A composition with the theme of taste.

In daily study, work and life, everyone will be exposed to composition to some extent. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. Still at a loss for composition? The following is my composition on the topic of taste, for reference only. Welcome to reading.

Happiness is a naughty shadow hidden in the gap of life, so people feel that happiness is out of reach. In fact, as long as you open your heart and feel it with your heart, you can always hear the melody of happiness and bring a sweet taste.

The afterglow of the sunset slipped into the room obliquely, and the familiar taste of food came from the half-opened door. I took off my whole body and pushed open the door, shouting "I'm back" as usual. The home is still so warm, and my mother's busy figure shuttles back and forth between the kitchen and the restaurant. She smiled at a carefully prepared table of food. Golden potatoes are really my favorite. Dad crossed his legs and talked about the stock market that day with great interest. Pride has raised his eyebrows. Looking for cigarettes? Grandpa looked at the building being built outside the window and was worried? Smoke lingers around this soldier who has always been serious. "Come back, what's interesting about this day?" Look at him turning around, and the wrinkles around his eyes are actually an old urchin. Great, our family has deep feelings. I remember my mother protecting me at night, my father patiently educating me, and my grandfather telling jokes I already know to make me happy. I am happy, because I have a family who loves me, and I can feel the happiness brought by bringing my family. Depend on your parents at home and your friends when you go out. It is also my happiness to recall yesterday with my good friends when I get to school. Ripples rippled in my mind, and my memory turned the page of the second day of junior high school. Adults say that the second day of junior high school is a turning point in my career, and my heart is full of countless sadness and a little rebellion. After several big exams, mathematics, which has always been proud, has become a heart-wrenching pain. Watching the teacher leave a big red mark on the paper, tears can't stop hitting the desk, with endless regrets. When I opened my eyes, I didn't know who handed me a tissue. I looked up and my good friends all smiled and said, "You cried before." In fact, I can see it in their eyes.

Worried. We agreed that we should all refuel. Hand in hand, we build an unshakable faith. When we are together, there is noise between classes, and we have leisure to stroll on the playground after the exam. This kind of happiness is mutual understanding and encouragement between friends.

As time goes by, many happy silhouettes will be left. In the rainy season, helping the fallen pedestrians and others to complete the work assigned by the teacher with a strong sense of responsibility is recognized by the students, which is also a happy taste. ...

Everyone has his own 21 kinds of happiness. For me, every bit of life is happiness. This kind of happiness is conceived in every morning, permeates every breath of air and melts in my heart? It is sweet.

Composition 2 on the topic of taste: Taste is what people get through tasting. Tasting is something that people need courage to get. The tastes are sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty. But when you bravely taste it, that sense of accomplishment will haunt you like a follower. I tasted a refreshing taste in a trip, which made me realize that if I don't taste it, I will never know what it is, and I will never know the truth of trying boldly.

My brother, mother and I took my father's car to Dawen Village in Tung Chung. Because, maybe we don't have enough to eat, my mother bought us sushi specially. When we got off the bus, we saw a beautiful scenery like Taohua Forest. On the branches of the banyan tree, there are birds singing, fishermen chatting and customers shopping. The branches reached above the house obediently. When people look up, they can see a green branch, which can block the sun and bring cool air to people in summer. Winter can resist heavy snow, as beautiful as a fairyland.

We walked to the back garden of Dayong Village Exhibition Hall, and there were some amusement facilities next to several pavilions. Well, it didn't even get my attention. I took my mother to sit down safely in the pavilion and gave her a mysterious smile like Mona Lisa. Secretly tell you, in fact, my heart is like a brand tiger that sees the eyes of its prey shine. But my mother saw through my mysterious smile and said, come on, children. I know what you are thinking. Let's eat!

I made a face at my mother, then picked up chopsticks and put a salmon sushi in my mouth: delicious! It's delicious! (it's delicious! ) I jumped three feet high with joy. Stop! Look at me! Mother picked up the mustard and poured it in. I looked at the green lump and became stupefied.

