1 China has many special cuisines and is called "the country of gourmet". Everyone can find their favorite food, among which there are many famous dishes: mutton bread in soup, stinky tofu, Piarchuan ... but Dongpo meat is my favorite.
According to legend, in the Song Dynasty, the great writer Su Shi was an official in Hangzhou. Seeing that the West Lake was seriously blocked, he took the lead to help the people manage the West Lake and build dams. After dredging, many people were very grateful. I heard that Su Shi likes to eat pork and sent a lot of pork to his home. Su Shi couldn't refuse, so he had to accept it. Later, he asked his family to cut the meat into small squares, stew it in a pot and distribute the cooked meat to the people. They think this meat is more delicious than before, so it is called Dongpo meat.
I love Dongpo meat, not only because it has a long history, but also because its delicacy is rare all over the world.
Dongpo meat is brown in color and the meat pieces are stacked, which is very attractive. Although the brown soup is inconspicuous, you can smell the thick aroma from a distance. Pick up a piece of meat and gently put it in your mouth. A faint salty fragrance wafts in your mouth like a breeze, and the thick soup is just right, which makes people feel relaxed. Gently bite the meat, and the previous breeze turned into a storm, sweeping the mouth with a thick fragrance. The meat is very tight, but it slides around in the mouth with fresh fat, like a naughty child playing hide-and-seek with me. It is really "this kind of taste should only be found in the sky, and it is rare for humans to taste it several times." I swallowed the meat slowly, and it clung to my throat as if it were massaging me. Dongpo meat slowly slides into the stomach, and the stomach acid devours the meat crazily, and decomposes quickly like a high-speed machine, making a "purring" sound. I grabbed chopsticks and put my talons into another Dongpo meat. ...
Sixth grade composition 2 Dear teachers and students:
In this beautiful and hot summer, our time together in this beautiful alma mater is numbered. Therefore, we should cherish this precious primary school time.
We have been together for six years since freshman year. Six years is a long time; Six years passed in a flash. We study and play together. In class, the teacher dragged his tired body into the teacher, but he was full of energy when giving lectures.
One thing I always remember ... after a final exam, I made many mistakes because of my carelessness. So ... I'm depressed. It is you, dear Mr. Zheng, who gave me an encouragement: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if I don't do well in this exam." Try again next time! " It doesn't matter if you don't score. The important thing is that as long as you work hard at ordinary times, it doesn't matter even if you fail in the exam. It's okay! "A short sentence, let me feel the warmth of the sun. My mood suddenly improved. In the future study, I worked harder and got rid of the careless habit. Another final exam, I achieved ideal results, but I know that you used your usual efforts to get my results! Here, I want to say to you: thank you, teacher!
Primary school will leave us in six years. We will go to a new school, meet new classmates and teachers, and start a new study career. But I will never forget your kind smiling face and the beautiful laughter of my classmates. Good-bye. Beautiful alma mater; Goodbye, dear teacher; Goodbye, dear students. In these last few days, let our friendship stay in my mind forever. ...
As usual, I go home from school on Friday. When I want to do my homework, I open my schoolbag and hear crickets. I don't know where they came from. I quickly emptied all the books in my schoolbag and checked it again. When I finally checked the pencil case, I found that the sound was coming from my pencil case. I felt very strange, so I put my ear to the pencil case and listened. It turned out to be a pencil, an eraser and a pencil. Eraser quickly said, "Needless to say, the boss must be me." The pencil sharpener said unconvinced: "With you? Hum! The tortoise wants to eat swan meat, and I am almost the boss! " The pencil couldn't listen any longer, and advised, "Stop arguing, aren't we good friends?" But they are still arguing about the boss, and the pencil looks at them helplessly.
