Chi la Ji writes a 400-word composition

1. When I was a child, I thought it was fun to see others eating Chili, and I often wanted to eat it myself, but I was too timid to eat it.

Once, my father took me to eat noodles. That's my favorite food.

I followed him to the noodle restaurant. When I got there, my father ordered two bowls of pork liver noodles.

After a while, hot noodles were served. I picked up chopsticks and took a big bite. Ah, this noodle is delicious.

Dad put down his chopsticks after taking a bite, picked up the jar on the table, opened the lid, and then scooped some red things from it with a spoon and put them into the noodle bowl. Then, dad mixed the noodles with chopsticks and began to eat again.

At this time, my father ate with relish. Seeing my father eating delicious food, I stopped to watch him eat noodles.

I watched it for a while, especially when I saw how delicious my father was eating that red thing. I was curious and immediately asked my father, "Dad, what is this red thing?" Dad replied, "it's Chili!" " ""Chili? " I said puzzled. Then I asked my father, "Is it delicious?" Dad smiled and said, "Don't you just try it yourself? "I heard that my father was right, so I learned from my father's appearance and only scooped a little pepper into the noodle bowl and mixed it.

Then I picked up chopsticks and took a bite. Wow, it's delicious! Spicy, this taste is really a bit strange.

I think it might be better to put more. So, I went to the jar and scooped a spoonful of pepper and put it in the noodle bowl.

Then, I mixed it with chopsticks. Then I picked up chopsticks and took a bite.

No sooner had the noodles been brought in than I vomited them all. The whole process takes less than four seconds.

My face turned red at once, and my mouth felt as uncomfortable as a needle. I immediately put out my tongue and raised my hand to slap.

Dad laughed loudly when he saw my embarrassment. I immediately said to my father, "You are still smiling like this! It's all you! " Dad had to snicker.

Meanwhile, he brought me a glass of water to gargle. I rinsed my mouth and felt much better.

I'm thinking, I'll never eat Chili again.

2. Articles about eating spicy food are blown in rainy autumn. The weekend here is quiet, but although I still work overtime, I am not busy anymore.

Drinking the company's free coffee and looking at the osmanthus tree in the middle of the small garden on the roof through the glass window, I feel very leisurely, but I don't know what to order for lunch alone. The restaurant that went late was a bit deserted, which may be due to the weekend. I looked at the menu and wanted to order boiled fish, but how did I get it in the cauldron? I had to change a plate of pickled bullfrog. There seems to be nothing spicy and unhappy recently, but it's not recently. Five years ago, young women ate carrots in Chili sauce, which was too big for people in different places to understand. Hey, hey, why are there carrots in Chili sauce? But the hometown in the south of the Yangtze River has always been like this, and it only slightly hangs its head from the snack wonton.

Occasionally, a friend brought the so-called authentic hot sauce from afar and was cheated into taking a bite. The spicy nose was sprayed all over the floor, and they couldn't close their mouths. It's terrible. After that, I just shook my head. I have always said that people with taste don't eat well, but feel good about everything they eat. Although I am delicious, I am not happy to enjoy the blessings of this pepper and pepper. I have to say that this is also a pity.

Five years ago, this little woman who didn't eat spicy food was thrown to Wuhan, where she couldn't live without spicy food. How am I supposed to live? I told my aunt who took care of us in the dormitory not to put spicy food in cooking. Menstruation's innocent face is still clear. She said, this how line, how to eat? I told her that I should steam the fish and put some onions and ginger on it. Her incredible eyes made me feel ashamed of being a poor waiter. What a pity! I am an easy-going person and have nothing to ask God. My local colleagues took me to eat Qing Ji Street, which was more lively than expected, and I had a deeper understanding of the traditional dock culture in Wuhan. But I have to drink a can of iced coke just to eat one or two shrimp balls, and the famous Jason Wu duck neck can only watch my peers chew there excitedly, which makes me feel funny.

At the time of SARS, the boss of the company gave the order and everyone took turns cooking lunch. The first meal I cooked was not bad. My former friends and colleagues were full of praise, but people looked vivid and powerless. If I remember it later, my self-esteem must have been greatly hurt. Gnome male-",I clearly remember that day I made fried eggs with leeks, shredded pork with celery and salad. As a result, I ate three bites, which seemed unbearable. Actually, they told the driver to go to the supermarket to buy hot sauce in front of me.

