Throw potatoes and write a composition

In my hometown, potatoes are basically ripe after September. Mature potatoes, yellow and green leaves are covered with black spots, like age spots on the old man's face. There is a sense of lethargy and certainty. Yellow, completely yellow; Black, quietly black. Some leaves are rolled up, and the rolled leaves are really the foreheads of the old people struggling to live in the village. What is hidden in the folds is the unspeakable years and the indifference of always pulling your fingers to live.

Digging potatoes is a technical job. Cut potatoes in the field if you can't dig. You can dig, along the root of the stem, slightly expand the scope, gently insert the shovel, hold it firmly, pick up the stem, shake off the soil at the root, and go, the soil will fall off, and the potatoes at the root will come out of the mud, exposing the yellow skin. One, two, three, four, some will dig out five or six potatoes of different sizes from one root, some are as big as fists, some are even bigger, some are like steamed buns, and some are like small tomatoes. Potatoes are full of unity, no matter how big or small, hold one tightly, just like several children nurtured by a mother all her life, pulling her mother's soft * * * to grow up in turn, and the relay of love begins underground. The big ones learn humility in nourishment, the small ones cherish the old ones, suck the moisture in the countryside, chew the nutrition of the soil, keep * * *, don't show their faces, no. Over the years, local experience has always told me that any fruit that grows underground has unparalleled cleanliness and strength. It refuses to be tampered with by all human desires and refuses to expand or mature. It breeds an inviolable loyalty and loyalty, loyalty to the land, which is like your brother sharing life and death with you, and deserves your lifelong trust and trust.

Whenever I dig potatoes, my young task is to peel the potatoes dug by my parents and pile them together in the sun. The sky is empty in September, but the land is full in September. Time is doing arithmetic on the earth. We use the action of "digging" to fill in the blanks and supplement. If we add seeds to the land, we will get enough food and clothes, and of course we will get extra poetry and art. Fill every day with sweat and coolies, and we gain confidence, because the good days are always behind. Peel off the wet mud on the potatoes, and the grass and mud are mixed in the nostrils. The appetite brought by potatoes churned in the stomach and saliva began to beat on the taste buds. The withered stems and seedlings are twisted and twisted, like a snake gradually shedding its skin. Grasshoppers jump lazily on the seedlings, playing some vague tunes intermittently, and drought-tolerant frogs frantically drill into the distant grass to find hiding caves. The mouse escaped from the hole by the ridge, trying to avoid the blade of the shovel. A tribe in nature lives peacefully in the potato field. The arrival of people, the slight noise, is undoubtedly a thunder for ants and grasshoppers on the ground. Of course, there are still some earthworms and maggots eating potatoes in the soil, and after enjoying the delicious food for nothing, they settle down in the potatoes. They tried to continue their dream once and for all, but it ended badly because of the arrival of harvest season. Perhaps, the sensitive grasshopper informed them that as soon as the shovel loosened the soil, many earthworms and maggots quickly shook their bodies and jumped out of the ground. There are two ways to deal with these pests, either pick them up and put them in plastic bags and take them home to feed the chickens, or kill them without forgiveness and let them separate. The scene is cruel, and it can also be said to be thrilling.

Fathers dug from one end of the ground to the other, with piles of potato stalks and potatoes behind them. The thin and cool autumn sunshine shines brightly on the potatoes on the ground, and from a distance, they look like eggs hatched by chickens. In winter, we will have nothing to eat. The autumn sun always gives people a sense of trance, supported by faint clouds, as if he had a minor illness and would not recover, which makes people wonder if the sun still has the strength to take a step forward. We dug up potatoes and discussed whether to eat fried potatoes or boiled potatoes tonight. Before dark, we packed potatoes in snakeskin bags and took them home. Leave it in the yard for a few days. Before the first frost, when the water evaporates almost, store potatoes in the cellar and wait for winter.

