Scene description composition dining table

1. Write a composition at the dinner table. Stories on the dining table

My family has lived in this small ravine with its back to the loess for generations. My family is poor, except for a few beaming chickens, everything is black and old. The so-called dining table, of course, can also be called my desk, just a flat big stone. I lie on it reading and eating, and often finish my last meal without the next.

Both millet cake and corn cake are mixed with bran, and the noodle soup is as thin as drinking water. But I still washed it three or two times, raised my face and said to my father, "I'm hungry ..." I saw something flash in my father's eyes, and my father said, "Son, tighten your belt." Then he broke off half the cake and handed it to me, then turned his back on me. Read, use your head ... "

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In a sense, I succeeded.

Now I'm wearing a suit and tie and wearing a faint cologne. I bowed my head, and my calm and restrained smile reflected on my shiny shoes.

I galloped in the mall, rushing to different dinners and parties. I looked up at the five stars over and over again, and the dinner table was full of fake smiles. I vowed to raise my glass and call you brothers, but when you lost all your money, I frowned and asked naively, "Do I know you?"

I was drunk, passed out on the dining table and unconsciously touched the dining table with my hand. Well, it's very good, pure solid wood, hard texture, and the market price is around 5 thousand to 8 thousand. Then I closed my eyes and felt very tired.

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I am addicted to the internet, another noisy world, as can be seen from the frequent flashing of qq avatar, like a flock of chirping sparrows.

I like games, games. Unreal crowd, unreal scene, unreal plot-this is what I think is true and cannot be interrupted. I am full of blood, and in the world I created, I am creating my legend.

So the computer desk became my dining table, full of fast food boxes and chopsticks, and disposable paper cups were staggered. I stare at the screen intently, drink instant noodles, or scribble a few strokes in my exercise book during the interval.

This is my life now. Gone are the days when I tried to live under my parents' knees. There is no cicada on the banyan tree by the pond, and the swing is covered with dust. The child who will gently tell his parents about his happiness and sadness at the dinner table is gone.

"Have a meal! Baby "

Eat? eat ...

Mom, bring me a bowl of instant noodles.

2. Composition about the scene description at the New Year's Eve, 400 words. Besides firecrackers, the spring breeze also brings warmth to Tu Su. Today, grandma invited our whole family to celebrate the New Year together. After my parents and I went to the supermarket to buy a lot of "new year's goods", we happily rode an electric car to our destination: my grandmother's house.

My brother gave me a warm hug as soon as the car drove to my grandmother's door. I quickly took out a present for him, and he jumped and jumped excitedly after receiving it.

As soon as mom and dad come in, they will pay a New Year call to their grandparents. After I met them, I also paid tribute to my brother immediately. He danced happily and cried.

Soon, at noon, grandma cooked a lot of her famous dishes and put them on the table. There are chicken, fish, vegetables and soup, which is a feast for everyone!

I tasted grandma's cooking and it was delicious! Delicious! After everyone tasted it, they repeatedly praised: "Great!" Grandma blushed with joy.

After eating grandma's "big meal", I played with my brother for a while. Before you know it, it's already evening, and grandma has cooked dinner. I leaned over and looked at it. Wow! How rich! It makes my mouth water.

I had a big meal at dinner. It's really delicious. Grandma said, "I do this every day. Are they so delicious? " "Of course!" We answered with one voice. Grandma smiled happily.

I was the first to have a good New Year's Eve dinner. I rushed to the store and couldn't wait to buy fireworks. Haha, now my brother should be jealous!

I danced the flash stick and turned it happily. When my brother saw it, he hurried to eat and wolfed it down. Sure enough, he finished eating in a short time. He grabbed the flash stick from my hand and was more excited than me. He harvested six sticks at once and spun them quickly in front of my eyes, which dazzled me. Finally, he was even dizzy and his vest burned many holes.

Happy new year after dinner, I grew up by another year. I think I will make progress and make further progress in the new year!

I buried my head and carefully ate the white rice in the bowl. So are the parents on both sides

Silence. I deeply feel that I am shrouded in a serious and tense invisible fog.

In this depressing atmosphere, I feel very uncomfortable and dare not speak out, because I know my father.

My parents are angry and sad about my math scores.

A crisp glass hit the dining table, breaking the suffocating silence.

Then, it was my father's rough voice: "Liang Kui, analyze your math scores yourself."

All right. "My heart in a surprised, it seems that this time my father is really angry. I dare not look up, no

Dare to look dad in the eyes full of anger and helplessness. My heart is like knocking over a five-flavor bottle.

Similarly, keep asking yourself why you did so badly in the exam and why you didn't get more points.

When I wanted to open my mouth, I was interrupted by my mother's words, "You said! Isn't that you?

Two days before the exam, I said not to do papers, just read math books. "She suddenly broke out.

This sentence is undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire for dad at this time. "Don't do the paper can do well?

