Unforgettable composition of the second grade of junior high school

Unforgettable taste 7 compositions in the second day of junior high school

Everyone's memory contains a taste of beauty, bitterness, unforgettable and sadness ... How to write a composition in Senior Two? The following is an unforgettable composition. I hope you like it!

Unforgettable taste 1 I vaguely remember the sweet and glutinous corn when I was a child, full of hometown flavor. Every winter, the first thing I do when I open the quilt in the morning is to eat corn full of hometown flavor, which has been accompanied by the taste buds on the tip of my tongue until I finish reading the big class.

When I was in preschool, my family came to Changsha because of my father's work. How prosperous Changsha is! High-rise buildings, neon lights flashing, night like day. Of course, the biggest change is food. In this city, you have everything you want at home and abroad, but there is no such thing as the best corn. ...

Up to now, I have never eaten such delicious corn, but sometimes I savor it. That's right, where do you still sell such local corn now? Now everyone eats seafood, pizza and steak. Although it tastes good, the price is not flattering. The taste in my memory seems to leave me overnight because of the temptation of delicious food, but why does the taste of my hometown always linger in my heart for a long time?

Ten days ago, my mother and I went shopping and heard an aunt in rustic clothes pushing a cart with a square oven on it, and kept shouting, "Delicious roasted corn, fragrant and sweet roasted corn, don't charge if it's not delicious ..."

"Roasted corn?" I was hit by this familiar and strange name. I didn't hear anything behind my aunt, but my eyes were dancing in the blink of an eye.

"Aunt, I, I want one!" Because I was too excited at that time, I couldn't speak clearly at the moment.

"All right, come on, five dollars." Aunt opened a drawer-type grid in front of the stove, took out steaming corn and wrapped it in paper for me. I don't care whether it is hot or not, I put it in my mouth. Hmm ~ the taste is still so familiar that I can't speak for a while. However, later my eyes darkened again. After all, it is still different. After all, there is no such thing as hometown flavor. No matter how you deny it, it's like that, just like the taste I remember. No matter what I call it, it is gone forever. ...

After the summer vacation, I officially became a sixth-grade student. Looking back on the road I have traveled in the past five years, I smiled foolishly again. Yes, the taste in memory can only stay in my mind forever, and I can't find it anywhere else.

Unforgettable taste What is the taste of soybean milk? Maybe you think it tastes bad, tasteless and strange, but I think soybean milk is sweet, because it is full of grandma's deep love for me, but it exudes bitterness, because it is mixed with grandma's too much sweat and bitterness. -inscription

In my memory, the taste of that cup of soybean milk is unforgettable in my mind. Whenever I hold a cup of hot soybean milk in my hand and watch the hot air in the cup rise into the air, like coils of smoke, and then dissipate into the air, it will remind me of the scene two years ago.

One early autumn two years ago, I accidentally caught a cold, coughed badly and had a hoarse voice because of the weather. I always feel dizzy in class. I took medicine for half a month, but my illness still haunts me and makes me listless. Sometimes I cough so badly that I can't even talk. I commute between school and home every day. I don't want to spend more time staying for one minute, just want to have a rest at home.

I remember that afternoon, it kept raining and a cold wind swept me from a distance. After school, all the students walked out of the school gate with umbrellas. I was just leaving, too. Suddenly, I saw a familiar figure becoming clearer and clearer in the rain. I ran over with an umbrella. Through the thin rain curtain, I could vaguely see the wrinkles around her eyes and the beads of rain on her face. Her trousers were soaked to the skin, but she stood there motionless. She is carrying a plastic bag, which contains the cup of soybean milk that she made for me herself. She looked at me kindly and said kindly, "Come here, you are hungry and drink this cup of soybean milk." I took the cup of soybean milk from my grandmother and said with difficulty, "Thank you, grandma." Drink that steaming cup of soybean milk in one gulp. Soymilk is fragrant, sweet and sweet in my heart. For an instant, I was full of strength. After drinking, she asked me again, "Are you getting better with your cold today?" I replied softly, "It seems much better than before." After listening to this sentence, she safely got on her bike and left in the rain. I watched her back slowly disappear into the crowd and thought: Grandma braved the wind and rain and drove a long way just to send me a cup of soybean milk. The taste of this cup of soybean milk is the taste of love! Tears filled my eyes. This taste is silky in the mouth, rich in bean flavor and slightly sweet, which makes people memorable. I feel warm after drinking hot soybean milk.

