and his face was full of happiness.

My friends and I also like the marshmallows here. I like to eat the original flavor, and my friends like to eat blueberry flavor. Although we know that these are all pigments, we can't stop loving them. My birthday is in the first month, and sometimes I bump into yangko. At this time, there will always be all kinds of shopping in the street. There are chicken fillet, shaved ice, drinks, balloons and other gadgets. But my partner and I will go directly to the cotton candy booth to buy our favorite cotton candy. There will always be a happy smile on our faces.

There are many flavors of marshmallows. The pink one is strawberry, the blue one is blueberry, and the white one is original. Different people have different flavors. In my heart, white cotton candy is so white that it will shine under the reflection of sunlight. It is loose and soft, woven with layers of silk, symbolizing pure friendship. This friendship is pure, and nothing is mixed with it. Blue cotton candy, its faint blue is very fresh, like the sky, as if there are still a few birds flying in it, symbolizing freedom, the kind of freedom between friends. Pink marshmallows are tender and tender, as if they are going to melt. In my mind, they symbolize the princess dream between little girls.

I think my friendship with my friends is just like the original cotton candy. This is a pure and simple friendship. We study and play together every day. If we can't finish talking, we often stumble, but we will never get angry. We often go to each other's home to play, and their parents are already our own parents. Accustomed to each other's affairs, regardless of you and me, accustomed to holding each other across the road, accustomed to the days of being with each other, this habit has been 10 years.

Cotton candy has many flavors. Similarly, marshmallows are woven between me and my partner, and we accompany each other. In fact, the taste of marshmallows is happiness, happiness and the best friendship.

The smell of marshmallows is a story you don't know.

The taste of sugar composition 8 "Give me an original marshmallow and give you money quickly!" " ""Give me one, too! " "Give me two strawberries! "Just out of school, I saw a car crowded with people of all sizes. Some parents come to pick up their children; Have a plenty of pedestrians passing by; There are also students who have just come out with schoolbags. What's in that car?

I looked at my eyes from a height and narrowed them into a crack before I could barely see clearly. It turned out to be clouds of colored marshmallows! The clouds of marshmallows tempted me and made me so greedy that I forgot everything. Look at the colorful and attractive marshmallows held by those students. Some people introduce what happened to their parents today while eating. Someone ate the marshmallows in his hand with relish; Some people not only eat marshmallows themselves, but also share them with their parents or classmates. As for me, it's just "my mouth is watering, thousands of feet, touch my pocket, and I have no money"! I think it would be great if a friend I know appeared at this time, so that I could cheat her with some attractive cotton candy.

I can eat delicious cotton candy. "hey!" Suddenly, my classmates saw me looking at the cotton candy cart and called me. I just woke up from a "delicious" daydream and reluctantly left. Walking, I can't help regretting that I didn't bring any money today. Unconsciously, I found a familiar figure from the crowd-a third-grade classmate. She had a pile of unfinished marshmallows in her hand, so I got a white marshmallow from her.

Ah! Cotton candy smells good. It gives off a fragrance that makes my mouth water. When I put it in my mouth, I only felt the cotton candy melt rapidly in my mouth and flow into my throat. After that, it was just a sweet moment. I know, the smell of marshmallows!

I have tried many flavors, but what I can't forget is the sweetness of cotton candy.

After school, the aunt who sells cotton candy keeps at the school gate as usual. Seeing her classmates around buying marshmallows, talking and laughing, I knew she was a kind and friendly person. I always want to buy a marshmallow, but my parents never give me pocket money. I stand at the gate of the security booth and look at the happy faces of my classmates when they eat marshmallows.

The March breeze blows on my face. I bathed in the warm sunset and stared at my aunt who sold cotton candy. Suddenly, that aunt picked up a big cotton candy and came up to me.

"Little sister, will aunt treat you to cotton candy?" She bent down and stroked my head.

"But ... but I have no money."

"Aunt invites you to dinner, no money, take it!" She smiled.

So, I reached for the marshmallow. Aunt turned around and waved to me from time to time, with a reluctant smile on her pale face.

Looking down at the marshmallow in my hand, I was flattered, but I couldn't help licking it. The cotton candy melted after touching the tip of my tongue, but the sweetness still wrapped around my tongue. It feels like drinking the nectar of Joan in the sky, which can't be dispersed for a long time. Suddenly, I felt a warm heart and felt like a sunflower.

The next day before school, I borrowed money from my classmates to buy a marshmallow, and I was disappointed. For some reason, the aunt who sells cotton candy didn't come today.

One day, two days, three days ... Aunt hasn't come for a long time.

Later, I heard that she recently moved back to her hometown with her daughter. From then on, whenever I see someone selling cotton candy, I will clamor for my mother to buy it for me.

I believe my aunt will definitely bring sweet memories to people in some corner of the world. And the smell of marshmallows will definitely be missed by more people.

The taste of sugar composition 10 Grandma has been with me since I was a child. So that now recalling the past, most of them are about grandma.

What impressed me most was asking grandma for candy. When I was a child, I was very keen on eating sugar, such as fruit candy, milk candy, all kinds of soft and hard candy, chocolate &; Hellip& amphellip I ate almost all the edible sugar, and my teeth were not good, but I didn't feel any pain when I had sugar in my mouth.

I still remember one time I did something wrong and was scolded by my mother. I cried all the time when I was a child, and almost didn't overturn the roof. Finally, I was tired of crying, so I ran to my room alone, and no one took care of it. I didn't even eat dinner.

There is a light in the room, but there is always a feeling that it will not light up, as if the heart and the world are covered with a layer of black cloth. Looking through the window, it was dark. Outside, they chatted with the guests with relish, probably forgetting me, and no one asked me out to dinner.

However, the door was knocked down by my grandmother. She magically pulled a toffee out of her bag and gave it to me. Then she touched my head to comfort me. When she left, I peeled off the candy paper and ate it. I don't know whether the milky fragrance conquered me or those short words of comfort made my mood gradually improve.

This has happened several times.

I'm still with my grandmother, but as I get older, there's naturally nothing to say.

Today, she happened to go out to buy food and brought me a bag of chestnuts. I was too lazy to thank her, so I hurried upstairs to do my homework. I didn't open the bag until the chestnuts were getting cold. There is a butterscotch stuffed in the pile of chestnuts, which is shiny and looks very eye-catching.

It's a common brand, but it's not sold much now. I peeled it off and tasted it. It has a strong smell of milk, which is even more memorable when it is in my mouth.

The smell of toffee will stay in your mouth for a long time even after eating it.

There won't be a toffee in the chestnut bag, obviously it was put by grandma. I haven't eaten toffee for a long time. Now I either eat high-grade chocolate or occasionally choose two pieces from the candy bag. Butterflies look and taste strange.

Only its taste will never change, and so will that love.