1 I learned to fry tofu

Today, I learned to fry tofu, which is for Chinese New Year. But I ate it secretly, and it was delicious!

In the morning, my father and I were digging holes to eat tofu. You must ask, what hole does a good tofu dig? I tell you, you have to put meat in it, so it's delicious! After a while, the hole was dug and the hole stared at me like an eye, hehe! Interesting! Finally, add the meat stuffing and cover it with a little tofu, and it's OK.

Then, it's time to fry tofu. First, pour the oil into the pot, and then put the tofu when it is hot. When you put the tofu, you will hear a "crackling" sound, like firecrackers. Seeing that one side of tofu is fried golden, turn it over and fry the other side, sprinkle some soy sauce, it's delicious and beautiful, and then cut some chopped green onion and put it in. After a while, there will be a fragrant smell that will make your mouth water. In this way, you can cook after frying for a while. When you eat, sprinkle some salt and pepper on it. Be careful not to put too much, or it will be like eating Chili.

Will it? Are you drooling? But be careful not to blow it up! Otherwise, you will make the most expensive food in the world (with meat! The richest content (there are two kinds of dishes! ) charcoal! That's what I am.

2 Phoenix Mountain

On a sunny Sunday in March, my parents and I went to Phoenix Mountain in the suburbs to play.

The two mountains are sandwiched together, forming a natural gate into the Phoenix Mountain Scenic Area. Walk along the bottom of the valley for about two miles and you will enter the Phoenix Mountain Scenic Area. Small trees on the roadside hillside have sprouted, and terraces and green wheat seedlings are scattered on the hillside like green Persian carpets. I was a little surprised to hear the murmur of the stream, because I was walking at the bottom of the valley, and a dry river full of pebbles wound its way to the depths of the mountains. I didn't see the stream in the river. Suddenly, not far ahead, I saw a clear pool, and the "Ding Dong" sound of the stream was getting louder and louder. The clear pool is like a small crystal mirror, which clearly reflects my figure. A trickle poured into the pool between two huge stones, splashing tiny pearls. The pool water seeped into the sand beside the pool and flowed under pebbles and sand. There was no trace of the stream downstream of my stream. Now, I see, I see, a clear pond and a clear stream. Along the small water pool dotted with jasper green, along the quietly flowing stream, we walked to the depths of the scenic spot.

A red mountain road, winding, surrounded by weeds and trees. The mountain road is flickering and straight into the clouds. We left the bottom of the valley and headed for the top of Fenghuang Mountain along the mountain road. Standing at the mountain pass to see the Phoenix Mountain seems a little short, but at this time, it is simply unattainable. After walking for nearly an hour, we met some tourists coming down from the mountain. "How far is it?" I asked a light green elder sister. "It's only about half the way from here." "Oh, my God, only half!" I spat out my tongue. "Mom, you are a tall man, and you fell down this time-far from it!" I turned and shouted to my parents behind me.

A fine sweat, panting, quietly, climbed to the top of the mountain and bent down to look down. I saw the jagged rocks that had already disappeared. Little ants are struggling to crawl on the red hillside among jagged rocks. When the valley bottom came, the small house they saw was simply a small birdcage at the moment, and the small cement road winding in the mountains was just a narrow gray belt. "Kid, be a man, that's the main peak of Phoenix Mountain. Shall we go together? " Several big brothers and sisters gave me a thumbs-up and said. Seriously, I'm really tired at the moment and I really want to retreat. "I'll wait for mom and dad, you go first." "We'll meet at the top of Phoenix Mountain." "See you at the top of Phoenix Mountain." "Mom, I'm tired and can't walk." I said to my late parents. "Good boy, you can't rush to climb the mountain. You have to take your time, compared with endurance. Shall we have a rest? " "hmm." I nodded my head. "Still there?" After a rest, my father asked with a wry smile. "Of course." I lead the way. On the roadside, red stone peaks rise from the ground, and some are like a Shan Ying spreading its wings; Some are like a sword pointing straight at the sky; Some are like crutches for the elderly; Some are like generals with their heads held high; Some are like the beautiful wings of a phoenix. "Young man, not bad, not bad." An uncle who was playing cards shouted at me. "I won, you have to treat." "I can't believe he really came up." A big brother patted me on the shoulder and said, "You are really good. I'll treat you to dinner after going down the mountain. " "Oh-"I shouted at the valley. "Oh-"The valley echoed with long echoes.