Suddenly, the eraser said, "Let the pencil speak!" " But the pencil said, "I can't say it." After that, both of them ignored the pencil. Pencils are also very wronged. The next day, I came to do my homework and took out my pencil. I found the pencil big and thick, so I took out my pencil sharpener. The pencil sharpener shouted, "No! I won't help this guy! "I have no choice but to write in bold. No, I wrote a wrong word. I took an eraser, and the eraser cried and said, "No, I'm not going to wipe his ass!" " "I asked what happened, and the pencil told me everything. I later said to them, "You are good friends. Without a boss, everyone is equal.". Eraser and Pencil Sharpener Listen and think about yourself-they are wrong. They said to the pencil, "Sorry, I ..." The pencil said happily, "Needless to say, we are still good friends." From then on, they are really sensible good friends.
Today is May Day. My mother and I are going shopping to buy something. On the street, all kinds of goods are dazzling, and the noise of bargaining and selling is mixed together. The noise of the festival should not be underestimated.
After shopping, my mother and I went to my aunt's house. To tell the truth, there are many people in my aunt's family. If they line up, it's hard to imagine how long they are.
"friend! Now you get together to celebrate May Day. I am a old bones, but I can't control you young people. What can I do to help by going out by myself? Let's have dinner together in the evening. Now, Labor Day begins! " Just getting started, my mother and I heard my father-in-law's hearty voice.
At this point, my heart is ready to move. I shook my mother's hand and ran to my aunt. At this time, my aunt was sweeping the floor. When she saw me coming, she smiled. I also picked up the broom and swept the floor with my aunt, and everyone walked over. Sure enough, May Day should be a happy holiday.
Later, everyone found their own workplace, and the aunt's house changed from noisy to slightly noisy, and many people devoted themselves to work. I see everyone working so hard and working harder. At this time, I found that on May Day, people didn't go to work because it was Labor Day, but because they wanted to work.
After a busy afternoon, it's time for dinner soon. My mother and I were invited to a table for half to prepare dinner! Everyone sat down one by one. After working for an afternoon, I was hungry. As soon as I sat down, I was quick of eye and load, picked up chopsticks and immediately caught a piece of meat. At this moment, my mother saw it. She immediately patted my chopsticks with her hand and muttered, "No quality!" "Maybe this sentence is too loud. Everyone in the room laughed, and my face turned red. I sat down obediently at once. After a while, when everyone was here, I dared to move chopsticks. In fact, I have already sung "Empty City Plan".
Labor Day will soon pass, however, this beautiful day is fixed in my heart, and I am looking forward to the next May Day and the next Labor Day.
In the third grade, I also found composition difficult. But with the increase of reading, the usual accumulation and the change of writing habits, I gradually began to feel that writing is not difficult.
Now, give me a theme, and I will spend 3 to 5 minutes writing down what I think after seeing this theme. Teacher Wu called it: free writing. In what you write down, maybe you will choose a good composition theme. Then spend a little time comparing and choosing topics. Be sure to remember that the theme should be novel!
After choosing the theme, I will draw the general framework of the composition in my mind or on the draft. At this stage of our fifth and sixth grades, we basically write some narratives. Therefore, it is very important to determine the details. The so-called determination of details is to draw a bubble diagram. Write the title in the middle and write it clockwise from the table. You can write down the time, place, things, etc. After writing the first circle, remember to draw a five-pointed star on the bubble that occupies most of this article, and draw some details on that bubble. In this way, when writing, according to this bubble diagram, you will clearly know what to write specifically and simply.
Also pay attention to the beginning and the end. It is best to be concise at the beginning, as long as it can lead to the theme; At the end, it is best to write your own feelings and views on things, which will sublimate the theme.
Try to write an article in one go, remember to add some descriptions in important places, and use narrative language as little as possible to give people a sense of scene and picture. Add some emotional sentences to the article to increase the expression of emotions.
Whether writing a composition is easy or difficult, good or bad, depends on a person's writing habits, usual reading and practice.
Remember to read more books, practice more and accumulate more every day to make your writing easier and easier!
Time passed day by day. My favorite Saturday is coming again, but today's Saturday is different from the previous Saturday. Today, a series of bad luck happened to me.