Gosh, I really didn't give any face. After that, I finally comforted myself by saying that it wasn't that I didn't work well. It is because of the contrast of tastes that I am used to eating spicy food. If I don't let go, I will feel dizzy and the food will be tasteless. I don't know who told me that people who can eat spicy food will definitely have a splash of personality. Although we can't generalize, the regionality of human character must exist. In fact, it is better to say that it is a character * * * developed from childhood. The colleagues there are really more generous and straightforward than the family.

Those days were hard but happy. I fell in love with the fish balls in Tangxun Lake, the fried snacks in the scenic village, the soup buns of the Four Seasons Beauty, the breakfast on the street, the fried bean skin with Chili peppers, which is a bit like eggnog in my hometown, a small noodle nest stained with sugar, and Regan Noodles. I can eat two meals at a time. I learned to eat breakfast on the road like them, and stew lotus root with a bowl of ribs while eating. Although I didn't really fall in love with spicy food in the end, at least I accepted the taste in my heart, or my memory of that taste was subtly influenced by my friends who ate spicy food.

The people in this city left me a lively life on the dock. I have drifted, but I have a bitter memory forever. When I moved back, I found that I had never been out of the spicy atmosphere. Opposite is a super spicy person, even his wife Joka, Apple and Lulu, all of whom are spicy leaders, fainted. This spicy relationship has been involved for too long, but the spicy taste here seems to have joined the taste of this city. It seems that this spicy degree is just right for my taste, or it may be that I have been away from home for too long and gradually stopped clinging to that little taste memory.

It is natural to visit Sichuan restaurants in this city with them and fall in love with boiling fish, pickled fish, pickled peppers and mala Tang. It seems to be such a simple process that I have never missed it again. It is very good. A bullfrog with pickled peppers is also very happy today. Just looking back, I feel that life never knows what will happen in the next second. How can I feel this happiness five years ago? Thinking of my old friend who came to play two days ago, I tried to coax her into eating spicy food, but she refused to eat it. Hehe, I seem to see the shadow of the past. Life is really wonderful.

Thinking about going to eat spicy food, the one on the street must have put something in the soup, which makes people want to stop, but someone told me that there is another one that tastes better and I must try it when I have the chance. I have fallen in love with spicy, but I don't think it's spicy, just a suitable spicy, a spicy that just makes me happy.

3. There is an essay about eating chili, and it is very spicy chili. Whenever I recall my childhood, I can't help laughing at the thought of "Chili Incident".

That happened when I was four or five years old. At that time, I was still young and didn't know what pepper was. All I know is that my mother won't let me eat this, which aroused my curiosity and thought, I have to try this thing. One day, my mother bought a lot of peppers, washed them and put them on the plate on the table. The washed peppers are more beautiful, watery, delicate and lovely. Coupled with the red "evening dress" and the big jade hat, the match is just right. Looking at the fresh peppers on the table, my mouth is watering. But my mother told me not to eat this. The excitement just now plummeted.

I looked at the red and watery pepper and couldn't wait to try it, but my mother said I wouldn't eat it. Could it be poison? I think. But seeing that red looks like poison, I gave up my mind. Could it be something delicious? Watching peppers glow in the light denies the idea. Suddenly. I wonder if this is delicious. Mom won't let me eat this, so I plan to eat this myself in the future. I was quite sure of this idea, so I took out some peppers.

"Pepper, pepper, I can get it for you. I want to taste you today! " I put pepper on the table. I couldn't wait to pick up the pepper and take a bite. After a while, I was so hot that tears welled up in my eyes. It's not because I'm too excited to eat Chili for the first time, but because the taste of Chili is too pungent, and my tears can't help ticking, and my face is full of tears. When the adults heard it and saw the peppers on the table, they all understood the truth. Comfort me with a smile.

"I will find out the essence of things before I do anything." After it was spicy enough, I came to the same conclusion. My mother also praised me happily.

Eating Chili peppers has always been imprinted on my mind. It is a small spray in my colorful childhood. It gave me good memories.

4. People who are afraid of eating spicy food write spicy food, which is a kind of * * * flavor. Learning to eat spicy food means learning to be patient, which is very difficult.