A cool breeze blew and I couldn't help shivering. I feel hungry. I collapsed at the thought of eating. I often open the photo frame with Du, and my stomach hurts a little. I urged my parents who had just climbed to the top of the mountain to hurry down.

The road down the mountain is steeper and more dangerous than the road up the mountain. Layers of red stone steps are like a ladder hanging upside down on a cliff, with an axe cutting the stone wall on one side and an abyss on the other. I was so scared that my legs were weak that I lost all my pride when I came. "Watch your step and don't look down the hill." Dad walked in front of me as he spoke. Clouds of white fog floated by, and my parents and I were like immortals in the clouds. I held my father's hand tightly and walked down the hill step by step in shock.

Finally at the foot of the mountain, I looked back at the majestic red mountain. I can't believe I have climbed to the top of the mountain, and a sense of pride arises.

Something happened after school.

Many things will happen in a person's life, whether happy or sad, lucky or unlucky ... but in my memory, there is only one thing that is most interesting and I have always remembered it. Every time that scene flashes before my eyes, I can't help laughing twice. Next, I will share with you some experiences that I am in distress situation. (Make everyone laugh. )

I remember it was a day in the second grade. The cold wind is cold, and the north wind "whimpers" across your cheeks, making people feel a burst of biting cold and shivering. Yao and I looked at each other next to each other, looking at each other like a bear, without laughing. Suddenly, I turned around inadvertently and found that a thick layer of snow had accumulated in the small field next to me, and many students were playing there. So, Yao and I joined the ranks of playing with snow with excitement. We made a snowman and had a snowball fight for a while and had a good time, but I accidentally looked down and found that my legs and trousers were covered with yellow mud! I took another look at Yao, only to find that she was dirty. Suddenly, I seem to feel that there are thousands of pairs of eyes staring at me, as if even the mud on my pants is laughing at me. I suddenly looked back, and sure enough, all the pedestrians on the road stared at me! I suddenly feel burning on my face. Without saying anything, I grabbed Yao and ran home. I also ran and said, "You still play. Look at us. We are all dirty. We will be scolded when we go home. " In this way, we blushed and rushed home at the speed of a rocket. Along the way, the return rate is as high as 200%!

Finally, I rushed into the gate of the community so that I could have a rest. We are out of breath. We can't wait long. We finally stopped, but we couldn't help laughing when we saw each other's face flushed, hair fluttering and muddy. We finally stopped and decided to go home. However, after only two steps, my eyes involuntarily aimed at a big snowdrift on the side of the road, much higher than mine! I didn't think much, so I jumped up and enjoyed the cold and refreshing brought by the snow. Suddenly, I seemed to feel something was wrong, only to find myself sinking slowly! I got up quickly, but it was too late. I'm covered in mud dug from the sewer, and it stinks from time to time! It turned out that it was the garbage dug out of the sewer that piled higher than me. It was just covered by a heavy snow. At this point, Yao, who was laughing his head off, was out of breath, clutching his stomach and crying out in pain. Looking at Yao in tears, I don't know what just happened. I paused for a moment, then recovered after a while, and then shouted in a high-decibel voice that was enough to shake the ground: "Ah-how can I be so unlucky!" Blunt your head and rush home.

Well, this time, I can really feel the reality that it never rains but it pours.

After this incident, I summed up a truth: before doing something, you must consider the consequences and then participate, otherwise, the consequences are likely to be unimaginable. I am a living example!

Landscape prose

Happy rain and snow

Missing snow is like missing rain in spring. The snow in Zhaotong is very lovely.

I feel indescribable joy at the thought of snowflakes flying all over the sky. The indescribable feeling is different from my son's joy, but it is essentially the same strain. I naturally don't remember the snow when I was a child. At that time, my father went to work in the county alone. Soon, his mother followed him down. Grandma and I are in Zhaotong. The indispensable snow in winter is always unforgettable. Later, I will also go to the lead-zinc mine where my parents are located. Finally, the fate was broken with snow, because there was basically no snow in the lead-zinc mine by the river. I can only see it from books, and read about the fun of snow.

