Composition of taste description of matcha flavor cake

1. Matcha 700-word composition The smell of early morning, the whole world is wet, everything is stained with crystal dew, the grass is wet, the flowers are wet, the windmill is wet, and even the house is wet ... The sun rises in Ran Ran, and the sun shines all over the earth. I opened the window and bathed in the warm sunshine. How familiar and strange, as if so far away.

I remember when I was a child, my parents were busy with work and put me in the care of my grandmother in the suburbs. My grandmother is an old man in her sixties. Her gray hair makes people feel sad, her eyes sink deeply, and her cracked fingers are very rough. The whole person looks so fragile and haggard, but she always smiles and is always so kind and approachable ... but grandma always likes to hold me and walk slowly into that golden zone.

Now that I am a teenage girl, I should learn to stand on my own feet. My mother took me out of grandma's warm cabin. Since then, I have never seen my grandmother again, nor have I smelled that pleasant fragrance. But I often dream of the happy time my grandmother spent with me: Grandma peeled sunflower seeds behind my back, took out a lot of sunflower seeds, fried them in a pot and sang to me: "The first month!"

When frying melon seeds, grandma peeled them off and put them in a small yellow cloth bag. In this way, grandma grabbed the bag, hugged me, basked in the sun, sat on the bamboo stool at the door, fed me melon seeds, and told the story of "snail girl" that I never tire of hearing. ...

10 It's my birthday at the end of 0/0. My mother said that she would give me the extracurricular reading I wanted most. I just smiled and said thank you, so I stopped talking. Because in my heart, the wish I make on my birthday every year is so far away, but I still persist and never stop making this wish, year after year.

1October 3 1 day, 9: 00 pm, when I was born, it was raining cats and dogs in 2008. My mother sent me my favorite matcha-flavored cake. When I lit the candle, I once again made that unfulfilled wish. Just then, the doorbell rang, and I opened the door, stunned by what I saw. It's grandma! She was wet all over by the rain, but when she saw me, her face showed joy. My grandmother has changed, aged and haggard, coughing a few times from time to time. Every cough goes deep into my heart and makes me cry.

Grandma came to my house by train on my birthday and brought me a present. She said in an old voice, "Happy birthday, son!" ! Study hard! "I opened the box with tears in my eyes, but the yellow bag contained golden sunflowers and melon seeds. Sunflower is still so fragrant, but the people who walked with it are different. My tears fell on the petals and merged with it.

Sunflowers in my childhood memories are always so beautiful and fragrant ... and that sunflower field will always exist in my memory and can never be erased.

2. Homemade Matcha Cake Composition 500 words On Saturday, Grandfather Sun was very happy, and the sunshine on this day was particularly bright. I am also very happy, because I have eaten my dream "matcha cake"

In the afternoon, my mother and I went to Rome Square in the city center to eat snacks. I opened my eyes and looked through the menu hopefully, never letting go of every corner Suddenly, I stopped suddenly, because I saw the matcha cake I was looking forward to every day, but I couldn't look forward to it. I didn't hesitate to ask the waiter to bring me one.

Before long, a plate of exquisite matcha cake appeared in front of me. The square matcha cake is green all over. Looking at the smiling face made of white flower-shaped cream, I couldn't help licking my tongue and swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

My mouth is a big mouth, with a hint of bitterness and a strong sweetness in the ice, which is exactly what I like. I picked up a piece and put it in my mother's mouth. Unexpectedly, my mother, who usually doesn't like sweets, nodded and praised again and again.

One bite, two bites ... In a blink of an eye, a matcha cake went down. I licked my mouth, savored the bittersweet aftertaste, and smiled contentedly.

The smell of birthday cake is urgent. In 2005, the taste of birthday cake got full marks.

Material: On the way of growing up, we have tasted many flavors of life, such as a bowl of hot soup from my mother, a handkerchief handed by my classmates, the fragrance of flowers, the vast sea of books, and the feeling of "thousands of miles away" ... which brought us a lot of touch. Requirements: Please write a composition of not less than 600 words on the topic of "the taste of", and the style is not limited.