I got up early this morning, ready to go to school. Eat a good meal quickly and take my father's battery car to the "attack" training class. When the battery car drove to the gate of Perot City, there was only a bang, and the tire suddenly became deflated and flat. Dad got off at once, checked the tire and found a flat tire. He took out some tire repair tools from the trunk. Then I started mending the tire. I first took out a screwdriver to pry the tire open, pulled out the inner tube, found the crack, and pulled out a pneumatic nail three or four centimeters long from the crack. I saw dad take out glue and put it on the pneumatic tire. After doing it, he took out the tire repair thing and stuck it on it, and it was half done. Finally, the inner tube is pressed back and inflated, and it's all done. I am very happy in my heart: bless me, I will mend the tire at once, or I will be late again.
The car was repaired, and new misfortune came again. Afraid of being late, I told my father to speed up the horsepower and go all out. When I passed a puddle, I didn't have time to avoid it because I drove too fast. I drove by and sewage splashed my pants. Alas! Are you lucky today? What bad luck
When the train was approaching the training class, the teacher suddenly called again and asked us to come so late. Dad said it was late to repair the car. He will be there soon. When I reached the door, I hurried upstairs. When I walked in, my foot slipped and I fell on my back, which made everyone laugh. I had to rub my ass and wonder why I was so unlucky today.
Did everyone say that I was unlucky today?
I have a little friend. She has willow eyebrows, big, bright and round eyes like glass balls under her eyebrows, and a pair of short-sighted glasses on her flat nose. She has a small and exquisite mouth. Don't underestimate her mouth. No one can speak like her. She doesn't like wearing skirts She always wears shorts, which is a bit of a boy's character. She's-Kyle.
Her greatest feature is that she loves to help others. Take Saturday's incident for example! On that day, a group of children were playing catch-up games on the playground, and Wang Xiou came to catch them. Our friends are hiding like clever little monkeys, which makes Wang Xiou dizzy. I am the slowest runner. Wang Xi 'ou seized my weakness and kept grabbing me like a persimmon, which made me breathless. Seeing that I was about to be caught, I suddenly tripped and fell to the ground with a splash. When my friends came to their senses, I was already lying on the basketball court screaming in pain. "Jin Doudou" kept dripping on his face. I have a big red spot on my leg, and blood is coming out.
When Kyle saw me, he quickly helped me to the water pipe and scrubbed my wound with his new handkerchief, which really made me feel bad. She dipped her handkerchief in a little water first, and then rubbed it back and forth on my scar. Soon, the dirt on the wound has been washed clean by Kyle, and she helped me walk home step by step.
Another time, when I had a nosebleed, she saw it and quickly took out all the toilet paper on me for you to use. She also rolled toilet paper into a small ball to block my nostrils, washed my hands and patted my forehead to stop the bleeding. The water is cold and cold, so it is very comfortable. But when I saw Kyle again, she was already sweating with heat. Kyle helped me to the shade and let me have a good rest.
Listen, Kyle is such a helpful person.
In winter, grandpa quietly took away Sister Xue and the loneliness in winter, and Miss Spring brought a brush and painted everything with the color of spring. Suddenly, nature took on a new look and was full of vitality.
The sky is so blue, the clouds are so white, the grass is so green and the butterflies are so beautiful. I often think that spring is coming. What's the smell of spring? Soil is not soil? The smell of flowers? Or mint?
I asked Brother Bird quietly, "What's the taste of spring?" Brother Bird said, "Spring smells of corn, rice, oh, worms." I was a little dissatisfied, so I ran to ask the knowledgeable little black brother, "Little black brother, what is the taste of spring?" Brother Xiaohe said, "Spring is the fragrance of the earth." I was dissatisfied again and said, "why is your answer different from that of the bird?" Are there two springs? " Brother Black replied, "Ask someone else." I don't want to ask anyone. I'd better find spring and taste it myself.
I happily walked to the front of Xiaohua, leaned over and smelled it hard, and the fragrance of flowers came to my face, thinking, "The fragrance of flowers is the taste of spring." I came to Miss Liu and saw her wearing a brand-new light green skirt and waving to me. I touched her carefully and smelled the fresh leaves. I think this is the smell of spring, too. Tired of walking, I lay on the soft green grass and saw an elephant playing in the sky, a little monkey eating peaches, a little rabbit jumping in the sky, and cotton candy flowers flying in the sky. Seeing these scenes, I suddenly felt relaxed and happy, and all my troubles were lost. It turns out that the clouds are light and the wind is light, and it is also the taste of spring.
