How can the taste of xx be written 5

You can write about the taste of success, the taste of failure, the taste of helping others, and so on.

Write about one thing, then substitute how you felt after it happened, and then summarize it.

First, the taste. 1. The braised fish made by my mother is delicious and is the favorite of the whole family.

2. The newly listed peach has a bright color and a sweet taste.

3. The fish is delicious and nutritious.

2. Affection; Meaning.

1, the plot of this TV series is twists and turns, and the more you watch it, the more flavorful it becomes.

2. This editorial is a bit of a pretending for the newspaper editorial, which makes people a little unhappy to read.

3. I'm curious, sometimes I seem to taste the taste of love, and sometimes love is sweet.

The taste of growth.

Growth, it's a familiar word, everyone is growing, growing all the time. Growth can be varied, we can grow when we are educated, we can grow when we know what we are wrong, and we can grow when we are tempered by difficulties. Therefore, growth is full of ups and downs.

Sour is something that everyone has accepted when they are growing up. when criticized by teachers; When being bullied by others; When I felt wronged, a sour energy came out from the bottom of my heart. Tears also unconsciously flow from the eye sockets"Click, click"Fall.

When I was wronged, I always had someone to rely on, and I went to my parents to spoil or confide in my grievances, and then I opened up and became sensible, and I slowly learned to bear and face it on my own. In the process of growing up, acid also grows up, quietly no longer making people sad, as if it is far away from us.

Sweetness is a taste that everyone loves when they are growing up. The joy of success, the joy of victory, and the joy of victory are all sweetness in growth. When I was young, I always thought that having my parents to love me was happiness and sweetness, but when I opened my head, I realized that Tianzhong also had his own efforts, rather than relying on others alone.

Therefore, Zhang Da's sweetness is more desirable, and the sweetness of childhood is nostalgic.

Bitterness is a taste that I don't want when I grow up. Who in every student now says that they are not bitter? But in the midst of this suffering, we have also learned something gratifying. But isn't it a different kind of pleasure to take suffering as pleasure and to endure hardship as pleasure?

Spicy is the most unbearable taste of growing up. When you're happy, if there's one thing that makes you sad right away, it's spicy. In the course of everyone's growth, there will always be some unbearable things, such as the loss of relatives, the distance of friends due to misunderstanding, and the evasion of classmates because they look down on them.

However, as a person grows, he must face and overcome these difficulties to restore the mind to its former state.

Growing up is sweet and sour, bitter and spicy, but only when you grow up can you truly understand the help and understanding of these ups and downs. Only then can you know whether you have grown up and become sensible.

A taste of happiness.

Happiness is a cup of tea that can make people feel refreshed; Happiness is a glimmer of evening breeze that can blow away the heat of summer; Happiness is a flame that warms the cold heart; Happiness is a clear spring that can nourish the young heart; Happiness is a feeling that brings me infinitely good memories.

Happiness is in the hands of my mother. On a cold winter morning, when the cold wind was howling outside, my mother got up in her clothes and put a glass of fresh milk into the oven. After a while, the milk became hot and fragrant.

My mother didn't care that she was cold and hungry, and with her warm hand she carefully handed a glass of fragrant milk to my hand. I gulped it down, and a smile appeared on my mother's face. And that abundance of happiness touched my heart from my tongue and gave me a taste of happiness.

Happiness is on Dad's brow. Warm spring, easy to get sick, Dad handed me a bag of ordinary banlan root medicine, I softly begged Dad to help me flush it, Dad carefully brewed a cup, I slowly drank a small sip, ah, it's so bitter. "Dad, it's so bitter, I don't want to drink it".

And Dad frowned solemnly, "Spring is the easiest to get sick, drink it quickly, good medicine is bitter and good for disease, and loyalty is good for deeds, drink it quickly." That frown, a moment of time, but full of silent fatherly love. At the moment, the potion seems to be sweetened, as sweet as juice.

I think that's what happiness tastes like.

Happiness is on Grandpa's face. On a hot summer day, I could only stay in the air-conditioned room all day, both bored and irritable, and my grandfather was very distressed when he saw it, so he braved the blazing sun alone to buy me a few storybooks in the bookstore. When he got home, sweat had soaked through his clothes, his face was flushed with sunburn, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead.

Gently handing me the book, I was thrilled and never alone again. Grandpa also had a big smile on his face, and that smile seemed to be happier than when he got a new book.

Happiness is in grandma's neck. In autumn, the weather is particularly humid. Grandma's rheumatism spine pain has been committed again, and as long as she moves every day, it hurts terribly.

When I came home from school, I was so hungry that I grabbed a cold bun and stuffed it into my mouth. "If you want to eat, you have to heat it up before eating, go, I'll give you the heat." But grandma your illness".

Before I could finish speaking, my grandmother had already turned on the gas stove. As I waited nearby, I could clearly see the pained expression on my grandmother's face. The bun was hot, and although I kept biting, I couldn't swallow it, and tears had filled my throat.

"Blue Bird", which tells about happiness, once said, "Happiness is all around you". Now, I have tasted happiness, which is a touch, a feeling, a wish in life.

The taste of life is sweet and sour, like the fragrance of plum blossoms, and the bitterness of bitter gourd is indescribable. However, it is precisely because of this that we can't help but revel in it and know some unforgettable truths that will benefit us for life.

I remember that morning, the breeze was very pleasant. I grabbed my broom and went to a room--- which was a dark, damp room. On that day, it was necessary to clean up, and the hardships were naturally indispensable.

Cobwebs are everywhere, and even rats don't come often"Patronize"。Even more sad is that this place must be cleaned up within today's time.

For a student, this is simply one"Heavenly workmanship"。I'm annoyed, why? On such a beautiful morning, I should have been accompanied by the singing of birds and flowers, and the singing of warblers and green willows. But now he has to face a dirty room that has no light of day and is lifeless.

Hey, I sighed as I dusted off the walls, wondering: Why is life the way it is? People say that life is a glass of wine, refreshing and sweet. But I feel that life is like a prison that locks people's hearts.

In this way, I spent a spring morning with a sad brow.

In the morning, somehow, my mood gradually improved. Maybe it's because I've almost cleaned the room, and I already have a little comfort in my heart. Not a single cobweb, the dust was gone, and the whole room was bright.

I spent the morning beaming.

In the evening, I cleaned the house as if it were a new house, and if I had sprayed it with air freshener, I would have moved here. Thinking of this, my heart is sweet, after all, this is what I have earned by working hard. I came to the window and watched the sunset that was about to sink and dyed the sky red.

There was another indescribable feeling in my heart.

At night, looking at the twinkling stars in the sky, I also understood a truth: the taste of life is not all bitter, and sweetness always comes after suffering. If you only taste sweet, then after tasting it, you will not leave any traces.

But if you suffer something before you enjoy the sweetness, then, yes.