There are sweet ingredients.

In daily life or work and study, many people have had the experience of writing compositions and are familiar with them. According to different genres, composition can be divided into narrative, expository, practical and argumentative. In order to make your writing easier and more convenient, the following is a sweet composition I collected, hoping to help you.

There is a sweet composition 1 My hometown is an ordinary Jiangbei town. There is no style of high-rise buildings in a metropolis, no romance of misty clouds in the south of the Yangtze River, and no boundless beauty of the seaside. But it has its own unique flavor. On a sunny day, I was walking in the field in thin sandals. There is no hard feeling of cement floor, and there is no pungent smell of asphalt road under sunlight. I only feel that my feet are loose and soft, and occasionally there is a stone in the middle, and my feet are numb. No matter how the sun changes the temperature, the air is still filled with the fragrance of soil mixed with the smell of vegetation and crops. Close your eyes and the crops around you whisper in the wind. Take a deep breath, this is the most natural sweetness in my hometown. Standing on the path and looking to the side, there are rows of low single-story huts with blue bricks and red tiles and white walls and wooden doors. In front of the door is a gravel path, which leads directly to the stream. Walking along the path, I walked into the elder sister's house next door and carefully looked at the furnishings in the house, which were almost the same as those of all farmers. A clean hut, with some farm tools, household appliances and crops just harvested in the season in the corner, and a sheepfold and a shed for stacking hay behind the house. I suddenly remembered the scene when I was a child. At that time, before I went to primary school, my elder sister would teach me to recite the poems she had just learned in the yard, and the afterglow of the evening shone obliquely in the yard and sprinkled everywhere. In the sunset, it is the smoke in the farmhouse yard, accompanied by the sweetness of steamed sweet potatoes by grandma. My sister next door brought me a cup of cold boiled water and said with a smile, "It's quite hot today. Have a glass of water. I just dried it, which is cool. " I hold it in my hand, hold it in my hand, and savor it. It is natural, fresh and sweet, without the plastic taste of pure water or the irritating taste of tap water. "By the way, big sister, where are the uncles and aunts?" "There it is!" She pointed to a field behind the house and said, "Watering, weeding and fertilizing have yielded good harvests in recent years. The family has lived a good life, but they are busy!" When she said this, her face was full of sweet smiles. Looking up, I saw two figures not far away, sometimes getting up and sometimes bending down, trying hard. There is a kind of sweetness called hometown. Although simple and simple, it can always be sweet to the bottom of my heart.

There is a sweet ingredient, and there is a sweetness, which is called sharing weal and woe.

"The blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold." Only when you have tasted bitterness can you enjoy the sweetness of sweetness. Accounting in financial work is very hard: a novice accountant who has just entered the field of financial work has no work experience and needs to start from basic financial work in a down-to-earth manner; Business tax reform, financial reform, individual tax reform, standard revision, Accounting upgrade ................................................................................................................................................... ..... At the end of the month, at the end of the year and at the beginning of the year, during holidays ..... you can always see busy accountants working overtime in the office of the enterprise; In addition to doing the tedious daily work, spare-time study can't be slack at all. Study, research and training ... either on the way to overtime or on the way to study; Communicate with tax authorities to reduce taxes and fees, negotiate financing loans with banks, increase revenue and reduce expenditure, reduce costs and increase efficiency, and accountants always take the lead without hesitation; In order to make a profit, the boss ignores the financial and tax risks, and the business personnel have no legal concept, so what to do is convenient. For the legal and compliant operation of enterprises, accountants have painstakingly persuaded them to sell white powder. ......

"After drinking water, you know yourself very well." If you don't do financial work, you won't know the hardships of accounting. Only by doing financial work can we appreciate the sweetness of accounting. When the accumulation of work experience is more and more abundant and the improvement of professional skills is more and more obvious, we realize the happiness brought by skilled work; When efforts brought us a successful exam and many professional certificates of accounting titles, we realized the joy of learning and harvesting; When we strive to get the boss's approval, we gain business trust, promotion and salary increase, and we feel the joy of always being rewarded ... at this time, we feel particularly sweet, just like eating honey.

"If you suffer, you will have a master" and "If you want to get ahead of others, you will be influenced after others". Many proverbs widely circulated since ancient times tell us that there is a kind of sweetness, and its cause must be the previous bitterness. No matter what kind of adversity, accountants engaged in financial work should maintain a good attitude of being brave, capable and willing to endure hardships, face it bravely and respond positively, and believe that they will be in the same boat in the end.

Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? There is a sweet and bitter fruit.

There is a sweet ingredient 3. Sometimes this taste, candy, fruit and chocolate are sweet, but sometimes feelings are sweet. For feelings, sweetness can be a person's help and a happy thing. But for me, parents' criticism and teachers' education are sometimes sweet.

In life, our parents may be very strict with us. They may blame, reprimand or even use force against us because we accidentally did something wrong and said something we shouldn't have said. We may be sad, but our parents only do it because they love us so much. In fact, if you think about it carefully, you will find that the purpose of parents' doing this is not to criticize us, but to let children know that this is wrong and there are better ways to solve it, so as to get better educational results.

