Writing with the theme of taste

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Composition on the topic of taste 1 "Food is the most important thing for the people". Every meal in three meals a day is very important, but for me, birthday dinner is the best.

Breakfast is in a hurry. Every time I get up, I see a piece of bread and a glass of milk on the table. I ate a few mouthfuls of bread and drank a few mouthfuls of milk and went to school.

Lunch at school is very cold. I picked up a spoon and filled a bowl of soup and tasted it. I always feel that I am eating a piece of ice in my mouth. It was so cold that the rice was frozen. I took a bite, and the rice had been swallowed, but my mouth still smelled a little cold. The food has just been taken out of the refrigerator, which makes people laugh.

But dinner on my birthday is my happiest thing.

I came to the hotel with my friends and mother. All the dishes are served. We wolfed down the food. My favorite is spaghetti. There is a layer of red ketchup and a little golden eggs on the slender noodles. It tastes great! Of course, there is a big cake, which smells delicious and makes my mouth water. I really want to have a bite first. This time is precious. Mother touched my head. Chatting with friends, eating cakes slowly, happy and beautiful, time slowed down. ...

I like birthday dinner, it's sweet!

The alley of memory always has some intriguing flavor, and the story behind it touches my heart. ...

"Let's see the result." The Chinese teacher got points. I can't help but hold my hands tightly together, hoping for a miracle, but-"how did you get 75 points in the exam?" I looked up and was scolded by the Chinese teacher. Stealing the test paper quietly, the big 75 points on the test paper stung my eyes and I was extremely depressed. Because there is no chance to show off to friends, prove to teachers, and coquetry to parents. ...

The feeling of failing the exam is like drinking a big bowl of vinegar, which makes every cell in my body cry sour!

"How so much homework!" My deskmate still complains every week, but I'm different. I don't want to feel sour again. In the high temperature, it seems that there are countless flames moving, which makes people want to make a few heartbreaking growls, but at this time, I am braving the wind and waves in the sea of questions, with a pen in my hand like a sword and homework like an immortal monster. I resolutely held a long sword and bravely killed the "monster" ...

The feeling of hard work is like chewing a large piece of bitter gourd in my mouth, which makes me physically and mentally exhausted, and the more I chew, the more bitter I get.

"There will be a written test. God, when will it end! " The deskmate sighed again. At this time, I was trying to answer questions and prove myself ... The exam results came out and the teacher began to mark the papers. I closed my eyes and there was a thin layer of sweat on the tip of my nose. "Well, I did well in the exam, with the highest score."

The feeling of success is like putting a handful of sugar in your mouth, so sweet that I want to fly into the sky with the birds.

Composition 3 on the topic of taste is a place where tourists want to come day and night; Home is a place where ships can take shelter from the wind and rain.

The taste of home is happiness.

Today, the weather is very sunny. My parents and I brought good weather, and we are going out for an outing. Really tired to the foot of the mountain, I shouted and ran up the mountain. We climbed up and down, and finally we climbed up the hillside. Looking at those beautiful feet, I can't help feeling that my heart is really beautiful. "How did you manage to work overtime when you finally came out to play?" I thought who hit me. Who knew that when I looked back, I saw my parents hitting me? I hurried over and saw my father look guilty and sorry. Her mother was in charge of being angry. He hugged him and blamed my father from then on. Seeing my father and I was like seeing a savior, so they rushed over. "The daughter, I want to work overtime, your mother won't let me go. What do you think? " I said, "All right, I'll do it." I walked into my mother and said, "Comrade Wang Dawei, I said you were wrong, too. You know your mother's temper and dare not work overtime. Do you want to die? " Dad knew when he saw this situation:' Yes, yes, yes, me! I want to die, knowing that his wife won't let me work overtime. I'm making this early bird. "Mom is our note." You ghost girl, you know you are on your father's side, and you have been watching it in your head. "I'm doing it. Bitterness: "No, my personal secrets are actually worn, no, no, no,no." Mom and Dad couldn't laugh. This is, my mother suddenly said solemnly, "go to work, you won't be late." "

Therefore, home tastes sweet. After all, the taste of home is the taste of love.

What is the most exciting and delicious thing to eat in winter? I'm telling you, it's hot pot. Don't call me corny! My favorite food is hot pot.