One day, my father took me to eat hot pot. I didn't eat spicy food before, but watching my parents eat spicy food tickles my heart. So, in order to have a try, I chose spicy fish head soup. The bottom of the pot came up, and I looked at the smoking boiling fish head soup. I am eager to try, but I am afraid. Encouraged by my father, I put a piece of fresh meat on the fish head, put it in my mouth and chew it slowly. I immediately felt a strange, aggressive smell like a raging fire, reaching my throat and sticking to the base of my tongue. I can only use iced drinks to relieve the incalculable "pain" in my mouth, but the fire did not weaken, but spread to my ears, tormenting me to death and forcing me to cry. I don't know how I survived. After a while, the fire finally slowed down. "Break me!" "Dad patted me on the back and couldn't help laughing." Is it memorable? Nothing ventured, nothing gained? You keep on cheering. "At this point, I just slow lead spirit, but I am not willing to stop there, knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, I prefer to go to the mountains! The hard struggle began again. From then on, I began to deal with spicy food. Sometimes eat spicy food, such as hot and sour fish soup, husband and wife lung slices and so on. I'd rather drink some water than give up the chance to eat spicy food. After many exercises, I can eat spicy food. Eating spicy food is just like taking a sauna. Patience is an absolute "killing skill". "

The same is true in life. If something happens, you have to put up with it. Patience is also an art, which can help you avoid a lot of troubles and improve your quality. Whether you can get along well with people and integrate into this society depends on whether you can tolerate it and eat spicy food! Learn to eat spicy food, and you will certainly benefit a lot.

My specialty is eating 800 words of Chili composition and drinking a mouthful of Chili water. It still looks exactly the same as yesterday.

I think maybe I ate too little yesterday. How can I like my sister? So I have to eat more today. I went to the vegetable field to pick red peppers again. I didn't pick a few today. People who eat Chili peppers will become white and beautiful.

My sister told me this when I was seven years old. As for me, after eating so many peppers, my skin is still the same as before and my appearance is still the same. I told my mother that I would go to a big hospital. I told the doctor that I really eat Chili. But at night, my stomach hurts badly. Childhood life is very interesting. How beautiful do you think red peppers are? Red peppers are beautiful.

I picked a red pepper in the vegetable field that day. I remember it only because I want to be white and beautiful! The doctor smiled and said to his mother, "Oh, my parents quickly sent me to the village health clinic, and the doctor couldn't see why." Childhood memories are very beautiful.

After eating such terrible peppers, I began to wait for myself to become beautiful and white tomorrow. The next morning, as soon as I got up, I looked in the mirror. I picked a dozen in one breath. I believe that. I told him that I just ate a few red peppers during the day. The doctor asked me if I had any red peppers. I told the doctor that they were picked from my own vegetable field: it's so beautiful to eat Chili.

I want to be as white and beautiful as my sister. Because my sister can eat Chili, it's so white. I don't know how I swallowed that pepper and how I can make myself beautiful.

Bite your teeth and eat. It's spicy. Very easy to solve. I take a sip of pepper and a sip of water. I'm ready to eat some after washing. I have water ready.

The doctor didn't believe it. That's the reason. Your daughter will be beautiful. "Now doctors sometimes laugh at me when they look at me. The way is to bite his teeth with the secret recipe my sister taught me, and his stomach will swell. He can't swallow anything until he stops eating.

I still fantasize about eating that kind of red pepper until my throat is hot and swollen, but the skin in the mirror is still so dark and the peppers in the vegetable field are fresh, and the effect will definitely be better. But this pepper is so bad that my mouth is so hot that I dare not open my mouth to talk. I think this is necessary, because people are not as beautiful as their sisters and do not suffer. Then they asked me if I had eaten anything: I had to fill my stomach with water when I went to a big hospital.

6. composition 1 on the topic of spicy: the campus is spicy. There will be a sports meeting tomorrow, and the students are eager to sign up.

They are all planning tomorrow's action. At the beginning of the next day's competition, the students were in full swing, especially the contestants, who were like arrows leaving the string, rushing to run for fear of falling behind, and all the match points were in full swing.

The students are like wild horses out of control, running all the time. Students in other events are flushed and full of spicy breath like eating Chili. Look at their spicy breath. It's a "spicy" home.