In the ocean of life, there will inevitably be some stormy waves, but with the sails of love, we can ride the wind and waves and reach the other side of success. There will inevitably be difficulties and obstacles at the peak of life, but how can you see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?

There are parents at home and teachers at school. It can be said that teachers are our parents at school. We may not listen or talk in class, but the teacher will make you stand up and give you a corporal punishment. You may feel ashamed, so you hate teachers. In art and music classes, the teachers of these three subjects ask you to make up lessons in the office, and they will let you stay and talk to you after school. You may think that the teacher always refuses to let you take your favorite class or go home early because of your poor performance or poor grades. This is just because the teacher really likes you and wants you to become better or better. Because teachers have no responsibility to be nice to you, and they have no responsibility to take up their precious rest time to talk to you.

So sweetness is sometimes a taste and sometimes an emotion, but emotion is sweeter than taste, just like what our parents and teachers give us.

There are many kinds of sweetness in the world, and I don't think they are as sweet as millet porridge cooked by my mother.

When I was young, my stomach was very bad, and I often got intestinal diseases such as gastroenteritis. Whenever I have gastroenteritis, my mother will take me to the hospital for help. When I come back, it's usually 1 1, 12 o'clock in the evening, but my mother will give me medicine and feed me hot water, and usually stay up until dawn.

Once, my mother learned from a book that drinking millet porridge is good for the stomach. After I got up, she said to me happily: I found a way to regulate my stomach, that is, to drink millet porridge. I will drink millet porridge for breakfast and dinner every day. I muttered in my heart: Xiaomi porridge has no taste at all, so what's delicious! I can remember my mother's busy figure when I was ill. One is grateful, and the other is distressed by my mother, so I agreed.

The next morning, my mother made me millet porridge, which was really tasteless, just like boiled water. I cried, "Mom, porridge is not delicious at all. It's tasteless. I won't eat it. " . Mom came over and said, eat more! I ignored it, went back to my room, shut the door smartly, and left my mother standing alone.

On the third day, when I had breakfast, I found that it was still millet porridge, and the fire suddenly came up: How to eat millet porridge? I'm bored to death! Then go straight to the room. When my mother saw it, she quickly grabbed me and said that this millet porridge was different from yesterday's. Give it a try! I tried it reluctantly and found that there was a little sweetness in the porridge, so I was surprised to ask my mother: Did you put sugar in it? Didn't you say that eating sugar is bad for your stomach? Mom smiled and said, take a good look at yourself. I dug a few times into the porridge in the bowl and found some red dates mixed with millet. The red and yellow ones are very beautiful. As a result, my appetite increased greatly. I ate a bowl of porridge in a few bites, and then I ate another bowl! Mom said: don't eat too much, it's bad for your stomach. Eat it at night.

For the next two or three months, I ate millet porridge every morning and evening. Gradually, my stomach is getting better and better Up to now, I have no gastroenteritis.

Whenever I think of the millet porridge cooked by my mother, there will be a sweet taste in my heart. Not only the sweetness of millet porridge, but also the sweetness of maternal love. I think this kind of sweetness is incomparable to any kind of sweetness in the world.

There are sweet ingredients. It was the summer vacation, and I met my grandmother for the first time when I went to his house. When I ask someone, he always takes a nap in bed. Because there is a big shade behind the house, it is not so hot to turn on the button and turn on the fan.

When he gets up slowly, he will come to the table. There are always many watermelons under the table in summer. Pick up one, clean it by the well, half open the door when you go in, turn around again, put the melon on the table, clean it with a towel and prepare to cut it.

Sometimes when the knife is released, the watermelon will take the initiative to crack its belly and the red pulp will come out. Sometimes, you can see shiny cotton yarn particles. It looks delicious.

After cutting into pieces, he always asked me to start first, and pointed to a big piece and said with a smile, "Take the big one."

I like watermelon, and soon my arm will be full of melon juice. Looking at the dye on my arm, he often laughs.

Grandpa always eats fast. When you shut up and chew, the stubble on your mouth is like a brush. Wait until you have eaten almost. He put his hand to his mouth, picked up melon seeds and put them in a plastic basin.

Later, grandpa was a little demented, and hallucinations often appeared in his life. At that time, the doctor secretly told my mother that grandpa was not healthy.

He will say that he saw a group of people passing by the door. He would say, there is a snake wrapped around the beam. In the middle of the night, he often sits up, opens the door and turns around. Asked what he does, he replied that he didn't know. It is really useless for grandma to laugh at him.

In summer, people who hold watermelons also become grandmothers. Grandpa still eats with relish. When he shuts up and chews, the stubble on his mouth is as rough as a brush. I still laugh when I see the melon juice coming out of my arm.

Last autumn, grandpa left. He suffered for a month and a half and finally passed out. Sleep on the grass when you leave. The shroud and the paper stunned me, and the crying seemed to confuse the time.

Grandma didn't stand up for him for half a year. At first, grandpa couldn't go home after treatment, so he had to buy Dali Garden bread in the supermarket and let my mother take it home. Because he is afraid that his grandmother will be at home alone, so don't be too lazy to cook and starve yourself.

It is June again. Seeing the big and red watermelons in the shop, I always want to buy one for them to taste. It's just that I can't go back and grandpa can't eat any more.

The sweetest thing in the world can only exist in memory.