Whenever I drink soybean milk, I think of this cup of soybean milk. This smell will always stay in my memory and will never be forgotten.

Unforgettable taste I like fried rice with eggs, which is made by my grandmother.

I spent my childhood at my grandmother's house. Because my grandmother's family is poor, my life is naturally frugal. The first time I ate fried rice with eggs was the first day I went to my grandmother's house. The oily but not greasy taste filled every taste bud of mine and left me with endless aftertaste. Since then, I have been looking forward to grandma cooking fried rice with eggs for me every day. However, my grandmother's family doesn't have many chickens and lays few eggs. I follow the hen every day and look at the chicken's ass eagerly, hoping it can lay eggs. Whenever I hear the old hen cackle, I run to the hen's nest to get the eggs. I seem to see a plate of fried rice with eggs in front of my eyes, which is golden and steaming. Give the eggs to grandma and pester her to make fried rice with eggs.

I watched my grandmother cook, as if the process was also very satisfying. She told me to step back for fear that the fire would burn me, so I went forward while she was not looking. At this time, I really realized that the process of waiting for delicious food is long, just like waiting for a century and finally seeing delicious fried rice with eggs out of the pot, I realized that it was worth waiting for. The rice is full and golden, which makes my mouth water. I can't wait to gobble it up. Grandma smiled: "slow down, no one is arguing with you."

When I started to live in junior high school, I rarely had the opportunity to go to my grandmother's house again, and fried rice with eggs could only be the taste in my memory. I can do it, but it always tastes bad.

During the Spring Festival, my grandmother accidentally sprained her ankle. I hurried to visit her with my parents. Looking at my grandmother lying in bed, I suddenly realized that she was much older. The thin body is curled up, and the wrinkled face is more uneven because it is thin. Maybe grandma knows that I miss fried rice with eggs, and after chatting for a while, she insisted on making it with injuries. I tried my best to stop it, but I still didn't argue with grandma. When I was a child, I watched her cook, but this time it was mixed. The good news is that I can eat that taste again. What worries me is that grandma is injured, and I can't bear to let her cook with injuries. The same process, the same person, but different time, I suddenly felt deeply. Although my grandmother is old, she will always remember my love, but when I grow up, I forget her in the corner of memory. She is old, and her hands and feet are no longer as agile as when she used to cook fried rice with eggs. She slowly stirred every grain of rice, and slowly outlined the taste of fried rice with eggs and my childhood. Her expression was so focused, as if she were carving a work of art. Grandma put her love for me into the fried rice with eggs, which made me grow sturdily.

The meal is ready, I took a bite, and there are many vicissitudes of my grandmother. Suddenly realized that the reason why I can never do well is because of lack of love!

Unforgettable Taste In life, there are always some unforgettable tastes, such as the taste of ripe fruit, the bitter taste of learning, the taste of parents' love for us ... They touch our taste buds and flow into our hearts. And that kind of smell makes me unforgettable, moves me and makes me pursue-the taste of goodness and beauty of human nature.

In the morning, the crisp alarm clock pulled me out of the warm little bed that made me reluctant to go. I stretched myself and knew that I would go back to my old house today.

I got off the bus, and it was still the spacious street I knew, full of people. I looked around and found a humble little newsstand that looked familiar, but I couldn't remember it. The paint on its four walls has fallen off a lot, one east and one west, like a sick stray dog, and some exposed places are rusty. I remember buying books, but I don't want to go to this newsstand. I stood on tiptoe in the crowd and craned my neck to look for it, but I couldn't see another newsstand, so I had to go to this one.