Readers, don't stare at me. In fact, the gears in my mind are spinning rapidly: this mustard is as green as bamboo, and pure green is difficult to adjust on the painter's drawing board. Mother picked up a piece of sushi and dipped it in mustard. A large piece of green mustard was put into her mouth. After a while, my mother's tears kept flowing out: how spicy! Ha ha ha ... My brother and I laughed.

Seeing my mother eating so tastefully, my curiosity and competitiveness can no longer be resisted. I smelled the mustard curiously: Mom, what should I do if I eat this? Very spicy! Yes, this can also clear your nose. I want to eat this too, but my heart is tied: I want to eat it, but is it too spicy? I won't eat it then, but I want to have a try&; & amp hand involuntarily picked up a piece of sushi with a lot of mustard in it and sent it to my mouth. It was a little sweet at first, but it didn't last long, so I rushed into it & this is my first attempt. However, my feet flew like firecrackers &; & This may be my unique way to relieve spicy food!

The taste this time is spicy. There are countless flavors in the world, because there are more than ten kinds of flavors. This time because of my courage, I tasted this taste. I believe you can also use your courage and courage to taste more fresh flavors.

Composition with the theme of taste 3 Music of life-Symphony of pots and pans; The colors of life-red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. What about the taste of life? Of course it's all ups and downs. Don't you believe it? Then let's experience it together!

Sour feeling

Alas, hate Chinese, hate math, hate English! Looking up at the sky, I sighed: "This exam is definitely over!" When the results were announced, the teacher's laughter was sour, our noses were sour, the teacher's words were sour, and our eyes were sour. It seems that everyone has a green olive in his mouth. "What's the use of crying? Can crying bring success? Failure does not believe in tears! " The monitor said to us. Yes! What is failure? Dry your tears, find yourself and forge ahead bravely. It is this failure that has strengthened our confidence and determination to win next time!

Green olives give us endless aftertaste.

Sweet enjoyment

"Wow, that's sweet! Hehe! " With the words of joy, I jumped up! How many days and nights, our efforts finally paid off! This time I finally got rid of the nickname "60", because through unremitting efforts, I finally got a good score of 92! Isn't it worth my pleasure? My heart is like eating on the way to school, how crisp the birds are singing, how beautiful the flowers are laughing, how happy the river is flowing ... I don't think I have quickened my pace. I want to dedicate this sweetness to my mother who worked hard day and night at the first time!

bitter taste

There is sweetness, and of course there is bitterness. Learning life is a bitter feeling. No, the math teacher just copied two blackboard topics, and Chinese and English teachers came one after another, holding two stacks of test papers and saying, "Digest well!" " "Alas, it's really" homework rustles endlessly and papers roll endlessly ".Few students look up at the sky with a sigh without sticking out their tongues: our life is really bitter!

Spicy experience

"wow! How did you do so well this time! " There is a kind of irony in my classmates' words, which makes me taste an unprecedented spicy feeling. I bowed my head and said nothing, looking at the bright red score on the test paper, not knowing whether to be happy or sad. The teacher is still praising my progress ... "Wow" a burst of warm applause sounded, but what I heard was clearly: doubt, incomprehension, doubt ... I buried my head lower and my face was surprisingly hot. I plucked up my courage, grabbed that disgraceful paper with high scores and walked to the teacher.

Spicy taste, unpleasant, I don't want to experience it again.

Life is complicated and changeable. Sweet and sour, red, yellow, blue and green, life is woven into a very sweet song, a colorful painting. Friends, enjoy life, and you will find that life is colorful!

I am a small and delicate sparrow.

My home is in the treetops, on clothes hangers and sometimes even on telephone poles. I am so free and carefree, and the sidewalk is my happy world.

I like every road there. On every main road, there are many colored bricks of different sizes. When I am bored, I will play games with bricks. Jumping on these bricks is my great pleasure. I like to pick out a color in my mind, and then quickly find bricks of these colors and fall on them. Believe me, even if I have some "physical collision" with human beings in the process of "shifting my position", no one will notice me because I am so small and insignificant. Of course, sometimes I think of some outrageous colors, which are hard to find in the street. What should I do? Whenever this happens, I will skillfully use some "small means": I stand at the top of the tree, look at houses of different heights, and quickly search for places with the colors I want. Once I find a house in my favorite color, I will flap my wings proudly and land lightly on those bricks.