I think I know what spring tastes like. Spring is brand-new, full of vigor and vitality.
Care is a tissue handed to you when you are sad, a street lamp when you are confused, and an outstretched hand when you fall ... I have experienced such a thing and still remember it in my heart. I remember it was one night, and the bug played a touching song, which lingered in my ears. I breathed a sigh of relief after finishing my homework. Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door. I hurried to see the door and saw my father standing at the door. I helped my father stumble into the room, mumbling from time to time because he was still drunk. Looking at dad, I was at a loss. A scene flashed through my mind: ah! When dad was drunk, mom made tea for him. Without saying anything, I immediately went to the kitchen to make tea. When I came back from making tea, I saw my father throwing up in the toilet. I trotted to the toilet, put the cup in the toilet pool to cool down, washed the towel and put it aside, then patted my father on the back. After filming, I walked out of the toilet door and saw my father throw up all over the floor. I wiped it clean. It is already late at night to finish these tasks. I was exhausted and sat on the sofa. I wanted to have a rest, but I fell asleep because I was so tired.
After a long time, I rubbed my sleepy eyes. I found it was early in the morning, and I was in my bed, covered with a quilt, with a good schoolbag next to me. It turned out that dad did it, and a warm current rushed into my heart.
Although my father seldom cares about me, he has made great efforts for me silently. Care happens to me, to the little things around us. It may happen to relatives, it may happen to strangers, and love happens to each of us.
The sixth grade composition 10 is tonight. I have finished all my homework. The handwritten newspaper also drew a careless picture, and the rest of the time was spent writing a composition. But at this moment, I don't have any ideas.
"How to write?" These three words keep coming to my mind. Facing the composition book in front of me, my brain is blank and there is no material, so I can only sit in a chair and think hard.
At least write it. If you can't write well, you can't sleep, and you will be scolded tomorrow. However, I can't stare at this composition book all night until dawn. It doesn't mean anything!
Ok, but there must be examples. If not, it is not a composition, but dry goods. I can't do this. I have written about that. I have written about people, events, landscapes, imaginary composition, feelings after reading ... these can always be written, but I can write this first, but I have no examples. What else can I write?
"Washing clothes? It's so outdated ... and it says, mop the floor? Why put it off so late? What else? " I shook my head desperately, hoping to think of some topics with examples.
How about writing ... this? An example of "falling from the sky" appeared in my mind-a pencil sharpener. No, I shook my head desperately again-it was too short! Penguin statue? I also wrote ... my mind is a mess.
"Sweat (homophonic yawn), so sleepy, don't write 10." I remind myself. "Doing housework ... I thought before. Yes, I know something! I am so smart, haha. " Then write in the composition book, the topic is: writing a composition. Soon, nine tenths of this composition was finished (except the ending).
This incident gave me a deep reflection. I want to feel it and be a person with a conscience in my life!
Sixth grade composition 1 1 At night, I saw a golden tree under the faint street lamp. At that moment, I froze.
Looking at the fairy-tale golden tree, flapping its branches and leaves, I was moved to tears.
I always thought that autumn, dead leaves, only represented desolation and loneliness. Autumn wind and autumn rain are so sad that the ancients described autumn in the same way: almost like autumn, the color is bleak and the smoke gathers; Its cold gas hurts the bones and muscles; Its meaning is gloomy, and the mountains and rivers are lonely.
Taking it as a sound, it is sad and cut, but it is difficult to call.
Listening to the autumn sound and watching the leaves fall one by one is a farewell, and it is also the exhaustion and disappearance of life. Sadness, reluctance and helplessness always haunt me. I appreciate the autumn wind. I am intoxicated by her elegance and exquisiteness, but at the same time, I am always inevitably in a sad mood.
Today, this brilliance suddenly gave me a strong feeling.
That tree, a person, stood there stubbornly, almost stubbornly, with branches covered with gold, standing firmly in the wind.