On the morning of New Year's Day, grandma said to me, "Shall we eat hot pot tonight?" "good!" I jumped three feet for joy. Hungry, looking forward to the stars and the moon, finally looking forward to dinner. Grandma brought the bottom of hot pot. The smell on my face made my mouth water. The table is full of colorful hot pot side dishes. There are red and white beef, silver-gray river shrimp, white quail eggs, and wide powder with a little gray purple in transparency ... I can't wait to start brushing.

I picked up a piece of beef and put it in the pot. Before long, the red and white beef turned gray. I took out my chopsticks and prepared to clamp them. Who knows, just then, my grandmother stopped drinking and said to me, "It's not ripe yet!" " "I quickly took back my chopsticks and stared at the beef in the pot for fear of being taken away. I asked, "How long will it take? """Don't worry, you can eat it soon!" Grandma said to me. Finally, when the beef was cooked, I picked it up and dipped it in seafood sauce and began to taste it. Tender beef with delicious sauce is fragrant, spicy, easy to eat and very delicious. Then I brushed noodles, quail eggs and shrimp ... The hot air came out of the pot and filled the whole restaurant. I wiped my sweat with a tissue while eating. Grandma saw it and scolded, "What a greedy cat." The whole family laughed. Many delicious foods were stuffed into my stomach, and soon my stomach was as full as a ball. I patted my stomach with satisfaction and praised: "It's delicious!"

This is my favorite: hot pot, delicious in winter. I like the delicious hot pot, and I love the hot and happy taste when eating hot pot!

Five compositions with the theme of taste are everyone's "harbor"; Home is everyone's best memory; Home also smells like home. Today I will talk about the taste of my home! "Sweet and sour" This is the taste of my home!

During the summer vacation, my aunt and cousin came to my house to play. My aunt bought some snacks and two boxes of milk in the supermarket. When we arrived at our house, my mother looked ahead and said, "What do you want to buy?" ! Come and give it to Xiaoyaru (cousin). "

Cousin, she didn't want to eat it at all. When she reached out, there was a discordant voice. "Stop eating, this is for my brother." Xiaoyaru looked at me with a face of resentment. I found her sour.

In the afternoon, my aunt and I went to the water park to play. When I get there, my aunt will buy me a swimming ring. My cousin wants it, too, but my aunt said, "No, you already have one, but my brother hasn't!" " "The resentment on her face is heavier! I still don't know why a little guy smells so sour.

"Sweet", the fifth grade final exam is over. When I got home, I was very nervous and felt like a frightened bird. Open the parent group on Dad's mobile phone ... Thankfully, all three of them have exceeded 1 10. Now it's mom's turn to keep her promise. A few days before the exam, my mother and I made an agreement: "If all three subjects are above 1 10, you will buy me a tutor." I didn't expect it to come!

"Sweet and sour" may be found in every family, but this is my best memory!

Everyone has a warm nest and a warm name-home.

It is home that gives us a warm home. It is home that makes us know a lot and gives us an extra place to rely on.

My home is very warm, and I love my home.

At home, when you are hungry, you can eat and do what you like, without worrying about the harassment of others. I have to move recently, because my parents need to work, forcing me to leave my good partner who has to eat every day. On the way to my new home, I thought of my friend "home" who has lived with me for more than ten years.

I remembered my study, my study room, and how strange and fond I felt when I first came back from my grandmother's house. When I came to my nest, I rushed to my nest with great excitement. Reluctant to come out again, I felt hungry, so I rushed to the restaurant and frantically searched for food, as if I were looking for the taste of home.

Now, I'm going to a strange city-oil field. It takes about thirty minutes from the new home to the warm nest.

However, on the way to my new family, I feel very long, very long. It's like an endless highway. I'm afraid I can't go back to my warm home.

I think the first home can make me feel the warmth of home. However, I left home and lived in a strange environment.

When I got on the bus, I looked at my old friend and said to him, "Goodbye, go home. I will come to see you. "

Later, I went to my house, the little doorbell, but a strange face appeared. The smell of home makes people want to stay, and people should not dislike him going home, which reminds me of sweetness. No, I thought it was sour.