I like every tree there. When I play hide-and-seek with my friends, I always take my time scanning every big tree. When I find the kind of tree with tightly clustered leaves, I will get in, look at the leaves inside and look for my "ghost imitator". Over time, when the trees learned that I was going to play hide-and-seek, they would stretch out their hands and shake them in the wind, signaling me to hide in their bodies. Leaves always cooperate with me. When they saw me coming, they surrounded me playfully and couldn't even get in a breeze or a ray of sunshine. I prefer the "rustling" sound when the wind blows through the leaves. It sounds like a beautiful song and attracts me deeply.

I like everyone who is gentle there. I like to walk in the middle of the sidewalk and meet everyone's favorite eyes. Some people will look at me for a long time and then reluctantly tear off a small piece of bread and feed it to me. Whenever this time, I will tilt my head and stare at them. After a long time, I will nod my thanks. I like children's tender smiling faces. When the children see me, they will test me carefully. When they see that I am not afraid at all, they will arch their hands into a semicircle and gently lift me up. At this time, I will fly naughtily from their hands to their shoulders, making them scream first and then laugh happily.

I am a carefree and free sparrow. I like every road, every tree and everyone on the sidewalk.

The topic of taste Only those who can eat, sleep and laugh can taste the happiness of life.

The teacher asked the students to be journalists, interview their fathers and write an interview article. One of the questions is: What is your father's dream? A student's father said: I only have three wishes, the first is to eat, the second is to sleep, and the third is to laugh.

Hearing this, the student said, other students' dads all dream of being a big official, making a fortune and making a name for themselves, but your dream is so ridiculous!

Everyone has dreams and wishes in life. Being a big official, making a fortune and making a name is the dream pursued by most people today. Who doesn't want to do something magnificent? Who doesn't want a car and a BMW? Who doesn't want the geese to remain silent and immortal? However, even if it can be realized, it may not be possible to realize the three wishes of parents in the above story.

With an official position, you are rich and famous, and you may not be in trouble, knocking at the door in the middle of the night, being physically and mentally healthy, unable to eat, sleep or laugh? With the official position, it is necessary to stabilize the official position and be swayed by considerations of gain and loss. Today, I am worried that this subordinate is more capable than himself and will surpass himself in the future. Tomorrow, I'm worried that someone will complain to the superior and withdraw his office. If you have wealth, you have to worry about keeping it, that thieves will miss it, and that you will lose money in business. If you have a reputation, you must have expectations. In this way, it is difficult to eat, sleep and laugh.

Therefore, no matter what kind of dreams, lofty aspirations and good wishes you have, the ultimate pursuit is the happiness of life. But the taste of happiness can only be tasted by those who can eat, sleep and laugh.

From this perspective, parents' wishes are the most practical things in life. Whether in a high position, rich in property, or famous. If you are human, you should eat, sleep and laugh. Eating and sleeping is the need of survival, and laughter is the representative of health. Whether a person can laugh or not is the main sign that you are happy or unhappy. And with the acceleration of social rhythm, people are less and less fond of laughing, and some people don't even laugh. Can you say that eating, sleeping and laughing are not important in life? The World Health Organization regards eating fast and sleeping fast as the main measure of human health. You can eat if you are healthy, sleep if you are healthy and refreshed, and laugh if you are healthy and refreshed.

Therefore, people who can eat, sleep and laugh can taste the happiness of life.

Composition 6 on the topic of taste Who let me know this strange and strange world? Who let me know what happened in this world? Who adds color to my composition? And who let my knowledge treasure house continue to expand? The answer is "book". Reading every book can make me feel happy. When I am immersed in it, I will follow the characters in the book into various situations and travel in different imaginary worlds and countries.

I like reading fairy tales. They can take me into the story, use my infinite imagination, imagine all kinds of people and things, and let me wander in the fictional country of the story. Fairy tale books will have beautiful illustrations, which will help me blend into the scene more quickly. Moreover, fairy tales are often short in words and read quickly, which will not make my eyes too tired, but can quickly meet the needs of this little bookworm.