Zhaotong, my Zhaotong, Zhaotong city with snow. I will remember you.

Back to Zhaotong in the 1980s. The memory of that snow came back to my mind, just like yesterday. Snow-capped mountains, muddy roads and few pedestrian streets, Zhaotong, I'm back. When I am tired and lying alone in the bed of my loved ones, what I can't get rid of is my yearning for my loved ones. Snow has finally come, at least it can give me endless warmth. Walking in the snow, I enjoy more than warmth. The snow in my eyes is real and holy, covering my whole winter mood. That kind of ease and happiness once made me feel at ease.

No matter which angle you look at snow, the beauty of snow can't be described in words. I like snow. Just like this moment, wind and rain, night and snow. I know this will be a very happy night for me. What I pay is waiting. I am really the happiest person. The car horn from time to time outside the window told me that it was late at night. There is no praise without emotion in the world, I think, probably not. I don't know if there is a tacit understanding between snow and me. But I know that snow is really coming-despite the cold, snow eyes have been watching me. I am very happy to communicate with snow in this way. Even without words, I can feel my thoughts in eye contact. I will only feel that the snow has penetrated into my heart, the deepest and softest place. The appearance of snow, the eyes of snow and the silence of snow almost instantly give me an illusion: snow is colorless, or contains countless colors-it has all the colors in the world. Snow, my favorite snow.

Snow White is as naughty as a child and sometimes plays jokes on me. I walked into the pine forest, I walked in the twilight, I stepped on the ice-like snow, and I was as happy as a teenager. I am very silent at school. I'd rather walk into the snow alone and get closer to it. Whenever this time, the snowflake gently falls and soothes my heart, I feel its profundity, its tenderness and my joy are unrestrained, always so natural and free, I don't need to pay attention to it. The heart has gone with the wind to a farther place, a farther place. But now I have no feeling of the past. The difference may be that I no longer have the original passion and simplicity. Maybe I am mixed with indifference and sadness, because vicissitudes of life have worn away my original edges and corners. But there is still an unforgettable snow in my heart. Happy rain and snow.

Explanatory genre

Myopia is a mysterious phenomenon, and scientists can't tell the exact reason of myopia. Related genetic research shows that myopia can indeed be inherited in families with severe myopia, but no one knows the internal reasons. Recently, Douglas Frederick, an American ophthalmologist, put forward a theory put forward by Ernst Goldschmidt, a Danish ophthalmologist, as early as 1990: reading too early can easily lead to myopia.

Dr Goldschmidt has made a comprehensive study of myopia. He gave an example: in the 1950s, Lapps in northern Finland lived in a simple environment far from modern civilization. They catch fish and hunt. They only look at an object at close range when mending fishing nets and eating fish. Their eyes don't need to adjust the focal length frequently, so they are not easy to get tired. At that time, the myopia rate in northern Finland was only 1%. Later, Lapp children began to read and write. By 1982, the myopia rate in this area has risen to 12%. This is the theoretical basis of "reading makes people nearsighted" first put forward by Dr. Goldschmidt.

Now, Dr. Frederic puts forward this view again. In a paper published in the British Medical Journal, he said: "New data show that childhood visual experience and eye burden affect a person's eye growth and refractive function."

Many nearsighted people who cut glasses say that when they were young, their parents wouldn't let them study in dark places, drive cars or hold books too close, but they were still nearsighted. He believes that reading for a long time and the resulting retinal blur will lead to myopia.

Like many doctors before him, Dr. Frederick's conclusion is mainly based on the fact that the indigenous people who had good eyesight gradually began to be nearsighted after receiving modern civilization education. Moreover, people's education level is also related to the prevalence and severity of myopia. For example, lawyers, journalists, doctors and people who often use microscopes are more likely to be nearsighted than farmers.

However, this theory is also unconvincing: since the lifestyle of westerners makes them more prone to myopia, and since myopia is related to eye adjustment, how can we explain that among the people who spend the same amount of time watching movies, reading newspapers and playing computers, some people are nearsighted and others are not?

Of course, myopia is also related to heredity. Some experts believe that identical twins are more prone to myopia than identical twins, and refractive diseases of parents' eyeballs are more likely to be passed on to their children. If the parents are nearsighted, even if the child is young and not nearsighted, the eyeball has been lengthened compared with those children whose parents are not nearsighted.

