The taste of the essay, there should be a psychological description, to write by yourself, do no

A taste of camaraderie. Write about some of the things that happened between you and your friends, and just write about your feelings.

3 all the taste of growth.

What's it like to grow up? Happy or painful, happy or sad, exhilarating or grief-stricken; Is it sour, sweet, bitter, spicy ......? What is it really like to grow up?

I think the taste of growing up is sweet. Growing up is actually a kind of fun, and many pleasures will be overshadowed in your growth, which will make people happy. Growing up is also a kind of independence, now that you are a middle school student, you should learn to be independent, you can't rely on your parents like a child, your parents are not with you at all times:

One day, when the family went out, only me and my grandfather, who was over the age of six, were at home, and when dinner was about to teach me to be independent (when cooking, the new was pounding), I first washed the meat and vegetables, cut them, and put them in the pot. I put the oil first, and then put the meat, "what", I was scared in a hurry, the oil flew everywhere, fortunately I covered it with the lid of the pot, did not let the oil bounce to myself, thinking, suddenly smelled a burnt smell, at a glance I knew that I only put the meat on the oil, did not fry in time, I panicked, filled a spoonful of water, poured into the pot, and another "loud" sound, scared me immediately to the ground. When I stood up slowly, I immediately covered the pot with the lid, which made me sweat with fright, which was a "difficult" task for a girl who couldn't cook......Ay!

Finally the dish is ready. Although the meat is cooked like "black paste", it still tastes so sweet.

Growth is also "bitter". When my mother is not at home, the "tasks" of the family "flow" to me. I first swept the floor, then wiped every corner clean, and then mopped it all clean, it took me more than an hour to clean, and then, to clean up the things in the house, wipe and wipe clean, ......It hurts my back, and even though it tastes bitter, I feel happy and happy!

Therefore, the taste of growth is sweet and sour! I can feel it!

The taste of perseverance, writing about the difficulties encountered in the process of a competition, has been gritting his teeth and persevering, and finally succeeding, feeling that the taste of perseverance is sweet, sour, and astringent.

The taste of pain, the taste of success, the bitter taste, the taste of failure, the taste of parting.

【Topic】Read the following text and write an essay as required.

The fragrant coffee is bitter when it touches the tongue, the tears of excitement flow to the corners of the mouth are salty, the inside of the nose is sour when you are wronged, and the heart is sweet ...... when you are praisedHow many tastes can you experience in life? We don't know. However, we understand that every taste is a gift of life.

Writing tips] teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, fall in love with the floor, fall in love with the floor, and say sorrow for the new words.

Now I know all the sorrows, I want to say that I will rest, I want to say that I will rest, but I will say that the weather is cool and autumn.

The four seasons have spring, summer, autumn and winter, and life has ups and downs. We understand life in the taste of life and continue to grow.

This is a very broad topic, and candidates need to learn to make big and small things when reviewing questions. The most concise way is to add some modifiers before the topic to narrow down the scope of the essay - such as "the taste of victory", "the taste of loneliness", "the taste of being at home", "the taste of growth", "the taste of heartache", "the taste of happiness", "the taste of youth", "the taste of reading", "the taste of longing", "the taste of the year", etc. Of course, no matter what you write or how you write it, you must express your unique experience and perception as much as possible, and you must not be shallow and empty.

Candidates can conceive from the following aspects:

1. Go deep into real life, refine the original ecology of real life, and write the ups and downs of life. Such as the taste of maternal love, the taste of nostalgia, the taste of regret, the taste of melancholy and so on.

2. Immerse your mind in history, look for materials in the rich classics of history, and interpret the various situations of life through the words and deeds of the ancients, so as to guide and warn the taste of life in real life. For example, through Zhuge Liang's life motto of "not indifferent, no ambition, non-tranquility and no far-reaching", feel the "taste of being light to the extreme", and through the behavior of Hou Huan, who is "hidden in the city" in the historical records, he will be happy to get the taste of a confidant; Through the life experience of Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly and drum pot singing, another unique understanding of the taste of life.

3. Of course, candidates don't have to be so heavy or heavy, and they can also write elegant prose, the taste of youth, the taste of apples, the taste of home, the taste of vanilla bread, and the taste of youth ......can write a relaxed and cute essay.

It's the equivalent of writing an essay about a thing.

Acid represents sad things.

Sweet represents happy things.

Write down the cause, process, and effect of the incident clearly

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.