Write a composition while eating.

1.400 words "yum, yum, yum, yum ..." Why, whose voice is this? Hehe, this is the sound of our family of three eating. Maybe you will ask, why does the sound of our family eating like this? Yes, I don't know. If I listen carefully, I will hear many strange sounds when I eat: my mother is eating soup, squeaking; I chewed beef, "yum yum"; Dad, drinking cold beer, "hum"; I don't know when, there came the voice of "gung, gung"; It seems that there is a "talent contest", which is getting louder and more strange. What a wonderful "dinner symphony"!

At this time, my father suddenly noticed something and said to us, "Listen, the sound of' yum yum' is so ugly. It's a shame to go out as a guest. Now pay more attention and make less noise when eating. " As soon as the words were finished, the sound of "Ji Li gung" in the air disappeared and suddenly calmed down. Mother is "squeaking" to enjoy delicious fresh soup. After listening to her father's words, she paid attention and immediately put down the speed. I was wolfing down my meal. As soon as my father pointed me out, I chewed carefully to avoid making any noise. Even when dad said it himself, he drank beer quietly and ate slowly. The originally active atmosphere became lifeless. I really want to finish this bowl of rice, but I will make a noise soon.

I thought, why can't you make a noise when you eat? Although it is a bit uncivilized to be a guest outside, I think "informal nature is the best." In fact, if we don't talk, others won't care. And it's normal to make such a sound when eating. Why are you so restrained? I think we should have a good meal. If it's delicious, you should eat it out loud so that we can enjoy it.

2. The scene of eating in the canteen is that the 400-word "Ding" rings after school. I took the ten dollars my father gave me to eat in the canteen. This is my first time to eat in the canteen, and everything seems so strange. I hurried to the canteen with my classmates, only to find that the canteen was full of classmates who came here to eat. They lined up neatly and prepared meals in an orderly way. Then bring the dishes to the table to eat. I quickly stood behind the less crowded line and lined up carefully. Suddenly, I heard someone calling my name, and I quickly turned around. I saw Jingyi's classmate wave to me and shouted, "Yang, you are on the wrong team. That is the window of the first and second grade students, and the window of our third grade students is on my side. " Then I pointed my hand forward. It turns out that there is a sign on the window to make food. I had to start from the beginning and go back to the end of the line. Looking at the long queue ahead, I kept blaming myself. Looking at the smug expression on the faces of those students who have cooked, and the delicious food on their plates, I can't help but drool and secretly envy them. The procession moved slowly, and my stomach was already growling. Finally, it was my turn. I quickly asked Aunt Cai for two dishes I like, and then took the dishes and sat down happily beside my classmates to avoid making mistakes again. It seems that several of our classmates had a dinner contest, and they all wolfed down all the dishes in the dish. Soon, we ate all the food on the plate. Through this experience, I know that there will be many firsts in a person's life, and I will continue to grow in each first time.

On Monday night, my parents have been nagging me at the dinner table since I finished my homework because I didn't do well in the math exam.

At the dinner table, they still nagged endlessly. Dad said, "I can't do such a simple question." I won't be serious when I take the exam, I just want to play! " ""is it? You must not have looked at the problem carefully! " Mother also added. I can't eat any more.

At this time, my soft-hearted grandmother helped me to speak. Grandma said, "All right, all right! Stop nagging, he is hungry, eat quickly! " Mom and dad stopped preaching, so I wolfed it down at once.

After a while, they started again. "Look, even such a simple calculation problem can be written wrong. You said you ... ""Oh, I'm so stupid! " I said to myself.

But they heard it again "What's stupid? You are not stupid at all. You just play and don't listen carefully! " "Mom and dad shouted at me at the same time. Finally, I have to swear to my parents that I must take the exam seriously and get good grades in the future.

4. Lonely Mid-Autumn Festival ■ Today is the 15th day of the eighth lunar month, which is one of the traditional festivals in China.

People in China also call Mid-Autumn Festival a reunion festival. On this day, you can sit around the big round table with your relatives and have a happy and noisy reunion dinner.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is particularly round and big, just like a big round table where a family sits together. Many people in China also like to enjoy the moon outdoors with their families after dinner.

The scenery and taste are very harmonious. This year's Mid-Autumn Festival is different from previous years. This year's Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day are on the same day.

For those who are far away from home and have little time to reunite with their relatives, this is a very lucky thing. Moreover, there is a seven-day long holiday on National Day, which is enough for those who seldom get together at ordinary times to get together beautifully.

In the evening, my parents and I went to my grandmother's house for a reunion dinner. Uncle, aunt, uncle, menstruation, and cousin, cousin ... A dozen people in the whole family sat around a big round table and had a reunion dinner.