2. Cut the potatoes into shreds. About 80 words. Before dinner, my mother asked me to peel potatoes. Of course, I dare not refuse my mother's orders, so I obediently obey her orders.

I washed the potatoes and started peeling them. After a while, the potatoes were peeled off. I want to cut potatoes, so I immediately said to my mother, "Mom, I want to cut potatoes." Mom said, "Mom, you can't even cut potatoes, can you?" "No, I'm going to cut potatoes." Then you should try cutting it once. I jumped for joy.

My mother has repeatedly told me to be careful not to cut my finger. It hurts when you cut it. I remember what my mother said in my heart, but there are remnants in my heart.

In order not to hurt my fingers, I put on gloves and cut potatoes. My mother was surprised when she saw it and said, "I really admire you for cutting potatoes with gloves." When my mother finished, I smiled at her and responded.

The journey of cutting potatoes began.

Mom said, slice the potatoes first, and then shred them. I did as my mother said, and in a short time, the potatoes were cut. I looked at it carefully, and the shredded potatoes were long and short, thick and thin. If you want to follow the chef's score, you've simply failed.

Mom, come and let me see what your shredded potatoes look like. When mom saw it, her eyes widened and she said, "Can you clip this?" I replied, "Yes, why not." My mother brought me another potato as a demonstration. When I saw it, I suddenly realized. Mother began to vomit again, "you! I wasted a potato in vain. "

Because it's the first time to cut vegetables, it's not very good.

3. Picking potatoes When it comes to potatoes, everyone will think of it. But when I say "potato", I mean bear. It has snow-white hair, big eyes and a small oval nose. Its little tail, like the ears of wheat, wags its tail and walks. It's so cute! Once I took it for a walk and saw my sister Tong Tong. Tong Tong likes potatoes very much, so he has to chase them. But potatoes strut ahead and don't play with bunch ofred grapes. How proud potatoes are! Once, potatoes played with the bear downstairs. Ah! They fought, and the bear broke the potatoes into pieces. The potato quickly ran back to its nest. Potatoes are nothing like men. What a coward! Another time, my aunt left the door unlocked. When she came back, she saw the potato lying on the bed with a pillow on her head like a little master, enjoying our human life. As soon as the potato saw his master coming back, he looked down at his aunt piteously. Watching, aunt doesn't want to clean up. Earth. When I saw my sister Tong Tong, she leaned her head on the pillow to see the potatoes like a little master. She was really timid. At the sight of the master coming back, potato. Tong Tong likes potatoes very much, too. Her tail wags. When you come back!

This is what I like, proud and timid, lying in bed. The potato quickly ran back to its nest and began to walk. Potatoes play with the bear downstairs, not Tong Tong. But when I say "potato", I mean bear. Potato is really cunning, cute and cunning dog potato, so he lowered his head and the bear killed the potato. It is covered with snow-white hair. But the potato walked ahead with its head held high. It's so cute. Potatoes are nothing like people. Potatoes are so proud. Ah!

Once, I looked at my aunt piteously. Look at it!

Another time, with a pair of big eyes and a small oval face and nose, I had to chase potatoes and enjoy our human life, and my aunt didn't want to clean up! They are fighting, and their little tails are like ears of wheat!

Once I take him for a walk, everyone will think of potatoes. As soon as I mentioned potatoes, my aunt went out and left the door unlocked.

4. Composition describing potatoes Speaking of the name potato, everyone must be familiar with it. Is our recognized' gourmet'! In fact, potato is not called potato, but its scientific name should be potato, which is called potato in some areas and potato in English. Potato is affectionately called "underground apple" in romantic France! There are holes and digs in the appearance of potatoes, but these do not affect the nutritional value of potatoes at all. You see, it contains a lot of starch, protein, vitamin C and so on. Everyone loves potatoes, but don't think you can eat all kinds of potatoes: don't eat potatoes with buds. Because it contains too much solanine, it will be poisoned and even lead to death after eating; And don't eat with tomatoes, it will lead to indigestion. Potatoes are not only delicious, but also can be processed into various delicious foods, such as fashionable potato chips and shredded potatoes for dinner. If you think potatoes are delicious and difficult to grow, you are wrong: we have potatoes in Guizhou, Yunnan and even cold and hot areas. Different regions will have different salty and sweet tastes. After listening to my introduction to potatoes, you must know more about potatoes and like them better, right? .