Last winter, the temperature plummeted. When I do my homework, my fingers don't listen to me. Ten fingers are as cold as carrots.

I kept covering my mouth with my hand, breathing the hot air. At this time, a hot water bottle appeared in my hand, which turned out to be grandma's "timely help in the snow", so warm! Oh, the smell of home is warm!

"Eggs are rich in nutrition, and egg yolk supplements the brain." Dad gets up early every morning to fry poached eggs for me, leaving none. After getting up and washing every day, a plate of fragrant poached eggs appears in front of me. It smells good! I chewed and chewed with relish, and I chewed the taste of home. It turns out that the taste of home is fragrant!

Once, we went to Wuxi, first to Lingshan, then to the Vatican, and then to San'guo City. When I was tired and panting, my stomach sang "Empty City Plan", so I stayed on the side of the road. But there were people everywhere, and there was a long queue in front of the booth. My parents are driving me home, and my family is very busy. Finally, they cooked a meal for me. My home tastes sweet.

One summer, it rained cats and dogs. I came out of school very late because I was on duty. I waited at the school gate for nearly an hour to pick up my grandfather. My grandfather greeted me as soon as I left school. He was soaked to the skin and his hair was dripping. Sitting in the back seat of the car, I heard grandpa sneeze twice. Does grandpa catch a cold? When I got home, grandpa was lying in bed. Grandma said grandpa had a high fever because he picked me up. I suddenly feel sour in my nose. It turns out that the taste of home is sour.

Do you know what home tastes like now?

There seems to be something floating in the fresh air, like the fragrance of grass, like the freshness of the earth, like the breath of recovery of everything.

As soon as the grass poked its little head out of the soil, it immediately changed into light green clothes. They hold their heads high and seem to grow very tall in an instant. So cute! As soon as the leaves on the tree came out, they were swayed by a gust of wind. Fresh soil, like being watered, feels wet. Look, how happy the grass is. They grow taller and taller. Walking into such a world, the air inhaled during deep breathing is so fresh and refreshing.

The first rain in spring, the rain is so precious, lick it with your tongue, and it is a little sweet! No wonder the small fish in the river are scrambling to drink the rain.

"sasha vujacic", the needle-like raindrops fall from the air and hit the ground, splashing crystal clear water and emitting a faint fragrance!

Lovely grass grows sturdily under the nourishment of spring rain, and the leaves of big trees change from light green to dark green in the rain, and the leaves grow more leafy. Sasha vujacic, the rain is still falling, and the sound is like a symphony of nature, echoing in our ears …

The swaying grass, the swaying leaves, and the symphony of nature are really beautiful! There is still the smell of spring in the air!

In spring, everything is revived, full of vitality and a hundred flowers blossom. Have you seen it? The wind smells of spring. That smell, fresh, fragrant, fresh, is it the smell of grass, leaves and soil, the smell of soil recovery, or ...

The air smells of spring! Everywhere is the fragrance of spring, fresh, fresh taste!

Taking taste as the title of composition 9 tea sounds like a very tasteful word. At home, grandpa always makes tea to drink. He has drunk chrysanthemum tea, green tea and black tea, and there is always a smell of tea at home. But my grandfather and I are just the opposite. I have never tasted tea. Tea, the word seems far away from me. From a distance, the brewed tea is steaming, but I always stay away from it. But today is special. I don't know why, but I want to try this tea. Recalling my grandfather sitting leisurely on the sofa drinking tea, I feel even more itchy because I have never tasted tea.

I excitedly went to the kitchen, stood on tiptoe, dug out grandpa's tea from the cupboard and selected chrysanthemum tea from it. I brought my own transparent plastic cup, grabbed some chrysanthemums and put them in the transparent glass, then filled them with hot water. After a while, the golden yellow spherical chrysanthemum slowly unfolded its petals and changed back to its original shape in the water. Floating on the water, floating on the water like a boat, and flying up and down in the water like a butterfly, it's really fun! Boiling water gradually bubbles out the unique flavor of chrysanthemum, and the water in the cup turns pale golden yellow-tea is ready!