It turns out that autumn is also strong. It is persistence and patience.
The flowers in the autumn wind come early this year, but they are like the lotus steps of 28 women. Gorgeous yellow leaves cannot bear to fall. I don't know the name of the red vine crawling over the fence. Every time I walk on this path, I can't help but stop. I think my expression must be happy. In this bleak and sad autumn, which is rendered by ancient poetry, how can such warm and fiery colors not make people feel excited? As if autumn wind loves this season, it is soft and warm. The sun shone right on my bare skin, and the whole person couldn't help getting drunk. So I smelled the fragrance of chrysanthemum, fragrant and fragrant, colorful and fragrant, the more fragrant, the more fragrant.
Composition 12 China's food culture has a long history, which breeds thousands of kinds of delicious food, but among many kinds of delicious food, I just have a soft spot for stinky tofu.
"Smell stinky, eat fragrant", this sentence perfectly embodies the uniqueness of stinky tofu. Stinky tofu is widely distributed all over the country, but the most famous ones are Shaoxing Stinky Tofu and Changsha Stinky Tofu, both of which have their own advantages.
Let me start with Shaoxing stinky tofu. Shaoxing stinky tofu is relatively small, and the fried stinky tofu is golden yellow, much more delicious than Changsha stinky tofu, and its fragrance is not very strong. Diners can add hot sauce or sweet sauce according to their own preferences. When I first ate authentic Shaoxing stinky tofu in Shaoxing, I was amazed. A plate of stinky tofu served is golden and shiny, and there is a faint oily smell. I picked up a piece with chopsticks, dipped it in some sweet noodle sauce, put it in my mouth and bit it down. The first thing I touched was the crispy skin. After breaking the shell, it releases unparalleled freshness and fragrance. When I chew, the delicate stinky tofu stuffing rolls on my tongue, and the umami and fragrance fill my mouth, which makes people memorable.
Let's start with Changsha stinky tofu. I ate stinky tofu in Changsha and didn't know the taste of meat for three days. From this sentence, we can see the delicious stinky tofu in Changsha. After all, this is Chairman Mao's delicious food! Changsha stinky tofu is big and black. The fried stinky tofu smells strong, but it tastes unspeakable. Eating stinky tofu in Changsha. You must dip it in hot sauce. When you mix stinky tofu with hot sauce and put it in your mouth, the first feeling is a little spicy. Then take a bite, and a unique fragrance will bloom instantly. With the spicy taste, it directly occupied the tip of my tongue. With chewing, this fragrance is getting stronger and stronger, which is fascinating.
Stinky tofu conquered me with its unique delicacy and made me fall for it. China food Qian Qian absolutely, I only love stinky tofu!
As the dawn approaches, the bright morning light gradually emerges in the east, showing a brand-new 20xx, blue sky, then white clouds, cheerful birds singing, flowers dancing with birds singing … New Year! Surrounded by the breath of the Spring Festival! The roads are clean, the shops are covered with lanterns, and every household has put up festive couplets, and people's faces are rippling with happy smiles.
On the morning of New Year's Eve, my brothers and sisters' hands began to itch, and I couldn't wait to buy some guns and let them out. Well, we began to whisper: how can we set off so many firecrackers? So I hurried home and was about to steal some more when my grandmother found out: "Isn't there already firecrackers?" I still can't let it go at night! "Ah! Adults are so nagging that we have to give up. I can only go out to play in frustration.
This day is not only fun, but also delicious.
When eating, my uncle and aunt took my brother to my grandmother's house for dinner. The food on the table is so rich that my eyes are dazzled and my mouth is watering. I don't know which to eat first. While eating, everyone said words of blessing and gave happy laughter from time to time. The atmosphere is very harmonious. What a happy family!
After dinner, we all sat in front of the TV to watch the Spring Festival Gala. Then, with the arrival of the night, firecrackers sounded intermittently outside, conveying joy to people. ...