Approaching slowly, I found that the newsstand on the busy street was very cold. Behind the neatly stacked newspapers sat a gray-haired uncle. "What can I buy?" Uncle asked with a smile, his eyes narrowed into a crack, two thick white eyebrows bent to both sides, his mouth slightly upturned, and the wrinkles on his face made people feel kind and kind. "Come to the front of the reader. It is said that uncles are still opening stores when they are so old! " I said. "Ha ha! My old bones is very hard! Although my shop is very cold now, there are many people who like reading as much as you. I believe there are more people who like reading. I'm closed, so they can't see it. Aren't they going further? Books printed with paper and ink are always more attractive than e-books. " I paused, as if I understood something. "How much is it?" I keep asking. "Let me see!" Uncle opened his eyes, put the book in front of him and read it carefully. "alas! Old eyes don't give force! I can't see clearly, please help me. " There seems to be a trace of shame on his face. "Six dollars," I said. "Well, you can say as much as you want." Uncle smiled and showed two rows of yellow and jagged teeth, but he was particularly amiable. My heart is shaking, as if something is gurgling into my heart. Looking at the eyes of the old man's firm recognition, I understand that it is the trust between people.

My uncle trembled and bent down to give me change. I looked at my watch and found that there was not enough time. I grabbed a handful of change and left. Without walking a few steps, I heard my uncle shout in a hoarse voice, "Young man, you missed a piece!" " I am grateful to go back and get it. "Young man, you are too careless." He smiled and said in a calm voice, as if with kindness and a trace of seriousness.

I walked a long way, looking back. It's still the humble newsstand, but I tasted the most wonderful taste there.

When I went home, I saw the pavilion again. The evening sun shines directly on the pavilion, shining like gold. In this spacious street where people come and go, in this bustling city. That beam of light is like a fire, which warms my heart, makes people intoxicated and infatuated. Ah, what a rare beauty it is! I will never forget this smell! The taste of goodness and beauty in human nature! And I will let more people taste this taste.

Unforgettable taste: sitting by the window, listening to the drizzle hitting the ground and making a "crack" sound; Watching raindrops rippling in the pit; Smelling zongzi in the fresh air ... made my thoughts fly to a few years ago.

An old man and an old man are sitting in the kitchen, looking for some answers. The old man dressed simply, like an inexperienced fairy, with a few silver threads in his black hair and skillfully wrapped zongzi. I saw that she took out two leaves of Zongzi, folded them together and twisted them into an hourglass shape, sprinkled a layer of glutinous rice and embedded a sweet jujube. After that, she grabbed a handful of glutinous rice and covered it with red lines. As a child, I watched and stared, and from time to time I learned to behave like an adult and wrap jiaozi decently, but every time I failed.

That old man, my grandmother, is my favorite person and can do anything. Get the hall, get the kitchen; People who can hold kitchen knives can hold embroidery needles and have a pair of "beautiful" hands.

"Come on!" Grandma came to the table with a pot of zongzi and said to me.

Grandma's jiaozi is big, beautiful and sharp. When eating zongzi, I always like to dip my chopsticks in some sugar and start eating from the sharp corner.

"Slow down, don't worry!" Grandma rubbed my head and said softly.

I always finish zongzi quickly, because it is delicious! I'm not with my grandmother now, thinking of her zongzi. What I miss more is her, her smell, spoil, sweetness, love and care.

Full grains of rice are closely arranged, just like grandma's love for me, sticking to me and never giving up. The taste of love breeds from the heart. It's far from the zongzi here. If you remove the leaves of zongzi, you will see a layer of white oil under the light. It's greasy and uncomfortable to eat in your mouth. I miss grandma's zongzi.

"Grandma, I miss you so much ..." This sentence is from the heart. "I want to eat your zongzi again."

Taste is to taste and remember. I remember, I tasted zongzi, and I miss grandma's taste.