A large number of potatoes leave the soil in large quantities, and feel the bargaining of businessmen with some inexplicable ideas. They watched helplessly as the city people constantly subverted their painstakingly managed future. Not all eyes can see through the round and fruitful attempt of potatoes. Their ideas are different from those of potatoes. They only care about their appetite. Their evaluation of potatoes is only some appearance indicators. They are generally eager for potatoes. As a plant, potato has lost its choice. Potatoes have nothing to say. They have no right to choose the future shape, shape, psychological trend and value scale of ordinary plants.

5. A composition describing potatoes in 300 words Speaking of the name potato, everyone must be familiar with it. It is what we recognize as' food'!

In fact, potato is not called potato, but its scientific name should be potato, which is called potato in some areas and potato in English. Potato is affectionately called "underground apple" in romantic France!

The pits on the surface of potatoes are digging, but these do not affect the nutritional value of potatoes at all. You see, it contains a lot of starch, protein, vitamin C and so on.

Everyone loves potatoes, but don't think you can eat all kinds of potatoes: don't eat potatoes with buds. Because it contains excessive solanine, it will be poisoned and even lead to death after eating; And don't eat with tomatoes, it will lead to indigestion.

Potatoes are delicious and can be processed into various delicious foods. For example, eat fashionable potato chips and shredded potatoes for dinner.

If you think potatoes are delicious and difficult to grow, you are wrong: we have potatoes in Guizhou, Yunnan and even extremely cold and hot areas. Different regions will have different salty and sweet tastes!

After listening to my introduction to potatoes, you must know more about potatoes and like them better, right?

In my cookbook, my favorite food is potatoes.

Make me a delicious mashed potato every morning with a little pepper in it. It's soft and delicious.

At noon, my mother cooked a plate of braised pork and potatoes. Potatoes are half cooked and half burnt, which is my favorite burnt noodles. It's a little burnt, but it smells good.

In the evening, my mother made a plate of hot and sour shredded potatoes, which was crisp and delicious. I didn't feel bad after eating it. This may be the reason why I like it! Once my mother didn't cook potatoes, I felt I lost my appetite. My mother says that a dish will get tired if eaten for too long, and it will taste better after a few days. I think what my mother said makes sense. I want to eat it again in a few days, but I feel I can't help it. It's delicious after all. It seems that many people like to eat potatoes, from children's beans to the elderly. And the most important thing is that there are many ways to do it, which people will never forget. Potatoes are the most delicious vegetables for me. I think what my mother said makes sense. I want to eat in a few days, but I feel I can't help it. It's delicious after all. It seems that many people like to eat dirt, from children to the elderly. And the most important thing is that there are many ways to do it, which people will never forget. Potatoes are the most delicious vegetables for me.

7. 400 words of potato composition Lele goes to class at noon one day and watches TV. But then my mother "assigned" me to buy potatoes in the vegetable market not far from home.

The purpose of this time is clear. As soon as you enter the vegetable market, go straight to the vegetable area and learn the robots in cartoons. Search target ... I looked around the vegetable section of the market and read every price tag, but I couldn't find the word potato, not even a horse.

I can't help it Go home. When I got home, my mother said to me, "Why not?" It should be a vegetable market! There must be something wrong with this word. I'll write for you. Look: potatoes. Go back and look for it. "

I took the note. I plunged into the vegetable market again. I've searched all the price tags in the vegetable market, but I still can't find them.

This time, I am more careful. I didn't find it myself, so I asked the assistant aunt over there. Aunt smiled and pointed there. I followed my aunt's direction and saw a vegetable that looked like a potato, but it was still a potato on the price tag. I'm disappointed. Forget it. Let's buy it. I chose a few big ones, paid the money and went home.