I like reading comic books, especially when I am bored before exams, or when my parents are tired of going out to work and playing with toys. This is the most suitable pastime. If a comic book comes before the exam, it will crawl into my brain like a million "laughing bugs", massage and relax my nervous nerves, and then tease my "laughing nerves" to make me laugh. When I am bored, reading a comic book can make me laugh, amaze me and even make me cry. Every time I finish reading a comic book, everything in front of me becomes so interesting. Closing the book can also remind me of the funny plot in the book, and all of a sudden my pressure and troubles are swept away.

I like reading novels, and I can follow the protagonist into strange plots. All things like happiness, sadness, horror, fun and surprise seem to happen to me. The novel will make me turn page by page, read episode by episode, and be intoxicated with it. Sometimes I will feel surprised when I look up, and another hour has passed. Sometimes when I read novels at night and see wonderful scenes, my mother urges me to sleep, which makes me want to take the novel with me to sleep, so the novel is also a book I can't put down.

Every time I am free, I want to put the rocking chair under the big tree, sit on the rocking chair, let the cool wind gently brush my cheeks, pick up an interesting book and enjoy the wonderful reading taste. Sometimes when I see a good book, I will strongly recommend it to my brother and my good friends, and publicize the wonderful or funny content to them so that they can also enjoy reading this book.

Wang Anshi once said that "poor books are rich, and rich books are expensive". Books are so amazing and great. Let's open them together and enjoy the extraordinary taste of reading!

A mother gave the only green olive in her pocket to her youngest son, who took a bite and spat bitter. But after a while, the bitterness turned into fragrance, but I couldn't find the green olive anymore.

I feel bitter and vomit, but when bitterness turns into fragrance, I can't find olives anymore. In life, we have experienced countless setbacks and sufferings, and many times we just gave up when we tasted bitterness, just like that little boy. As we all know, only by keeping working hard can we see the sweetness. So, how can we tide over the difficulties?

Hard work requires our firm will. Under the impact of setbacks, our will will gradually weaken; But we must never give up. After being defeated by the State of Wu, Gou Jian, the King of Yue, was unwilling to fail, tried his best and tasted all the bitterness, and finally wiped out the State of Wu in one fell swoop, thus repaying the national humiliation. Gou Jian sleeps on firewood every day. In order not to forget his shame, he licked his guts and exercised his will every day. Finally, he came back after all the hardships.

Efforts need us to stick to our original intention. There is a story circulating on the Internet that Peking University sells rice noodles with high flyers. This incident surprised many people. This is Zhang Tianyi, Master of Laws from Peking University. After graduation, I started a small business selling beef powder.

Once he was despised and criticized by many people, but he always insisted on his original heart, regardless of other people's eyes. Now, he has owned dozens of chain stores and has become an enviable boss. Zhang Tianyi, stick to himself, stick to his original heart, taste the ridicule of others, and finally get through thick and thin and succeed in starting a business. His success tells us that if we stick to our original intention, we can share joys and sorrows.

Hard-won, need never give up. There is a plot in the movie Never Give Up: the coach asks the captain of the football team to challenge the "death crawl" to a greater extent. With the constant shouting and encouragement of the coach, he miraculously climbed up the whole football field. This is more than five times what they usually train. In the process, the captain repeatedly said that he really couldn't climb, but the coach encouraged him not to stop. "Go on, don't stop!" "A * * * shouted 48 times. In this way, he accomplished the impossible task. This shows that a person's potential is unlimited, no matter how difficult the process is, we must stick to it until the end. Never give up, you can get through difficulties and obstacles.

You can only see the bright moon if you keep the clouds open, and you can only come if you keep it hard. We should hone our will, stick to our initial intentions and never give up. Because, only by enduring in bitterness can we taste the fragrance in the fruits of success.

Composition 8 on the topic of taste has talked with my friends about my unique view on the word "persistence" more than once. Have a sip of warm tea that is still steaming and stop nagging me. Let's open the topic of "persistence".

It was a spring, and in order to welcome the spring sports meeting held in our district, our school set up a track and field team. Our head teacher thought I was capable, so he signed me up. This is what I didn't expect. After all, running is not my strong suit. Every morning and afternoon after school, "devil training" has become accustomed to it. I will arrive at the playground for training on time every day, never absent or late. Some students are arrogant because of their high running skills, so they always have to find a satisfactory excuse to avoid training.

