Jiade taste composition

No matter in school or in society, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (thesis). So how do you write a general composition? The following is my composition on the taste of home for everyone. Welcome to share it. The taste of home composition 1

People often say that life is always full of five flavors. I can also appreciate the various flavors of life in my home. If you don't believe me, I'll show you.

I remember one night, I had a high fever. It was raining outside, but my parents were so anxious that they quickly put on their ponchos and took me to a nearby hospital. When I hung the salt water and the fever slowly subsided, their hanging hearts were put down. It's midnight when I get home after hanging a few bottles of salt water. Looking at their red eyes, I think they must be very sore. At this time, my home is full of "sour" taste.

When my brother came home from a break, our family sat around the table, talking and laughing, eating the food cooked by my mother. It was fun, and the smell of "sweetness" filled the house.

I didn't do well in an exam. When I got home, I thought I would be criticized. I didn't expect my mother to lecture me. Instead, she helped me find the reason, analyze what was wrong and why it was wrong, and explained it to me over and over again until I fully understood it. I know that my mother is teaching me to analyze and understand when I encounter problems in order to do better in the next exam. Mom is really "bitter" with good intentions. At this time, my home is full of this "bitter" taste.

I remember that day, my parents quarreled bitterly over some trivial matters, and the house was full of burning guns and medicines. At this time, my home is full of resentful "spicy" flavor.

the "salty" smell, as I guess, is of course the "salty" smell of sweat shed by mom and dad when they work hard and do housework hard.

I like a home full of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, and living in such a home is more interesting. The Taste of Home Composition 2

Everyone has his own home, which is a shelter from the wind and a paradise for life. But my home is full of sweet and happy taste.

On New Year's Eve, I snuggled up in my parents' arms to watch the Spring Festival Gala. I sat between them, and everyone put out an arm to hug me tightly. I think my parents' arms are so warm, and my heart is as sweet as honey.

Just as we watched it interesting, my little dog, Baobao, came to compete with me and jumped into my parents' arms as if to say, "I'm a baby, too. I can't just hug my sister without hugging me!" Looking at its pitiful little eyes, I really want to give this position to it, but I also love this feeling of being loved and inclusive. I quickly made a gesture to kneel to it and said, "Baby! I beg you, let's live in peace, shall we? " The baby will never stop blowing his beard and glaring! He grabbed my "throne" and kept rolling his eyes at me. I was so angry that I said, "heartless little thing!" What a "white-eyed dog"! " But it still casually "watches the Spring Festival Gala". I was so angry with it that my mouth pursed up, my arms around my hands, and I was not in the mood to watch the Spring Festival Gala. And my parents were laughing their heads off when my baby and I "competed for favor".

My mother was holding my baby, and my father dragged me to my "throne" and said, "You are all little babies in my parents' hearts. Of course, my eldest daughter is the most important thing!" Say that finish, hug my mother and I continue to enjoy the wonderful Spring Festival Gala. And I deeply buried myself in my parents' arms, because that's where I miss most.

This is my little home, full of deep love. I like the smell of home! The taste of home composition 3

From the hurried morning to the exhausted evening, at the end of the day, countless pressures and tiredness accumulate. The night is dark, and everyone is ready to go back to a warm home and be himself again.

Every adult and child, after finishing a day's work, walks at a brisk pace to a home full of food. Whenever I drag my hungry and tired body home, as long as I think that delicious food is waiting for me, I will try my best to run home with impatience. At that time, I always saw children playing in the park, and they were all called back by their mothers for dinner. Seeing pedestrians and vehicles on the road, they are also moving quickly; All the people will go home for a hot dinner.

Although some people can only eat fast food in fast food restaurants alone, as long as they think that it won't be long before their families will return home, their hearts will warm up again! On TV, a family is playing around the dining table happily, but in our family, my father and I are eating braised pork cooked by my mother-in-law, while my mother is eating fast food at a fast food restaurant outside. Although my father and I are talking and laughing, chatting, quarreling and discussing the topics that we will fail in today's exam, I still feel that if our family can act like a series, it will be so warm, so beautiful and so enviable!