Really? Crowd tactics may not be effective! Besides, the child is too tired to do well in the exam. "

Dad said plausibly.

The last thing I wanted to see happened after all, a "peaceful" dinner.

Into a heated conversation between parents. In order not to be overtaken by the other side, they fought with confidence.

In the debate, the needle is pointed at the wheat, and every sentence is reasonable.

I sat in a chair feebly, staring blankly at a table of neglected food.

Tears of disappointment began to swirl in her eyes. My heart is full of math exams.

Regret and helplessness. The quarrel in my ear gradually subsided and finally came down to something that never happened at the dinner table.

Silence. I don't know how long it took, but I slowly raised my tired face. At this point, both parents

After sitting on the seat, dad took a sip of wine and frowned. Mamaze

Holding the plate with a straight face.

I moved my chair back and made a harsh friction. I left the table.

I went straight to the study, feeling empty and sad. "Don't be discouraged, continue to work hard.

All right! ""We believe you, come on! " Mom and dad each said a calm and full sentence.

Words of strength reached my ears, and my heart trembled and tears welled up in my eyes. ...

4. Composition for family dinner in the evening. Scene description: Today is the second day of the New Year's Day. Four families, my aunt, my second aunt, my little aunt, and my menstruation will come to my house in the evening. After lunch, I prepared carefully.

I will prepare fruits and snacks first. I found two fruit bowls and an empty tin box, washed them and dried them. Then, I took out apples, oranges, cherries, strawberries, pineapples and oranges. I washed the cherries and strawberries, sliced the pineapple, put these three fruits in one fruit plate, and put the apples, oranges and oranges in another plate. I took out sweets, cakes, potato chips and other snacks and put them in an iron box. Then, grandma and I scrubbed the dining table, set the stools and chairs, put the slippers by the door and boiled water. At this time, grandma and mom began to make a fire to cook. As for me, I just hope the guests will come early.

Waiting, waiting, finally waiting for the guests. Hot dishes filled the table, sweet drinks and intoxicating wine filled the cup. We ate, drank and talked, not to mention how happy we were! After dinner, we began to play games. I played the poker game "fishing" with my second cousin. We divided the cards and began to play. I always win and never lose a game. Later, my luck got better and better, and I won nine games in a row! My second cousin is depressed and silent, like a defeated rooster, while I am singing and dancing happily. Look at the cousin next to you, cousin, lobby brother. They are playing the game of "the eagle catches the chicken". Cousin should be "hen", cousin should be "chicken" and cousin should be "eagle". I saw the "eagle" pretending to pounce on the left, and the "hen" was really taken in. He quickly spread his wings to protect the chicken, and the "eagle" quickly jumped to the right. Before the hen could react, he had caught the chicken. Look at the adults, they are sitting in chairs, holding a cup of hot tea in their hands and chatting leisurely!

My cousin, my eldest cousin, my second cousin and my cousin are drawing together again. I drew a chicken, catching insects on the lawn. My cousin drew two little girls and is braiding them. Big cousin drew three snipers and was practicing shooting. My second cousin drew a tiger and was catching prey. My cousin drew a rabbit and was eating carrots.

Before you know it, it's half past eight. I took out fruits and snacks for everyone to taste. I can't tell you how happy I am to see everyone eating with relish.

I think it's really fun to celebrate the New Year!

5. The scene moved me to the composition scene. It was a winter evening, and the wind was cold outside the window. It's windy and cold.

I shuttled through the ocean of problems, enjoying the friction between tables and chairs alone. Ink, dipped in dry again and again, the ruthless cold wind has not changed at all, and my heart is almost close to zero.

There was a crisp crash of pots and pans outside the room. It's almost time to eat! I really want to go out for dinner with my family, but my reason tells me that I must finish these annoying equations first. Thinking of this, I couldn't help speeding up, waving my hand and ending one exercise after another.

While writing, I fantasized about eating with everyone, and my heart was sour. Alas, who let me write so slowly! Have they finished their meal now? Finally, I finished the last exercise and trudged to the living room. Wow! What did I see: the whole family was sitting at the table waiting for me to eat! My heart suddenly melted like an iceberg, and I was very touched. My mother saw me standing there blankly and said, "What's the matter? Come and eat! If you don't eat, the food will get cold. "

"Yes, sister, if you don't eat, I'll eat!" The younger brother also said. My whole body is heating up rapidly, and I feel an indescribable feeling.

My family, in this cold winter, are sitting at the table waiting for me to eat. I believe almost every family has a similar experience? Isn't this "waiting for love"? Isn't it because of these small touches that all kinds of love in the world have been created? Yes, moving is like sea salt. Although it is soluble in water, we can still taste it, and so is it. Although dissolved in small things, we can feel it incisively and vividly.

6. The composition about the scene description is 400 words. The class will be over in ten minutes, and the students will happily come to the playground to play games.