The smell of birthday cake

-A letter to my mother

Dear Mom:

Hello! My daughter really wants to talk to you.

Just now, the door slammed, so heavy and stubborn, just like when you were angry. There is only silence in the room, which makes me upset and at a loss. The flower cat made of cream on the birthday cake on the table wagged its tail as if mocking me proudly. The 17 candle on the cake also seems to remind you that you are 17 years old today, so listen to your mother!

But where am I wrong? After the party that day, it was getting late and a boy sent me home. You saw it at the door, but I still don't understand the expression on your face. Why are you looking at me like that? You sigh and shake your head, and you keep muttering, "Our daughter has become complicated." What is "complex"? I really don't understand. A few days later, you found Bacon on Life, pointed to a passage you marked, and read: "Although the slave of love is different from the beast who only cares about eating and drinking, it is also a slave with eyes."

God, what do you take me for? I really want to hold you and ask you clearly, but you just smiled mysteriously at me. I didn't say anything. I don't go to the party at most. Let you rest assured that I have not become "complicated". But when I was chewing the snacks you prepared for me, my heart flew to the campus, and I seemed to hear the beautiful songs and piano sounds of my classmates on campus. I seem to see students playing on the path and communicating with each other in the classroom ... I really want to tell you that my daughter will always cross the threshold of childhood and go to the adult world, and the tide of life will always push me to the tide of society.

Today is my happiest day, but now this empty room is full of sadness and unhappiness. I lit the candle, and when I blew it out with all my strength, tears came out involuntarily. I put a small piece of cake in my mouth and it didn't taste anything. Maybe, maybe it just lacks your taste!

Mom, I really hope to see you by candlelight. I really hope we can blow out the candles, make a wish, and then …

Daughter Xiao Juan

June 2005 19

Birthday is our happiest time, but the little author suffered an unexpected "blow"-his mother died angry. The article explains the reason of the story in the form of letters, and also expresses the psychology of longing for understanding and communication. Unique materials and novel forms.

Although there are not many twists and turns in the plot, the real events and sincere feelings are touching and well reflect the general psychological situation of contemporary middle school students.

4. The taste of cream cake ingredients The taste of cream cake When eating cream cake, if you only eat cream or only eat cake, will this cream cake still be delicious? I always thought that without cream, cakes would feel tasteless. Life is no longer wonderful without you. I know, maybe we really are 100%. Maybe we are playing with me naively. I also know that you have never loved me. You were just playing.

But I forced myself to believe you and told myself: you will never lie to me, never.

In fact, I know I am running away, but I don't want to believe that I am the kind of person who refuses to face reality. The ending of every novel is as beautiful as a fairy tale. I think my love is the same.

I thought that as long as I was willing to pay, I could get him to smile at me. I thought that in the end, he would regret being so heartless and cruel to me.

But I am really naive. You didn't give me anything in return, even you were so stingy that you didn't promise. Not every love is as beautiful as a fairy tale. Not every prince will find his princess in the streets wearing glass shoes.

At night, sitting alone quietly, there is an unspeakable loneliness and sadness. I hope to have a lamp that gives me light, warmth and purpose in the dark. But my "lamp" left me, and I could only stumble along in the dark.

Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? I was really sad when Cream lost you. I laugh every day, but do you find it? Those "smiles" are hypocritical.

Isn't it? Many friends ask me, will I regret it? "I don't regret it," I always answer.

No matter who you are, whether we are together now or not, I won't regret it, because I tried, I fought, I paid for my love, and I don't regret breaking up. It doesn't matter. This is your freedom. I have no right to interfere. If breaking up can make you happy, I am willing to disappear in front of you and never appear again. I'm hurt, really. So I will hide in a person who won't hurt me and let myself forget you slowly. I want to forget you and stop thinking about you, but I can't. I thought I could forget you by using others and interacting with others, but it turns out to be wrong.

I recently had an idea that if I could fall asleep, I would never wake up.

Then you can keep that dream forever without worrying about the broken day, even if everything in the dream is an illusion, so what? At least in my dream, I won't be sad.

Cake is no longer sweet without cream, and I, without my cream, my world becomes black and white and no longer wonderful.