They broke out all over and competed for the first place. Seeing this, I think: learning has the tenacity of learning, and all the uninhibited spicy gas will erupt at the sports meeting, so as to be a real "luxury" person. Food is delicious because of bittersweet taste, family is happy because of bittersweet things, and campus is successful because of bittersweet efforts.

Chapter II: Fierce Campus During my growing years, many things happened, one of which I will never forget. I remember one time, the teacher asked us to write down our class assignments. I casually said to myself, "There is no need to write down the class assignments. Just keep it in your head. "

After lunch, I enjoyed myself on the playground, but I left my homework behind. When the bell rang, the teacher came into the classroom quietly. As soon as she puts down the book, she will spot-check her homework.

As soon as I heard it, I immediately asked my deskmate in a panic: "What is the homework in class?" My deskmate whispered to me, "Organize idioms!" "Oh!" I suddenly realized, "My memory has always been good! What happened today? " I began to blame myself for not writing it down. I'm sure the teacher often said to us, "A good memory is better than a bad pen!" " "This really makes sense. But it was too late, and the teacher came to me. Seeing that I looked flustered and my desktop was empty, she asked sternly, "Where's your homework?" I replied hesitantly, "I ... I forgot to make copies ..." "What? Did you forget the reason? You are too irresponsible for your study! "The teacher scolded me again, and my classmates gave me a mocking look.

I blushed and my head was low. I really want to find a hole to drill down! Maybe the teacher saw that I didn't mean to be lazy. After a while, she patted me on the shoulder and said kindly, "Remember to do your homework next time, but you have to stay after school today to make up your homework!" " I gently nodded, "well", a * * * hot face. Alas, who told me to be lazy! It's really a minute of pleasure and ten minutes of pain! After school, the students went home one after another, leaving only me and my classmates on duty.

My parents gave me a strange look outside the window, and a feeling of making mistakes came back to me. I just felt blood surge up and my face flushed. Oh, what a pity! Although it has been a long time, but now I think about it, my face still feels spicy.

7. Articles about eating spicy food The wind blows in rainy autumn. The weekend here is quiet, but although I still work overtime, I am not busy anymore. Drinking the company's free coffee and looking at the osmanthus tree in the middle of the small garden on the roof through the glass window, I feel very leisurely, but I don't know what to order for lunch alone. The restaurant that went late was a bit deserted, which may be due to the weekend. I looked at the menu and wanted to order boiled fish, but how did I get it in the cauldron? I had to change a plate of pickled bullfrog. There seems to be nothing spicy and unhappy recently, but it's not recently.

Five years ago, young women ate carrots in Chili sauce, which was too big for people in different places to understand. Hey, hey, why are there carrots in Chili sauce? But the hometown in the south of the Yangtze River has always been like this, and it only slightly hangs its head from the snack wonton. Occasionally, a friend brought the so-called authentic hot sauce from afar and was cheated into taking a bite. The spicy nose was sprayed all over the floor, and they couldn't close their mouths. It's terrible. After that, I just shook my head. I have always said that people with taste don't eat well, but feel good about everything they eat. Although I am delicious, I am not happy to enjoy the blessings of this pepper and pepper. I have to say that this is also a pity.

Five years ago, this little woman who didn't eat spicy food was thrown to Wuhan, where she couldn't live without spicy food. How am I supposed to live? I told my aunt who took care of us in the dormitory not to put spicy food in cooking. Menstruation's innocent face is still clear. She said, this how line, how to eat? I told her that I should steam the fish and put some onions and ginger on it. Her incredible eyes made me feel ashamed of being a poor waiter. What a pity! I am an easy-going person and have nothing to ask God. My local colleagues took me to eat Qing Ji Street, which was more lively than expected, and I had a deeper understanding of the traditional dock culture in Wuhan. But I have to drink a can of iced coke just to eat one or two shrimp balls, and the famous Jason Wu duck neck can only watch my peers chew there excitedly, which makes me feel funny.