After buying, I walked home to the bottom of the building, afraid to go up. I can't stop blaming myself. I can't even buy a potato in such a big vegetable market. If the potatoes I bought this time are wrong, I have to run again. I finally decided to go up. My mother took the dish in my hand, looked at it and said to me, "This is a potato. You can help my mother work. " I suddenly realized, oh, potatoes are potatoes!

8.600-word potato composition is on winter vacation and I live at my grandmother's house.

The next morning, I saw my mother-in-law cutting potatoes. She cut a potato into pieces. I thought I was going to eat potatoes at noon. My mother-in-law said, "No, this is potato seeds. I'm going to grow potatoes. Will you go? " I readily agreed. I want to know why I cut potatoes when I grow them. I want to see how the potatoes we usually eat are grown.

When she got to the field, her mother-in-law cleaned up the weeds in the field with a hoe, and then began to dig a hole. She dug two rows of holes in each ridge. She dug ahead and asked me to put the cut potato pieces into each pit. According to my mother-in-law's request, I carefully put the potato pieces vertically into the pit. When my mother-in-law dug three long holes, I only put half of them. After my mother-in-law helped me put all the potato pieces into the pit, she began to bury the pits one by one with plowed soil. I thought it was done, but my mother-in-law said it wasn't enough. Fertilization was needed so that potatoes could grow fast. She picked two buckets of pig manure and covered it in the potato pit. Potatoes have been planted, although they are tired and smelly (accidentally put their hands into pig manure), but they are very happy.

On the way home, my mother-in-law told me that potatoes can be planted twice a year, and the potatoes planted now will be harvested in May. Cut the potatoes into small pieces, because this will make them sprout and grow quickly. I thought to myself: although potatoes don't grow on trees and in the ground like peaches and pomegranates, they don't look good, but they are very nutritious. They are called "underground apples", and now they have become the favorite vegetable stars of nutritionists and are considered as one of the greatest foods in the world. It is also one of the important food types. I want to learn from potatoes, it's as simple as that.

9. Fried shredded potato composition 500 Note: Write down the fragrance, taste and color of shredded potato. Today, my parents are on a business trip and let me eat at home by myself. I readily agreed to them.

How time flies! In the blink of an eye, at noon, my stomach began to sing "Empty City Plan". What should I do? Fried beans with eggs, diced chicken with diced beans, or shredded potatoes ... I thought about it again and again in bed, oh! Stir-fried shredded potatoes. Yes, just stir-fry shredded potatoes.

At first, I washed the potatoes, peppers and ginger, and I will cut them soon. Suddenly I thought, no, I usually watch my mother stir-fry potatoes and peel them, so I use a fruit knife to peel them, but the potatoes seem to run in my hand, and just cut them twice and then they roll naughty. I catch up and hold it tightly, fix the front with my thumb, and separate the other four fingers a little, and then start peeling when I am ready. After a while, my potato grasping hand became stiff. The potato escaped from my palm again. Hey! I was angry when I looked at the disobedient potatoes. I just put them on the chopping board and peel them by hand. This method is really ingenious. Potatoes have never escaped. However, when I peeled off the skin and looked at the disobedient potato, it had become a deformed child and a dwarf, which was probably not enough for me to enjoy alone! Simply find another companion for it, so that I can successfully make a potato doll.

Next, it's time to shine. I picked up a lighter kitchen knife to cut potatoes. Although the knife I took is the lightest in our family, it is still a little big for me. In my hand, the knife doesn't work, and somehow, when I press it, the potato keeps moving. So, I was impatient, willy-nilly, chopping with a kitchen knife with my eyes closed, and stopped to have a look. Potatoes have no effect, but the chopping board has become scarred. I didn't intend to do it again, but vanity and desire to express drove me not to give up. I hold it hard, cut it in half first, put the section down, and then hold it with my hand.