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Anonymous users2024-02-06Composition is the transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from compressed and concise language that you can understand to the transformation of external language forms that can be understood by others. So have you ever learned about composition? The following is a 700-word essay on food that I have compiled for you, I hope it can help you.
The soft and juicy soup dumplings, the fragrant mapo tofu, and the crispy and delicious Xiting shortbread are all compared to the mouth-watering bamboo bucket rice at the sight.
When I go out, as a foodie, I will definitely taste all the delicacies from all over the world. A trip to Guilin during the summer vacation is no exception.
There are countless delicacies in Guilin, such as roast rat meat and beef rice noodles, all of which taste very good, but I still love the bucket of bamboo bucket rice.
This has to start with climbing the mountain, and the next morning to Guilin, we went to climb the mountain. Halfway through the climb, when it was time for lunch, a group of us found a farmhouse restaurant to settle down, and within a few minutes, we saw a waiter wearing a flower cloth apron and bringing a bamboo bucket.
We're not pandas, so why do we bring us bamboo? I touched the bamboo bucket with my hand that was slightly yellowed, and I screamed unnoticed and burned it. After some "scouting", I found that there was a narrow gap in the middle of the bamboo bucket, and after learning from the experience of the previous time, I picked up two chopsticks and divided the bamboo bucket into two halves with the pointed "head" of the chopsticks.
I was amazed to find the fragrant rice in the bamboo bucket, a cool breeze hit, the hot rice rose from the curling smoke, the rice overflowed with golden oil, in the sunlight, every grain of rice sparkled, between the grains of rice mixed with veal pieces, diced carrots, fried shrimp, ham sausage slices ......Brown, red, orange, white, beautiful colors caught my eye.
I couldn't wait to pick up a silver spoon, scoop a spoonful of rice, put it to my mouth and blew a few bites, after the heat was driven away, I stuffed the rice into my mouth with a "ah-woo", chewed it with my teeth, and couldn't stop for a moment, wishing that the aroma would stay in my mouth forever. This unique, intoxicating aroma filled my mouth, I swallowed it at once, took another spoonful, put it in my mouth, and the aroma hit again, my nose, my stomach was not so comfortable in a long time.
The bamboo bucket rice kept decreasing, and it was "wrapped" by me in less than ten minutes. I licked my lips and the aftertaste was endless. The bamboo bucket rice drove away all my tiredness, and it made me feel refreshed and refreshed.
I really want to change "Guilin's landscape is the best in the world" to "Guilin bamboo bucket rice is the best in the world", Guilin's bamboo bucket rice is really boring and worthy of its reputation!
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Anonymous users2024-02-05The practice of Sichuan cuisine back to the pot meat.
Raw material main ingredient:)
Time passed me gently, and I was admiring the beauty of the stage But I didn't know that it had gently opened the curtain and was preparing to stage one drama after another Everyone wore masks on the stage, interpreting the bits and pieces of life with consistent movements One year ago, I came to the 8th class of high school as a stranger For me, this is a strange place, with strange people and strange scenery When I came to the class alone, the teacher casually arranged a seat for me, which made me feel unappreciated and then started the class, I don't know how I got down Suddenly I had a feeling of wanting to cry without tears Being a school is not very far from where I used to be, but I feel that it is tens of thousands of miles away I don't belong there anymore I used to be here, yearning for everything here, but due to the mistake of the high school entrance examination, I had to choose another school How naïve I was at that time, I wanted to go to school for half a year, and then change schools I also joked with my roommates, don't think about me when you go, I'll come back Half a year has passed like this Strange life always has to adapt I always think I want to forget, as long as I don't think about it, It will fade with the passage of time Some people will have feelings after being together for a long time But I don't know that half a year was managed by me with my heart There are always things in life that will leave traces We have to learn to give up After all, there is no banquet in the world that will not be dispersed What will accompany me will be what I have now Now Time flies, my sky is no longer gray Accompanying me has become a familiar person Laughter is our only way to communicate Here I learned to surf the Internet and chat with strangers But I never play games, and I can't sleep anymore Sleeping has also become a compulsory course for me I don't know what I'm like now, a little bit of a passable look I'm here waiting, watching over my dying wheat field A flower and a world, a tree and a bodhi Always somewhere, somewhere, at a certain moment, find that spring is coming And I'm walking around the campus in my winter coat In front of the classroom in my sophomore year of high school, there is a flower that I can't name Seeing the tender teeth that were about to erupt, I knew I should struggle to pull "At a certain moment, dreams are so close to me that they seem to be within reach And I naughtily tore it apart Years later, I'm standing in the same place, Piece together the torn dream with my hands The ignorance that once belonged to me has disappeared The tears that were once left light years away have been frozen And I can only manage this broken dream with my heart" A year later Imagine that in a year, I will enter the third year of high school, will I be as relaxed as before, as heavy as I am now I only know that I am facing a war in a year The college entrance examination is just a pain that has been magnified As long as we don't deliberately look for it, maybe it will be easier Let me ride the wind and waves, and hang on the clouds and sail into the sea
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