At the time of SARS, the boss of the company gave the order and everyone took turns cooking lunch. The first meal I cooked was not bad. My former friends and colleagues were full of praise, but people looked vivid and powerless. If I remember it later, my self-esteem must have been greatly hurt. Gnome male-",I clearly remember that day I made fried eggs with leeks, shredded pork with celery and salad. As a result, I ate three bites, which seemed unbearable. Actually, they told the driver to go to the supermarket to buy hot sauce in front of me. Gosh, I really didn't give any face. After that, I finally comforted myself by saying that it wasn't that I didn't work well. It is because of the contrast of tastes that I am used to eating spicy food. If I don't let go, I will feel dizzy and the food will be tasteless. I don't know who told me that people who can eat spicy food will definitely have a splash of personality. Although we can't generalize, the regionality of human character must exist. In fact, it is better to say that it is a character * * * developed from childhood. The colleagues there are really more generous and straightforward than the family.

Those days were hard but happy. I fell in love with the fish balls in Tangxun Lake, the fried snacks in the scenic village, the soup buns of the Four Seasons Beauty, the breakfast on the street, the fried bean skin with Chili peppers, which is a bit like eggnog in my hometown, a small noodle nest stained with sugar, and Regan Noodles. I can eat two meals at a time. I learned to eat breakfast on the road like them, and stew lotus root with a bowl of ribs while eating. Although I didn't really fall in love with spicy food in the end, at least I accepted the taste in my heart, or my memory of that taste was subtly influenced by my friends who ate spicy food. The people in this city left me a lively life on the dock. I have drifted, but I have a bitter memory forever.

When I moved back, I found that I had never been out of the spicy atmosphere. Opposite is a super spicy person, even his wife Joka, Apple and Lulu, all of whom are spicy leaders, fainted. This spicy relationship has been involved for too long, but the spicy taste here seems to have joined the taste of this city. It seems that this spicy degree is just right for my taste, or it may be that I have been away from home for too long and gradually stopped clinging to that little taste memory. It is natural to visit Sichuan restaurants in this city with them and fall in love with boiling fish, pickled fish, pickled peppers and mala Tang. It seems to be such a simple process that I have never missed it again. It is very good. A bullfrog with pickled peppers is also very happy today. Just looking back, I feel that life never knows what will happen in the next second. How can I feel this happiness five years ago? Thinking of my old friend who came to play two days ago, I tried to coax her into eating spicy food, but she refused to eat it. Hehe, I seem to see the shadow of the past. Life is really wonderful.

Thinking about going to eat spicy food, the one on the street must have put something in the soup, which makes people want to stop, but someone told me that there is another one that tastes better and I must try it when I have the chance. I have fallen in love with spicy, but I don't think it's spicy, just a suitable spicy, a spicy that just makes me happy.

8. Stealing food □ Since the class made a rule that no spicy food is allowed, my mouth is called one word-greedy! Especially when I see other students eating spicy food, I envy them. I wish I could go back in time and reassign me to other classes! I have endured it for nearly a week, and I plan to buy it secretly today.

I made two plans for my theft. You must ask me why I made two plans. That's because I'm afraid the first move won't succeed, so I can use the second move, double insurance! The first trick is to put things in the bag immediately after buying, and let a classmate "pretend to talk" to me: pretend to say, "Have you read your favorite book? I haven't, change it tomorrow! " That classmate said, "I saw it, but I didn't bring enough money today." I will buy it tomorrow. " Do you want to change it? I will stay with you! "The second trick is to buy my spicy food and put it in the interlayer of the bag, so that others will not be suspicious.

I'm going to use the second trick today, because the second trick is not as complicated as the first one. After school in the afternoon, I began to "act".

First of all, I found a very good classmate to help me keep an eye on the wind. As long as there are classmates or Zhou Sheng coming, I can stall them, and we all have mobile phones, so we can contact each other. Whoever comes, you can tell me. I walked into the shop, secretly glad that there were many people. I scanned the whole store and there were no classmates. I can buy it safely.

I grabbed a bag of spicy overlord silk, paid the money quickly in lightning speed, took out my schoolbag, stuffed spicy overlord silk into my schoolbag, quickly picked up my schoolbag, ran out of the store, glanced at my classmates on guard and said, "Go!" That classmate followed me to the overpass, so I quickly took out the "overlord silk" I bought and "shared it" with the students on guard. This is my experience of stealing vegetables, some thrilling, some helpless.

But then I really understood that spicy food was unsanitary and unhealthy, so I never had the experience of stealing vegetables again.