After dinner, adults chat and play cards. I suggested to my brothers and sisters to go out to enjoy the moon, but no one agreed. Everyone looked at me with surprised eyes.

Cousin and cousin said that they were too busy at work and wanted to go home and rest early. Cousin and cousin said that the senior high school entrance examination is coming soon, and they are nervous about their studies, so they should go home and review their lessons. In a short time, they all went home. Except for the adults "fighting" in the back room, I was the only one left in the living room.

Looking at the adults who are having fun, thinking about their brothers and sisters who have gone home to do their own things, and watching themselves sitting alone in the living room, I suddenly had an idea: What happened to them? Perhaps this idea is naive, everyone has their own things to do. But this rare Mid-Autumn Festival, why not get together and have a chat? I want to go back, but I can't "suffocate" in this narrow space of more than ten square meters, can I? So I went out to see the moon alone tonight.

Walking on the road, I was still thinking that there shouldn't be many people on the street tonight, because the street was very deserted at this time in previous years. I walked to a bridge alone and got a fright as soon as I approached it.

Everyone on the bridge is black! Look at the garden under the bridge, it is also crowded! They are either in groups of three or five, or in groups of seventy or eighty. I can see that they all came out with relatives and friends.

Are they all here to enjoy the moon? I really envy them for enjoying the moon with friends and relatives. And I, alone in this busy crowd, suddenly have a sense of loss, loneliness and emptiness.

What a lonely migratory bird I am in this crowd. Standing on the bridge, holding the railing, looking up at the sky.

The weather is not very good tonight. There is not a star in the black sky, but a hazy moon shrouded in mist.

Without the embellishment of stars and the dependence of stars, the moon is particularly lonely. The moon is not very round tonight. Is it really what people call "the moon of fifteen, the moon of sixteen"? People on the bridge are chatting enthusiastically, and few people look up and admire the moon in the sky.

Perhaps the moon tonight is really not so beautiful, perhaps the enthusiasm for reunion has already drowned the lonely moon. I finally understand that those people are actually "drunk."

But I'm different. I am the only one on this bridge who really enjoys the moon alone. So I will go to see the moon that is not very beautiful in their eyes and enjoy the hazy moon.

Although the mood is not very good, just like that not very bright month. Tonight, the wind on the bridge is very strong.

I couldn't help shivering and suddenly realized how lonely I was in this busy crowd. I dare not watch any more, and I dare not stay here any more.

There seems to be an invisible force driving me. Why do you feel this way? Perhaps the lonely mood at this time can't resist this lively scene at all. I am afraid that this kind of mood, like Leng Yue tonight, will suddenly solidify in this completely opposite scene.

I walked quickly home with my head down. Although I always pass by groups of people on the road, I never look up because I feel more lonely after reading it. Finally, I came home, stood alone on the balcony and opened all the windows.

But I found that the wind seems to have become cool and there is no chill anymore. Look at the moon in the sky, still hazy.

At this time, standing alone on the palm-sized balcony seems to be much more comfortable than enjoying the moon in a busy crowd. Otherwise, how can you feel that the wind has changed? After all, at this time, I only have the hazy moon in my eyes and the whistling wind in my ears. I am lonely on the ground, and the lonely moon is in the sky.

In this way, I looked at the sky and the moon for a long time. It suddenly occurred to me that since I am so lonely, why not go online and have a look? So I quickly opened OICQ.

Wow, there are so many people. For the first time in my history, so many netizens are online at the same time.

Alas, there is no one to talk to in real life, and real life is deserted. I didn't expect it to be completely different as soon as it went online. Not long after I went online, I received many greetings from netizens, "Hello, happy holidays!" " "Good evening and Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!" "Hello, it's fate to meet here at this time. I wish you happiness! " It's really touching to see the words of greetings and blessings from those lovely netizens.

Who says the Internet is illusory? Who says the Internet is heartless? Aren't netizens using this illusory and heartless network to distribute their sincere wishes? Didn't this illusory and heartless network bring spiritual comfort when you needed it most? Soon, I also joined the lively online world and had a hearty chat with netizens. Time passed unconsciously for an hour, and the original lonely mood was much better.

But loneliness can't be completely eliminated. After all, I am still facing a machine. Although it has some "body temperature" at this time, the screen is still cold.

I suddenly thought of a question and sent it to several good netizens. "Why are you surfing the Internet at this time? Why not chat with relatives? " Most of their answers are "they are all adults, all have their own careers, and we have nothing in common."

"Oh, I see. It seems that their hearts are actually lonely, so they go online to find someone to chat with.