Everyone can talk and laugh at dinner time. Even if they eat only light tea and rice, as long as they can see their families smiling, it's like taking a panacea, and all the fatigue will be eliminated. I hope our family can be better, and I hope my mother can enjoy dinner with us. I hope that my dinner time can be filled with more warmth; I hope that my expectations can come true; I hope my wish can come true. The taste of home composition 4

I feel homesick after a long separation from my hometown. Autumn afternoon, with a nostalgic mood, I rummaged through old songs and listened to them one by one. I think there is a home that gently twists my thoughts back to my childhood memories. In the past young years, this song was so loud in my heart that it still feels like a clear spring when it is stressed today. At first glance, it emerged from the depths of my heart and jumped all the way to my limbs and my eyes. Time flies, but in the depths of memory, the taste of home is still strong, the memories of dreams have been deeply imprinted in the bottom of my heart, and the stories of yesterday are stored in the folds. Every time I remember it, I feel more warm despite the bitterness.

When the breath of home rises in my heart, I will always unconsciously draw a picture of familiarity; Under a dim light, my mother's figure was reflected in front of the stove. When I had a rare meal of jiaozi, my siblings seemed to infinitely enlarge their tolerance for each other, pretending to make a fuss and shake hands, pretending to play around the stove, but their eyes never drifted away from the greed of the pot of jiaozi; The taste of home is more involved in a mourning, and several small heads are eagerly expecting that their father who returns from selling vegetables will bring back even a little comfort; The warm current of home is always flowing with the wayward self, the parents' hoarse call and the anxiety in their hearts.

Now, I have a small home, and the taste of home is really more perceptive. When it is cold, the warmth that never stops the fire at home; The food is ready, and you push me to confuse each other with him to wake up the daughter donkey who is too lazy to get up early; When you are free, a family of three cleans the house and outside with different division of labor, and then eats snacks and takes a rest when the window is clean; Get together with your parents, brothers and sisters during the festival, and cook more good dishes in a lively way, leaving a table full of chaos like a wind; And when I go home late at night, I look at the waiting light at home from a distance. All these trivial things fill up the layers of this light day, and a picture scroll of life is temporarily rolled and spread, and the breath of home is written all the time, which makes this journey constantly pray for endless memories. Really, I care about such warmth. The taste of home composition 5

Home is warm, happy and happy. Everyone has a home. Home is not necessarily a place to live. Where there is love, there must be a taste of home. -Inscription

Just last week, I went to the library alone. When I went out, there were a few dark clouds floating in the sky. I didn't pay attention at that time, so I went out with my schoolbag on my back. After traveling around the world of books for a few hours, I closed the book and prepared to go home. When I walked out the door, I was still reminiscing about my trip around, but I didn't expect a burst of thunder to break my good memories. Then I realized that it was raining!

This is a great bad news for me, because I don't have any rain gear around me, not to mention it's raining cats and dogs, so I can only wait for the arrival of the "Sun God" here, so stop raining quickly! But the rain is like a broken bead, falling on the ground in strings.

a few hours later, the rain finally abated. I took my schoolbag, held it over my head, and immediately rushed out of the door. The combination of rain and lightning was terrible. I really wanted to go home as soon as possible, because it was very late now, and I was afraid that my parents would worry. What I was more afraid of was their eyes and words. Will there be another drooling rain as soon as I entered the door? Or was it beaten as soon as you entered the door? Still not in the door and locked out? Is it mixed doubles? I felt uneasy in my heart ...

After several twists and turns and inner anxiety, I went back to the door and got up the courage to push the door in. Just as I was about to be baptized by the wind and rain, my mother came over. She saw that I was wet and immediately asked me, "Daughter, what's the matter? How did you get wet? Do you have a cold?" Didn't you take an umbrella when you went out? ..... "In the past, I was annoyed when I heard my mother's nagging, but now, I don't think my mother is nagging like this, and I feel a surge of love ...

I instantly understand that my mother's nagging is full of affection and love for me, and the soft light shines on the wall, so I feel what home is, maybe this is home.

ah, this must be the smell of love, mother and home. The taste of home composition 6

What is the taste of home? Like Bibi's multi-flavored beans in Harry Potter, mixed flavors can never be separated from the taste of love.

the taste of home is the taste of quail eggs.