Look! Some students play football, some jump rubber bands, some throw sandbags, some throw handkerchiefs ... Suddenly, the quiet playground becomes very lively. The most interesting thing is throwing sandbags. A dozen classmates and I came to play with sandbags in the shade of a big tree.

We are divided into four groups, with four students standing in the middle and four students standing on both sides. The rules of the game are: students on both sides throw sandbags at students in the middle.

The students in the middle each have three lives. If the person in the middle keeps throwing sandbags, you can add one life, and if you are hit by people on both sides, you will lose one life. The students in the second group began to serve the ball. Li Ruoyu was immediately hit by a flying ball, and his life was lost at once. What a pity! It's really annoying to lose at the beginning! Shi Dui shouted: "We should be careful, we can only win this time, not lose!" " "Her voice really worked. The second encounter changed immediately. Zhu and I both caught each other's ball.

We beat each other easily. Everyone jumped and jumped, so happy! Then we exchanged roles with each other and the "battle" began again.

When we attacked, Xu Longfei of the other side was too slow, and I was a little worried about her. I moved like lightning, and the ball flew to the other side's position. My heart is pounding like a rabbit for fear of being caught by the other team. My "ball" actually hit two players of the other team.

In this way, the "ball" flew around the field, and the students jumped up and down and cheered. At this moment, the class bell rang, so we had to retreat in a hurry. What a nostalgic ten minutes between classes.

7. Now the scene description of the banquet is that the foam in the cup overflows. The left side is adding wine, and the right side is talking about drinking less. I just smiled blankly. What really makes people intoxicated is definitely not the things that are as light as white water in the glass, but the memories and the affection that spread from memories to dinner. Smiling eyes, red face, flying words, elegant swing. Recall the past with nectar.

The big red menu adopts the traditional vertical arrangement, and the menu is tied with gold thread. It feels quite China to read. The dishes include welcome cold dishes, bad bowls in Shencheng, crystal shrimp in Jiangnan, Yuzhu Dawushan, original duck in cage, white jade baked with crab powder, mushroom and abalone crisp, steamed yellow croaker with snow bamboo shoots, Shanghai grilled vegetables, steamed dumplings with wine and seasonal fresh fruits. The staff of the Oriental Riverside Hotel told the reporter that the so-called "bad bowl heads" in the past were all home-cooked dishes that were not served, and the pork bellies and intestines were soaked by themselves. This time, the bad bowl head was improved, and it was full of precious seafood such as shark fin and abalone.

In addition, each dining table has an exquisite small rattan basket, which contains sandalwood fans, spiced beans, old Shanghai star brand, Xintiandi brand, sesame crisp sugar, Wuxi clay figurine and so on. , very Shanghai style.

During the dinner, the old jazz bands who went to Taiwan Province Province for folk exchanges played some famous songs from Taiwan Province Province and the south of the Yangtze River, such as Girl in Alishan, Jasmine Flower, Full Moon, etc. The pop jazz of Lien Chan's thirties and forties living in Shanghai also played at this luncheon.

Last night in the banquet hall of Shanghai Science and Technology Museum, the dinner hosted by Xin Jinjiang also featured Shanghai cuisine. The reporter saw that the menu in the evening was five flavors of monosodium glutamate cold cuts, jade chicken soup, crystal shrimp, open-hearth stewed fish head, morel cowboy, spring Shen Xian Xian, Shanghai fried dumplings and dessert with fruit.

Accompanied by the melodious music of more than 30 violinists, against the backdrop of Phalaenopsis blooming on every table, Lien Chan's last dinner on his trip to the mainland made him "dream back to Jiangwan" again in the thick Shanghai flavor.

8. The composition is 400 words. How to write the story at the dinner table? More than 400 words, 400 to 500 words. In a stressful life, the most relaxing and enjoyable time is dinner. There are not only delicious dishes, but also relaxed topics and happy mood on the dining table in our family.

Why is it a delicious dish? Because every meal is carefully prepared by grandma. She calculated the time for us to go home and prepared rich dishes so that we could have a delicious hot dinner as soon as we got home. You see, the eggs are fried golden, the vegetables are fried green, and the soup is delicious. Take a sip and your eyebrows will really fall off. From the simple home cooking, I saw how careful and attentive my grandmother was when cooking!

At the dinner table, we all opened our own chatterboxes and told everything we saw and heard during the day. Grandma is talking about the accumulated experience of housework in a day, and occasionally she will talk about what we have done badly, so that we can correct it; Mom and dad are talking about what happened in the company, such as what we did today, what difficulties we encountered, and how to overcome them ... I am the one who talks the most at the dinner table, and I can't wait to pour out what happened in school and talk there with relish. We will also tell jokes, guess riddles and compare brain teasers to let the whole family use their brains and relax.

After such an interesting dinner, everyone will forget the fatigue and troubles of the day and happily devote themselves to self-study in the evening.

The endless stories on our dinner table constitute the warmest moments and scenes in our family.