Write a sentence that you think describes the taste of porridge.

A bowl of porridge, white rice clear soup, sweet and smooth. Take a sip, the warm fragrance slides into your heart from your mouth, and a long-lost smell flows out from the poems you remember. This is the taste of childhood.

The hometown of childhood is to start a new day with a pure fragrance. The kitchen is located on the east side of the yard and is made of red Shi Zhuan. The dark chimney stood on the house, mottled everywhere, leaving traces of time. Behind the old stove, there is a dark burner. Sit down on a bench in Xiao Mu, strike a spark with a match, light a handful of straw and send it to the stove mouth. As a result, the dark stove mouth was lit, and the fireworks of rural life were also lit.

In the east, the sky after a night's sleep gradually wakes up. Smoke billowed from the kitchen chimney and everything became chaotic again. Listen carefully, there is a "crackling" sound in the stove, just like the gear of a clock, which can only be heard in the morning without noise. It seems that the wood was burned by insects, and the sound is getting louder and louder, just like an alarm clock. Then, a loud cock crow resounded through the sky. People wake up from their sleep one after another.

Walking to the front of the stove, the heavy wooden cover covered the pot, but it could not cover up the heat of life. The smell of rice porridge wrapped in white gas came to the nose. Uncover the wooden cover, the fragrance is more intense, and the milky white rice soup comes into view, steaming. Pick up the wooden spoon beside the pot and stir it gently. There are bursts of warmth in my hands, just like my mother's warm hands touching. Set some bowls and bring them to the table. Take out a dark brown jar from the side room, lift the lid and put some pickles on the table with chopsticks. The family sat around the table, picked up a chopstick and pickles, and ate their stomachs with warm rice porridge. This is the most insipid but deepest taste bud attachment of the country people.

A bowl of rice porridge, warm and sweet, stays in my deepest taste bud memory and haunts my memory poems. ...

There is such a male classmate in our class, and everyone has given him a small nickname-naughty little leopard.

He is tall and his face is dark and bright. The eyebrows are thick as if they were painted with a black watercolor pen, and below them are a pair of bright eyes, round like two grapes. Under Gao Ting's nose is a glib mouth. And his hair is the most special, black and hard, straight around his head. If you touch it with your hand, it will definitely hurt you. I think if he has an eye in his hair, he can sew clothes with a thread. He has a strong body and great strength.

Another feature of him is that he can run very, very fast, which is also the origin of his "nickname" leopard. He is naughty because he is a master of Taekwondo in our class, and his fighting is particularly fierce. If anyone makes him angry, he can kick each other down with a few feet, so his parents often come to school.

However, he is also a clever boy, and he can actively answer the questions raised by the teacher in class. The teacher said, "As long as he is willing to use his head, he is smarter than anyone."

This is our naughty and lovely little leopard. Can you guess who he is?