I asked them why they did it, and they said I was stupid.

Indeed, I have to run every day, running endlessly; Run until your leg hurts, and persist until you are weak. Words cannot describe such bitterness.

Maybe this is the taste of persistence? I think. I don't know why, what forces support me and make me want to give up, but I can't.

Now that you have done it, let's do it to the end! I think. Because my endurance is greater than explosive power, the teacher reported me the longest event of this sports meeting-800 meters. 800 meters, two laps around the playground!

Just then, the annual pony Larsson began to register. So I signed up, found an excuse to practice marathon, and ran a dozen laps on the playground every day. Every activity class, I can't help but feel itchy when I watch my classmates play a fierce basketball game on the playground, but I grit my teeth and never stop. ...

The day of the competition finally came, the weather was fine and the spring was brilliant. When I stood on the newly painted white starting line, I asked myself-can I persist? Sure！

"Bang-"the gun went off. I try my best to run forward, desperate to run forward, not only when I am exhausted, but also when I run, run …

At 400 meters, sweat flowed down like an unstoppable faucet; 300 meters, I saw victory, the snow-white finish line; 200 meters, acceleration, sprint ... Finally, I smiled, although I was very tired. Because I overcame myself and persisted.

It turns out that persistence is as simple as writing a composition; The original taste of persistence is so sweet. Oh, my friend, it's not difficult to persist. Although the process is bitter, it is sweet after all.

Put down the teacup, and the fragrance of tea lingers in your mouth for a long time. Just like the taste of persistence, it is memorable. ...

Happiness is a naughty shadow hidden in the gap of life, so people feel that happiness is out of reach. In fact, as long as you open your heart and feel it with your heart, you will hear the melody of happiness, and every gesture has a sweet taste.

"Ding, Ding ..." The alarm clock rang, and the crisp sound awakened my tired body. I'm still a little sleepy, but I got up with difficulty. As always, my father posted a note on my bedside-"Children, it is inevitable to have pressure in study. We all understand, but you must not be too nervous, and your health is also very important. " That simple word became my motivation today, and that encouraging word filled me with confidence and courage. No matter how difficult it is, I will grit my teeth and get through it. Growing up, my parents' love made me feel the taste of happiness.

Happiness is as simple as a piece of paper, but it gives people motivation.

In the afternoon, I always like to run under the fruit trees in the yard and pester my grandmother to pick fruit for me. She always gently stroked my head, found a small stick, came under the tree, stood on tiptoe, waved the stick and laid small oranges. The breeze gently brushed her silver hair, but there was an unspeakable feeling. I peeled a small orange and took a bite. The sweet taste spread lightly on the tip of the tongue, just like a clear spring, which poured into my heart and made me feel refreshed.

Happiness, as ordinary as oranges, is refreshing.

At night, the lights are like beans. Looking for a little yellow glow on the wall, my mother gently pushed the door and went in. When she saw me squatting at the table and reading hard, she sighed lightly and put down the milk and said, "Don't make yourself too tired, just sleep when you are sleepy!" " I answered and she pushed the door and went out again. I am immersed in the ocean of problems and keep thinking about the process of solving them. By the time I solved the problem, before I knew it, the smell of milk had permeated the whole room. I took a sip of milk and suddenly felt very tired and energetic. I gulped the sweet milk, feeling the delicious milk and my mother's constant care and love.

Happiness, as plain as a glass of warm milk, gives people strength.

Happiness is not abstract. It is immersed in the dribs and drabs of life, without catching up, just discovering. Whether it is the happiness of beggars being taken care of, or the happiness of eating candied haws when they were young, or the happiness of stars resting and sleeping when they are busy, they all really come from ordinary things. As long as you are good at feeling and discovering, you will understand that happiness is never above, it is in your eyes, in your heart, and it is never far away.

Taste topic composition 10 flies by, and the four seasons are constantly circulating. Every four seasons have left me with various impressions. Every season has left me an unforgettable footprint. Because ... middle school.

Acid-physical education class

The sun in spring is golden.