The freshly brewed tea is still very hot. I picked up the cup carefully, blew it gently like grandpa, and then took a sip. It has a slight bitterness and sweetness, but it can't be said anyway, like the taste of chrysanthemum. "Mmm ~ ~, it's delicious!" I can't help sighing. Ah, isn't the taste of tea a description of life? There are all kinds of hardships in life, so there is no need to escape. As long as you have the courage to taste tea, you can break through all kinds of checkpoints in life!

Where is a crystal clear stream where there are idle fish swimming around all year round? Where are the endless golden fields? There are endless green hills ... Oh! It turned out that my hometown supported me.

My hometown is in Yangwei Village, Youxi County. As soon as I entered this small village, the first thing I saw was this field. Boundless, a gust of wind blew, and I smelled the thick wheat fragrance, which was a unique hometown flavor. This smell contains the hardships and joys of farmers, their diligence and their harvest. ...

Behind him, there are green hills after green hills. I seem to have seen a scene three or four years ago. A little girl and her father are climbing the mountain to pick oranges. That girl is me. We wore hats and carried baskets, and climbed up sexually. "wow! There are many orange trees here, Dad, come here to pick oranges. " I shouted. Huang Chengcheng oranges hang on green trees, which makes people drool! These oranges really look like glowing topaz in the sun. I can't wait to take a bite and try "Wow! So sweet! " I'm surprised. Sweet orange is the flavor of hometown.

Time to eat! I once again tasted the taste of my hometown. Simple food smells ten miles away. No, it attracts relatives next door. Relatives also come to try our food. Talk and laugh with us, talk about annoying things, talk about happy things ... the whole room is full of strong hometown atmosphere. This smell is very warm, and it is a flame of friction between relatives. This is a unique hometown flavor.

Yangwei Village is a village with various flavors. There are wheat fragrance, fruit fragrance and human touch, which are all unique hometown flavors.

Composition on the topic of taste 1 1 Life is like a seasoning bottle, with all kinds of sweets and bitters, but who can taste the taste of reading from life?

I like reading since I was a child. My only hobby is reading quietly in sunny spring. As the saying goes, "If you read a book a hundred times, its meaning is self-evident." Books have their own golden houses, and I have the taste of reading.

I have read a lot of books, no matter what kind of books, thick long volumes, thin pages, and sometimes even short sentences, but some of them are about the vicissitudes of life under my feet, the joys and sorrows of the world, and the infinite ambition when I spread my wings.

Before going to bed, I always like to lie in bed, pick up a book and read it in the dim light ... I follow Mr. Lu Xun's ink to listen to shouts; I followed in daniel defoe's footsteps and felt Robinson's strong will. At this time, my mother sent me a cup of hot milk, so that my thoughts were accompanied by camel bells on the Silk Road in the Western Regions, looking for fragments of ancient civilization. At this time, I think the taste of reading is sweet.

Looking at the grass outside the window, I remembered the magical journey of two Wan Li under the sea, which made me look forward to the wonderful unknown world. At this time, the taste of reading is green.

When I saw the deeper and deeper wrinkles on my parents' vicissitudes of life, I remembered my father's back, and the taste of reading was salty.

In fact, reading tastes like life, rich and colorful, a full five-flavor bottle. Because life is a book, everyone is writing his own most beautiful chapter, and everyone is the author of this book. Each of us can feel the taste of reading because we all have a heart that loves life. Let's experience the taste of reading with our heart!

The composition 12 on the topic of taste represents that we have come to a new place since we were born. This place is very warm, like a ray of sunshine on the body; This place is sweet, as if eating pieces of candy; This place is also bitter, and it seems to be tasting the most bitter things. Although there are bitter, sweet, sour and spicy here, it is still our snuggling arms. This is-Mom.

Mom is bitter. She used to be busy commuting every day. Although she is very busy, she still serves my father and me comfortably. When I am wronged, there will always be some resentment in my heart, tears will involuntarily flow down, and I will take it out on my mother. When my mother is wronged, she is always so gentle before my eyes. Mother's heart is also bitter.

Mom is very cute. Whenever I come home from school and finish my homework, my mother will put delicious food in front of me and let me eat first. She cleans the house spotless every day and dresses me up like a little princess. In every corner, as long as there is her, there will be happy laughter everywhere. I think My Sweetie is in my heart.