I remember a netizen once said "boring.

5. Talking about men and eating Liang Shiqiu's scene description about people eating.

A man with rude words and deeds is definitely much gentler than a lady with gentle words and deeds when waving a pot and dancing shovel in the kitchen. Their gentleness and care when turning vegetables in the pot are comparable to the gentleness of mothers to their babies. Admittedly, this is because men and women have completely different attitudes towards food.

Most men are delicious. They are as generous in diet as women are in dress, and they are never stingy; Women don't. Most women think that spending a lot of money on a good meal is a waste. And eating more is likely to affect your body, which is not cost-effective. Compared with women, men are obviously much less worried about this, so naturally they can rest assured that they will choke on food. This is probably one of the reasons why gourmets are mostly men.

Most women cook at home, while chefs in hotels and restaurants are almost all men. On the one hand, it is because of traditional culture; On the other hand, women are more willing to be maids for their beloved men, while it is rare for men to cook and cook soup for their beloved women for three meals a day. If you want to cook, you must find a glamorous place! In fact, for a man from a gourmet background, being a chef in a restaurant is undoubtedly the best choice. This will not disappoint the diners who spend money to eat, and both the host and the guest are happy. On the other hand, when a cook is a profession, it is actually also a physical activity. Women's physical strength is worse than men's, and they have lost the hardware foundation of becoming restaurant chefs.

Most men eat meat-

Liang Shiqiu has such a sentence in "Men": "When he eats, he always finds meat at least one inch square and half an inch thick in the dish to be a vegetarian. After a few days without meat, he shouted, "Let the birds fade out of your mouth! "If you don't know the taste of March meat, I'm afraid you won't fade out!"

Qian Zhongshu said in "Dream of God" that God only created everything and one person at first. After some days, the man was bored, so God created a woman. After many days, both men and women felt that it was too boring that only two people could fit in such a large land, so the woman first ran to ask God to create another man. God was very angry and thought that this human being was too dissatisfied, so he threatened to destroy the existing man if she had this idea! The woman was afraid and went back. Shortly after the woman left, the man came to God and made the same request. God was very angry. He threatened the man that if he dared to make such a request again, he would ruin the woman now. Finally, fearing that the threat was not strong enough, I added another one: eliminate pigs, cattle and sheep on the earth and let men have no meat to eat! The man went back in despair and never dared to mention being a woman again.

Both authors tell men's preference for meat with great humor. My male colleague who once shared a room with me claimed that what is usually cut into small pieces and put in the dish is not meat at all! This is what they told me when they came back from another male colleague's house after eating a large piece of delicious meat.

One day at six o'clock in the afternoon, I met a young man at the entrance of my village. He caressed his stomach with infinite satisfaction and said to himself, "I'm full again and full of energy!" " "I'm going to burst out laughing! In this age of food and clothing, few people are so happy after eating a full meal. But it embodies Mr. Liang Shiqiu's words: "After a full meal, you can change your outlook on life and be optimistic about everything. "

Psychologists don't know if there is such a prescription for depressed and pessimistic patients: eat more food.

6. The composition describes the scene of eating at noon. It's time for an emergency lunch. The children scrambled to take out the steaming lunch box from the lunch box, then rushed to the steaming soup bucket, consciously lined up and filled the soup one by one. Then carefully carrying hot soup back to his desk, slowly put down the soup bowl. I took out my spoon from my schoolbag, opened my lunch box and began to enjoy a delicious lunch.

Wow! Today's dishes are all my favorites, including marinated tofu, sweet and sour strips and green vegetables. I can't wait to attack vegetables. After a while, the lunch box bottomed out. I wiped my greasy mouth with a tissue and put it back. I think today's food is really delicious. If only it were my favorite food every day.

7. Composition of Diet Scenes Diet Scenes

Grandparents are very gentle. When eating, they meticulously pick up vegetables and work hard, leaving no "traces" in the rice bowl after eating. It's amazing!

Dad and uncle are "super fast", but they don't eat when they reach their mouths, but bite down and eat quickly, unlike "swallowing dates" When I was in the middle of eating, they had already finished eating, just like two people eating a game and desperately eating.

Mom and aunt are "standard". They eat fast and well. Although they don't run as fast as their father and as well as their grandparents, they are still "great" on the whole!

As for me, I am a "slow" type. I eat more slowly than a snail. Everyone has finished eating, but I am still eating. In winter, the meal is cold and not finished (of course it's different now). My mother often says to me, "Eat quickly, you are a man, you are not in a hurry."

"I'm finished." I let out a cry and looked at the clock, startled, ah! I eat from 6: 00 to 6: 30! Mother came over angrily. . . . .