That warm physical education class, physical education class in the first period of middle school. After introducing himself to us, the teacher said, "Warm up, do two laps, and then the Sports Commission will lead the team to run five laps." When the order was given, I began to run around with them in the sun. For fat students, running is long, boring, flustered and helpless ... When they came to school the next day, they all said that their backs were sore, their legs hurt and their arms hurt, and they all complained.

Spring-left me a footprint of complaining!

Sweet China classroom

The sun is warm in summer.

The Chinese teacher is a humorous and handsome young man. He gave us lessons, just chatting! We all shake our heads when we can't answer a simple question. The Chinese teacher is not angry at all. He frowned and said, "There is water on one side and flour on the other. If you shake your head, it will become paste. How can you answer the question? " . At this time, laughter filled the whole classroom space. The sun shines in and the weather is warm.

Summer-left me a happy footprint!

Bitterness-Mathematics Class

The sunshine in autumn is not dazzling.

Our math teacher came to put on airs in the first class of grade one. She sat in a chair and put her legs on another chair. Then she spoke her authentic Mandarin unhurriedly. "Why don't you write! Write! " We are all very happy down there. However, this math problem is very difficult now. As soon as the teacher appeared in the classroom, the whole classroom was gloomy. Even if there was sunshine, you wouldn't feel it. Taking math class is a hard life!

Autumn-left me a painful footprint!

A spicy political lesson

The sun in winter is invisible.

The political teacher is a peerless beauty! It's just that she is a college graduate with a bad temper. Don't make any noise when doing problems in class. You must be quiet, you can hear a needle fall to the ground. Xxx was whispering to her deskmate and was heard by her ears. Standing is a scolding, and this scene makes everyone stunned. Look at this violent beauty, or surrender honestly!

Winter-left me a conscious footprint!

I love these changeable seasons, because they have left me unforgettable footprints.

Composition on the topic of taste 1 1 Life has many flavors, sweet and sour, spicy and salty, just like a mixed seasoning. The most unforgettable taste is the happiness that permeates my heart. ...

That night, it was dark outside the window, and I could only vaguely see the shadow of loneliness. The old clock on the wall sounded "beep-beep-beep" as if to remind me of the passage of time. I looked up at the window. Many people had turned off the lights and had a rest, but the lamp on my windowsill still kept emitting its light and heat. I sighed heavily and looked at the complicated questions on the paper, feeling dazzled. I'm doing a boring problem, and when my eyelids sink, I feel sleepy. At present, the white exercise paper is gradually replaced by darkness. ...

Just when I was sleepy, I was patted on the shoulder. I opened my heavy eyes impatiently, and it was my mother who caught my eye. Mother shook her head gently and said softly, "haven't you finished your homework yet?" There will be an exam tomorrow, so stick to it. "I have nowhere to vent my irritability in my heart, and an unknown anger broke out. I shouted to my mother, "What do you know? "So much homework! There will be an exam tomorrow. Do you know how much pressure is in my heart? All you know is forcing me to do my homework all day! " After that, I was wronged and cried at my desk. My mother was shocked by me and walked out of the door without saying a word.

After my mother left, I cheered up and continued to "wipe" the unfinished papers. As I wrote, I regretted it: Did I just go too far with my mother? My mother has been good to me since she was a child, and she thinks of everything for me. I blamed her because she was not satisfied at all. I'm so unfilial! I thought about it and unconsciously finished the paper at hand. I decided to apologize to my mother. Suddenly, the door was opened and a faint fragrance filled the room. Mother came in with a steaming glass of milk. She said apologetically, "Baby, it was mom's fault just now. Mother shouldn't disturb you when you are doing your homework. Mom knows that you are under great pressure to study. Have a glass of milk first! " "Mom," I guiltily threw myself into my mother's arms. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lost my temper with you just now. You did it for my own good! I have finished my homework. " Mother touched my head gently and said softly, "Drink your milk and go to bed." Don't put pressure on yourself in tomorrow's exam, mom believes you. " My voice is like a ball of cotton, and I can't make a sound.

I gently picked up the cup of sweet milk, greedily put it under my nose and smelled it again. The rich smell of milk is refreshing. I took a sip gently, ah, sweetness filled the tip of my tongue, and that was the taste of happiness!