When I was a child, I especially liked to eat quail eggs, which can be said to be "without eggs", and I often refused to eat because I didn't have it. This time, I can worry my mother that the things in the pot-stewed restaurant are unsanitary. How can I satisfy my mouth? After thinking about it, she decided to learn it online. However, it was a bad start, and the first attempt was simply a ponytail wearing tofu: the egg was not an egg, the shell was not a shell, and several people hugged together and refused to part. Looking at me crying willfully, my mother tried to put out the burning fire in her heart and practiced persistently. Despite repeated defeats, my mother didn't lose heart at all, and she still suffered repeated defeats. Finally, the "love" brand quail eggs are done! Looking at me while I was eating, my mother's mouth quietly hooked into an imperceptible arc, and a little bit of comfort rippled and spread on her face, blending into the love-filled hot air < P > the smell of home, which is the smell of milk.

at night, I was writing away at a mountain of homework, when suddenly, the sound of pushing the door rang slowly. Looking back, my mother came carefully with a steaming cup of milk in her hands, tiptoeing slightly. "Baby, it's cold, remember to drink!" Mother leaned down and whispered in my ear with a smile. "good!" I answered, and my mother smiled contentedly, and her eyebrows gathered into a crescent moon. Her loving eyes, in this long milk fragrance, seem to explain to me the taste of home and love.

the smell of home is the smell of mint.

In order to overcome my dizziness at night, my mother didn't know how many doctors she consulted, how many medicines she asked, and how many times she was cheated. Finally, she got the ideal refreshing artifact mint! Now, smelling the coolness, I seem to feel the taste of home and love.

home, like a bag of rainbow candy, is a colorful taste of love. I would like to hold a love and go all the way with the taste of home! The taste of home composition 7

Home is a shelter from the wind; Home is a sunshade under the scorching sun and a cotton-padded coat in the severe winter; Home is a towering tree full of fruits of love; Home has different tastes in different periods.

I broke my foot because I was careless in my work during the summer vacation. After a month's rest, my parents took me to the hospital for reexamination three days before the start of school. At that time, I thought it would be all right, but the result made me collapse. The doctor uncle said to us, "The fracture line still exists, and the plaster can't be removed!" Dad asked the doctor, "How long will it take to remove it?" "It will take about 2-3 weeks," the doctor said. When I heard this time, my heart was full of expectation, which means I can only go to school in plaster. "This is really inconvenient." My heart is really annoyed! Mom and dad were also depressed when they learned the news, and grandma was no exception. It seems that in order to let me go to school well, it is really a family mobilization. First of all, dad: dad will send me to school every day. In order not to let me walk more, dad will have to carry my 9-pound girl Yang from the parking lot to the classroom on the third floor. What a "burden" it will be!

Then there's my mother: She has to get up early every day and wake me up early in the morning, because my feet are inconvenient and I'm afraid that being late will affect my study, and even she has to ask for leave at noon to deliver meals for me. Finally, grandma: Grandma usually has a simple lunch. In order to make my feet recover quickly, I have to make a lot of nutritious meals for me every day.

I'm growing up slowly, always trying to break free from my parents' shackles, and I have repeatedly contradicted my parents' nagging, only thinking that my wings are full and I can fly alone. My parents won't give up loving me because of our contradiction. Even if they are busy at work, they still take time out to accompany me. Without delicacies and luxuries, my home is so plain and full of love. The taste of home composition 8

The taste of my hometown is nothing more than the fragrant Gushi goose.

I remember the first time I ate goose nuggets in Gushi, when I returned to Henan at the age of six. On the evening of New Year's Eve, my father served a dish, which was Gushi goose. The aroma first floated to my heart, and I watched it. It was really mouth watering! Finally, I started eating. I couldn't wait to put a piece in my mouth. Wow! Why is it so spicy! I threw up at once. At this time, my father came over with a bowl of water, saying that the goose pieces would not be spicy if they were soaked in water first. I did it, and it was not spicy. This time, although I ate a lot of goose pieces that were not spicy, the taste was weak after being soaked in warm water, and I couldn't eat the real taste of goose pieces, which made me very sorry.

why should a dish be named after a place name? Why is it called Gushi Goose Block? I heard adults say that goose nuggets shops in Gushi are now all over Gushi, just like Arneng noodles in Tongxiang. When you come to Gushi, it seems that the whole air is filled with the smell of goose pieces, and the roast goose pieces are made of the big white goose that grew up eating grass in Gushi. If you use other geese, you will never burn this smell. Soup is also the most important part of the whole dish. Without this soup, no matter how good the goose pieces are, they will not have that delicious taste. Dad said that this is the taste of the hometown that makes the wanderers who are away from home unforgettable.

Later, we went home, but Dad still cooked goose pieces. And I don't know since when my father will cook this dish whenever there are guests from my hometown at home.