Unforgettable flavor As soon as you walk to the night market, all kinds of all-encompassing smells come to your nostrils. The delicious aroma of baked sausages wafted in the night market, which made people want to eat a snack. Iced bean curd and mung bean soup, QQ powder is tender and tender with the fragrance of tofu. The aroma here is really great; More importantly, people can smell the mouth-watering smell of "chicken chops", which is a thousand miles of fragrance in the night market and my favorite and unforgettable fragrance!

One holiday night, my family went to the night market in droves. As soon as I arrived at the night market, I smelled a store, which was very fragrant and charming. Because of the smell, my family went to that store step by step to find out.

When we arrived at this store, my sister and I saw the boss unloading large pieces of chicken into the oil pan to soak in the "golden hot spring". Only then did I know that this charming aroma was the taste of "chicken chops". When the chicken chops were soaking in the golden hot spring in the oil pan, I found the chicken chops naughty and tossing and turning in the oil pan. I stared at it and thought it seemed very happy! Waiting is also a wonderful experience. The smell of fried chicken chops makes me almost drool under the eyes of the public! When the shopkeeper served the chicken chops soaked in golden hot springs, I found that the surface of the chicken chops was as golden as golden ears of rice, with more charming colors and more attractive fragrance. I couldn't wait to eat it at that moment!

The surface of chicken chops is golden yellow, which is really amazing; What's more fascinating is its fragrance. When I smell this strange fragrance, I have an indescribable joy and joy in my heart! At this moment, I can't help taking a deep breath, and I can't wait to suck all the fragrance from this store into my guts. At this moment, I have put all the unpleasant things behind me and let myself enjoy this incomparable fragrance with a relaxed mind.

I should have a good taste of chicken chops after smoking such a fragrant smell. The boss soon seasoned us again. Chili and Chili powder really complement each other. No wonder there are long queues when you look back. Everyone knows how to get off. This stall of fried chicken chops is super famous.

I didn't expect a chicken steak to make my index finger move, and I was still unfinished! I didn't expect this small shop to have such a strange smell. It's a rare good material! No wonder there are long queues and a sea of people every day!

I eat delicious chicken chops and smell charming chicken chops. I really like coming to the night market this time. I believe this is a common memory of many people. And that charming chicken steak will never be forgotten in my heart. Now I think of it and my mouth is watering!

Unforgettable taste writing 7 sunny weather, with a happy mood. Today, _ _ _ organized a strawberry trip, and the battle of the camp is about to start.

We go to the farm to pick strawberries by bus. After a long journey, we finally reached our destination. We got off the bus in turn and entered the farm.

Walking inside, I saw rows of semicircular plastic greenhouses arranged neatly, one after another. Carrying a basket into the greenhouse, a stream of heat rushed into my heart. Rows of neat ridges came into view, and strawberries hung on them. Red as a shining agate, like a little girl in the sun, and like a flashing ruby. Strawberries are all kinds of shapes, like the peaks of Qifengluo, like the little twins of two soul mates, like a long, pointed oval face. So cute! Strawberries vary in size, like hard fists, like red pearls, and some like striking pebbles, as if they would trip if they were not careful.

I bent down, reached out my claws, pulled open the vines, and finally found a sweet and delicious strawberry. When I squeezed it hard, she came into my clutches and I stroked it. Hairy, uneven, acne has grown out. It seems that he needs a good beauty, and suddenly he has a pain. What made him so miserable? It turned out to be a sawtooth guard! If you want to take the "princess", you must pass the escort. I played a round with two "knights" and successfully won the "princess". It seems that they are really fragile! How easy it is to go out! What is that smell? I scoffed at the princess. An attractive fruity smell came to my nose. I can't help drooling. I can't wait to eat it in my stomach. One of them was stuffed into my mouth. The sweet and delicious taste reached my heart and I began to gobble it up. I have forgotten what my mother said. Soon, my strawberries piled up into hills and I was sweating like a pig. It turns out that the farmer's uncle is so hard!

I have harvested a lot of fruits and returned home with a full load, reluctant to go home!