In fact, in the initial stage of life, everything has been doomed. Almost when the mother is less than three months pregnant, the fetal eyes have already completed its growth process. At this stage of development, infection, premature delivery or abnormal light may lead to excessive elongation of fetal eyeball, thus laying a hidden danger.

So far, scientists have not found a safe and effective way to treat myopia. Maybe in the future, myopia patients don't need to wear glasses or have surgery. They can be cured by swallowing a few pills.

Argumentative writing

Worry about the past and the present with one shoulder.

I can't imagine what it's like to see you again, what it's like to see you again. Are you still so thin and elegant, or do you want to argue with me and make peace? Maybe we'll never see each other again in this life, but I still give our once love a sincere memory.

It's been many years since we haven't met for two and a half years. Are you safe? I can't tell you why I miss you so much now, just as I can't tell you why you and I are inseparable all day, but we quarrel all day until we finally break up with you. I thought I would see you again, but I didn't expect to see you again without saying goodbye.

I remember Zhang Ailing once said: Every love is full of holes. Maybe!

In China, a country with traditional virtues, "love" is a hard word to say. Once it is said, it becomes the least weighty. I don't know if everyone feels the same way. Even the most optimistic people can't help but face an embarrassing fact. More and more love events of modern people are not because of love, nor because of love. When desire is under the guise of human nature, when the game invades the sky of true feelings, when the eardrum is frequently hit by the words "I love you", I find that I am unloved and unable to love. Perhaps only an unforgettable love can free me from this vacant and numb charm, but will there be two unforgettable loves in this life?

Suddenly I feel very tired and desperate, and my heart is always tired. It seems that every day is the last day of my life, so the people I loved before are immersed in my mind day and night. "The moon is eternal, and so is the heart that appreciates the moon. As long as the river is not dry, there will always be someone who will help the moon in the water to appreciate her tirelessly. " Hey, who said that? Do you remember? Yes, the moon is eternal, but I see the river is really going to dry up. Even if you still have the habit of looking at the moon in the water, it is impossible to enjoy it, and it is doomed to change from another angle. I remembered two lines from a song: "Did we change the world or did the world change you and me?" I don't know!

I began to miss the night of drying the net, and I always wanted to sit alone by the Songhua River every night. Maybe you can't see the rolling water, maybe you can't hear the lonely waves, it doesn't matter. I just want a breeze, I just want a quiet mood, I just want a vague smile on the faces of strangers passing by in a hurry. So I want to sit there, between heaven and earth and HarmonyOS system, and recall my past. However, there was no regularity in the past, just like the film of some old movies was scratched and suddenly jumped from one paragraph to another, sometimes it was blank. I know it's all because of too long time. No wonder German thinker remarque said: "Time is a kind of diluted death, and a post is divided into many harmless doses and taken slowly. The acidity of time has changed us, and the chemical combination is no longer the same. "

Suddenly, I remembered a painting by Feng Zikai: the mountains are lofty, the trees are sparse, and there is a row of winding stone steps in the middle. At close range, a hunchbacked old man was carrying a heavy bag. "Worry about the past and the present on one shoulder" is the name of this painting. I feel like a hunchbacked old man. I can't bear this burden, but I can't let you take off your shoulders. Maybe the burden was not so heavy at first, but it became heavier and heavier as time went on. To tell the truth, I am a person who often asks for meaning, so I am often confused. Every once in a while, the engine of my brain will idle. Perhaps this is what people usually call intermittent fatigue period. Otherwise, why can't even my beloved mouse beat the living gray me?

Are there any lofty sentiments like those of the old days? These are two sentences in Lu Xun's "Mourning for Yang Quan", but they are exactly my mood at this time. I just sometimes wonder if you, who have been separated for so many years and are sensitive and conceited, have also been polished by the wind and sand of the world. Looking back at this moment, I seem to understand you and understand that pure and transparent love in the world is like boiled water. Too much pigment, essence and additives can only pollute it and lose its due value. But I don't know if you will tolerate my naivety after many years, and I don't know if I can't keep up with your beat or your footsteps at that time. Are you safe?

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