At twelve o'clock, we rushed out of the house with firecrackers and entered the most exciting moment of the night. At this moment, firecrackers are one after another, which is deafening. Colorful fireworks are interlaced in the air. The sky seems to be red. We danced, ran and laughed, immersed in the ocean of joy. At this moment of national celebration, let's wish our motherland prosperity and a more perfect tomorrow!
Sixth grade composition 14 "A person can eat three meals, and it is not difficult to say that he is a pig's head. Pulling him to exercise to lose weight, he said that we are really annoying. " This is a jingle I made up for Li Jiahao, a famous "pig head" classmate in our class.
Li Jiahao is as tall as an ox, as fat as a pig and as plump as a bear, as if it were a hard iron wall. The most prominent thing is his fat ears and generous "bear's paw". It is no exaggeration to say that he is the reincarnation of Pig Bajie.
Lunch storm
Brother pig can eat very much. He is simply a "waste". To this end, he caused a well-known lunch storm. It's time for lunch, and the food has just arrived. Li Jiahao saw the light like a blind man and rushed over like an arrow, but the life committee gave him little food and meat. Li Jiahao didn't believe it, so he quarreled with the members of the life committee and tried to get more meat and rice for himself. Indeed, how can such a small meal effectively maintain his chubby figure? It's not enough to plug your teeth! The life Committee member patiently and kindly explained to Li Jiahao: "The teacher said that one person can only cook one spoonful of food. If it is not enough, you can add more and don't waste it." But Li Jiahao didn't appreciate it. He frowned, glared at his eyes and drummed his cheeks. He shouted to the life Committee member: "No, wait for it, the meat is gone, I will fight now!" The life Committee member refused to give in, which led to a fierce war of words. It was not until the class teacher came to mediate and cooked meat and rice for Brother Pig that he was satisfied and left with a big smile on his face.
Laughing drama
Brother pig loves to laugh. His laughter was clear and happy. His daily life is always sunny. Once, I made up a joke and immediately shared it with Brother Pig. Unexpectedly, after listening to this, he laughed his head off, his mouth opened wide, and his bright little eyes were squeezed smaller by the meat around his eyes. He shook my face with one hand, grabbed my hand with the other, and then he pushed me and I was thrown to the ground. When he saw me fall, his eyes widened and he began to laugh again.
Alas! Brother "Pig" really loves to laugh and always laughs at a loss.
Sixth grade composition 15 huafu primary school is my school, with a small name and not very gorgeous. The name of the school is engraved on the big stone tablet at the door, and next to the name is a poster that I don't know who posted it.
There is a big kapok tree on the right hand side of the entrance, which is as high as the teaching building. It seems that due to natural reasons, the kapok tree leans to the west, giving people a feeling of crumbling. Whenever the kapok tree blooms, some of our classmates will run under the kapok tree to pick cotton instead of spinning cloth, just for fun.
Seen from the air, the teaching building has been passed down from mouth to mouth, with five floors and azaleas planted on each floor, but now most of the flowers have withered. The school playground is not too big. There are two basketball courts and a football field. Of course, the football field is much smaller than it really is. On the west side of the football field, there is only a sparse green grass, where a clump of green grass, the edge of which has been trampled into sand.
A football goal is not so much a football goal as an iron shelf without a net. Every time I sit on the edge of the court and look at the horizon, I feel a burst of melancholy when I think that I will be separated from my classmates in a year. A row of birch trees was planted next to the basketball court. The bark of birch has been torn by students for several years, from "thick" to "thin". "Peeling too many trees will make you cry and bleed." I always tell myself in the first grade. Students on the basketball court are practicing fancy moves such as hook and layup. I have to admit that this action is very handsome, but once they miss, they will lose face in front of all the girls. There are always some Martian words on the wall of the house in front of the playground. The white wall has been washed yellow by the water of time, and there are some black spots on it, which may be the so-called traces of time.
As soon as school was over, the podium and the stormy court were filled with colorful schoolbags, and the sound of "stepping on the court" came from the basketball court. The little girls in front of the podium are jumping with rubber bands. And I, sitting under a small banyan tree in the distance, enjoy the breeze, take off the leaves on my head and enjoy the peace that belongs to me only.