Mom is very sour. My mother has been staring at me studying, which makes me feel very tired, especially a few weeks before the exam. But in an exam, I really realized my mother's good intentions. I did well in the exam, which is of course due to my dear mother. Although this period of time is very tired, I will certainly gain something. I feel sour.

Mom, what's that smell? Is it candy? Is it bitter gourd? Is it Chili? None of these, mom's taste should be rich and colorful.

In life, there are many different flavors that bring people different feelings. Candy is sweet, medicine is bitter and salt is salty. But I found that many things around me also have a taste, not a taste, but a feeling.

The taste of childhood is the taste of lollipops. Sweet, delicious and fun. Because we were happy and free in childhood, it is sweet to taste with heart, and our hearts will be deeper. My parents carefully arranged every birthday, every comfort and encouragement when I failed, and every profound gift I liked. Let me taste the sweetness of lollipops.

The taste when I grow up is the taste of coffee. It is bitter, but if you taste it slowly, it is sweet. Because when we grow up, we will begin to experience the test of life, and there will inevitably be some setbacks and difficulties, but it is also sweet to experience all the hardships. Every time the teacher teaches seriously, every time he fails, his hands are crying and his parents are cruel to scold him. All of them are bitter, but on second thought, the pain now is for the future and to lay a more solid foundation for tomorrow. After success, everything you pay now will be rewarded twice in the near future, so it is also sweet.

You see, there are so many flavors in life. Have you tasted it?

The smell of home is a cigarette that my father can't quit, wrapped in yellow fingertips-the smell of home is my mother's sweater, and a pair of skilled hands sew and repair my life track.

When I am looking for a comfortable and free space for myself, my thoughts always stay at a certain station and focus on my family. No matter when and where, no matter the ends of the earth, the starting point of my home is my destination. Home is a harbor of happiness. Close your eyes, let me "chew" slowly, bring up the "product" and "smell" gently. The taste of home is warm, sweet, comfortable, warm, happy and safe-home is a warm name, it is not only a shelter, but also a real rest space. There is sunshine, warmth and warm smell at home, and everyone has gone to places they don't want to go!

Being in a foreign country, I always think of my parents when I am homesick. In my mind, I remember the happiness with my parents, the meals cooked by my mother, the movies I watched with my father and the basketball I watched. These seemingly smiling little things occupy an extremely important position in my heart and are my most precious memories. Home is always the concern of our distant students. The taste of home is so special, so different, so not simple! In my mind, it has evolved into a habit, and habits have also evolved into a part of my life. Although I am in a foreign country, I still feel happy at home as long as I want to get married. The taste of a warm and sweet home is happiness. Happiness is that simple. If you have a family, you have everything. It doesn't matter how much money or interest you have. Having parents is the happiest side.

Time is like an eraser, erasing a lot of my memories. Whenever I think of the taste of my hometown, I think of braised chicken rice noodles.

Maitreya braised chicken rice noodle is a classic representative of Maitreya snacks. Maitreya braised chicken rice noodles are a combination of the smoothness of rice noodles and the fresh fragrance of braised chicken, which has become a piece of Maitreya and is therefore famous.

The braised chicken rice noodles in Mile braised chicken rice noodles are delicious and strong. It uses local chicken, marinates it in a cauldron for several hours, and then freezes it naturally. Maitreya braised chicken just out of the pot has a pleasant aroma, which makes people salivate. Chicken looks golden and sparkles in red, which is not only beautiful, but also delicious.

The rice noodles in Maitreya braised chicken rice noodles are also unique. The rice flour is made of a local high-quality rice through unique processing and has a rich and smooth taste. When eating, take a proper amount of rice noodles, put them in a colander, scald them with boiling water, put them in a big bowl, and then add the finest seasonings, leeks, chopped green onion, potatoes, celery, oil peppers, marinated soup and a bowl of braised chicken rice noodles with good color and flavor.

Every time I go back to Maitreya, I will ask my mother to take me to eat steaming braised chicken rice noodles. When it is brought to me, I will stir it a little with chopsticks. I was fascinated by the colors and smells before I went in. I'll take another bite. It's memorable.

Time is like spring breeze, which blows away many memories, but it can't blow away the unforgettable food in my hometown-braised chicken rice noodles!