What is the flavor component?

There's always that smell in my heart. Like boiled water, it always brings a deep throb to the soul-Ming.

The cold north wind brushed my cheeks, and the plum blossoms stood upright and fragrant against the background of time. The figure on the bridge across the street looks weak. I don't know why, but I suddenly remembered those things that happened many years ago.

I still remember that day, it was raining in Mao Mao and the candlelight was flickering. Under the bridge.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and the crisp autumn slips away with time. The rainy weather for several days caused the temperature to plummet, and the rain dripped on the umbrella and made a ticking sound. In order to go home early and avoid the wind and rain. I decided to go under the overpass. I have an umbrella in my left hand and the potato chips I just bought in my right hand. I didn't check for a moment, but a car roared past me, only a millimeter away. A roar flashed across my ears at the same time, and time was only a fraction. After a long time, I suddenly felt a little warm in my hand, so I looked up. So it's mom. Later, the result was naturally a scolding, and I don't know why.

I still remember that day, when the snow was all over the sky and the cold wind roared to the bone. On the bridge.

Early winter has passed, and it is deep winter. The snow petals of the six-pointed star fell from the sky and fluttered, as if giving the earth a beautiful feast. Busy people wear heavy cotton-padded clothes and walk wave after wave, which seems a bit messy. I pulled my hand out of my sleeve and slowly lifted it to the sky. Hexagonal snow petals fell between my fingers, and a sense of ice and ice penetrated into my heart. I laughed for no reason.

My mother took my raised hand from the air and smiled helplessly. Then put on a mother-in-law face. Seriously say to me: silly child, don't answer it. That's snow. No matter how you answer it, there will be no result. After that, she took out pink gloves from her pocket and said, it's windy and snowy, so be careful not to catch a cold. Don't take it off!

I took my hand out of her arms and looked at my hand. Suddenly I felt a smell that made my heart slow down.

It is a warm breath that is cared for, cared for and valued.

Is a bitter, helpless, hard, no regrets.

This is a faint taste of happiness, just like boiled water.

People live all their lives, even if they have everything they want. Living a plain life is a kind of happiness.

What's the smell of composition? 400 words

Suddenly, a clear voice broke my mind. La la la! It's raining!

Lying in front of the window, watching the pearl raindrops as big as soybeans fall from the sky, a drop of crystal clear raindrops actually "pounced" on my face, and suddenly a fresh breath came from my hands; Pushing open the door and holding the umbrella, Ren Sisi's raindrops splashed on my skin; The skin sucks the rain and dew heartily. ...

Looking at the earth being baptized by rain, my heart seems to be touched by pearl-like raindrops, just like that flower. A fresh smell; The breath of nature; Attractive feeling ... let me revel in this masterpiece of nature!

Cousin said that this is a natural smell, no noise, no turbidity, no antiseptic smell; Different from the elegance of flowers and the fragrance of perfume, it is unusual, an unspeakable taste and a refreshing taste.

I looked at the sky and those dark clouds. The wind is chasing the dark clouds, and the rain is chasing the wind. Together, the three seem to form a gray landscape!

The sound of rain gradually died down, and finally only a few drops of rain were heard dripping from the roof tiles. After being baptized and moistened by rain, flowers become more delicate, grass becomes greener, and young trees become stronger!

A colorful rainbow appeared in the slightly blue sky, reflected in the pond like a colorful bridge. The colorful rainbow actually reminds me of my childhood colorful dream!

With the sound of raindrops, several "chirps" also reached my ears. Looking up, several blackbirds flew in from a distance. Looking at this beautiful painting, I can't help taking a few breaths of fresh air. Ah! This is the smell of rain, the refreshing agent of nature!

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One thing is the most precious and sweet in the world. There is hardly anything sweeter than this. Do you know what this is? This is friendship. But do you know what friendship tastes like?

At first, friendship is like boiled water, because we haven't fully understood the true meaning of friendship. At that time, we were very naive, and we might think that having friends to play with is called friendship. So the initial friendship is very weak!

Slowly, we grew up, and our friendship gradually got flavor. Friendship becomes as bitter and sweet as chocolate. God sometimes creates some unpleasant and bitter things for us, because he wants to know whether we can be good friends or not. With the passage of time and suffering, we will have good friends, so we will get a priceless treasure-friendship, and we will get a friendship sweeter than honey, which will make us feel a little sweet and warm from the heart!

Friendship is sweet. Be sure to cherish it, and don't turn against your friends because of a little thing, otherwise you will lose a sincere friendship, and it will be too late to regret it.

What a wonderful friendship!

Friendship is as sweet and bitter as chocolate!

The taste of growing up

The annual rings of time have quietly turned for sixteen years, and the silk thread of life has been pulled for sixteen years. I grew up unconsciously, but I didn't understand until I knew it. ...

No longer the little girl clamoring for her mother to tell a story, she won't cry for a doll, but often sees herself gradually taking off her childish coat in the mirror, thinking about how to stop worrying her mother and father too much. The taste of growing up is understanding

I don't sing Little Gong Hao as before, but I am often moved to tears by Two Springs Reflecting the Moon, savoring the sad life thoughts left by the blind A Bing. The taste of growing up is to realize life.

Instead of deliberately writing two typos in the exercise book to examine the teacher's eyesight, I am often grateful for the teacher's gray hair, wrinkles on his forehead and chalk-stained fingers. The teacher's earnest teaching and tireless help have made me have a deeper understanding of "spring silkworms die, and night candles burn their wick." Therefore, no distractions, forget the sea of books, bow to the case and work hard until dawn. The taste of growing up is gratitude and reward.

Instead of arguing with classmates over a disagreeable sentence, I often drink a steaming cup of Kuding tea in the dead of night, watch the dark blue night sky, calm my impetuous heart, count the stars and fall asleep with my dreams. The taste of growth is maturity.

The taste of growth is that a small seedling on the ground longs to grow into a towering tree.

The taste of growing up is a fish in the sea, eager to jump over the Longmen and swim in the sea.

The taste of growing up is that a bird in the sky longs for freedom to fly high and the sea of clouds fights freely.

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Experience the taste of growth. It seems sour and sweet, spicy and salty, sad and happy, sad and sentimental. It bothered me 16 years, and then let me immerse myself in my soul forever. ...

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I have changed from an innocent child to a vibrant middle school student. In my spare time, I savor the taste of growing up. Is it bitter? Is it sweet? Is it bitter? It was ... I was lost in thought.

Looking back on the road, it turned out that there were so many troubles along the way. Needless to say, I found out that my mother opened my letter privately, and my mother peeked at my diary. I don't have to say that I was angry and wronged. The bitterness and loneliness of a person studying abroad is only because when he grows up, his tender shoulders have to bear some responsibilities, which makes my taste grow up hard. From the moment I entered the school gate, my father said to me, "Girl, you are the hope of your family. You have to fight for your parents!" " For this sentence, at school, I respect teachers, study hard, actively participate in various school activities, and strive to be a "three-good student" and a qualified cadre. However, in study and work, there are always lingering worries: lamenting that the class failed to get the flowing red flag, feeling ashamed of the teacher's criticism, feeling wronged by the misunderstanding of the classmates, feeling anxious about the decline in grades, and there are really many worries.

Alas! The taste of growing up is bitter. I can't help but frown and continue to recall the process of growing up.

When you grow up, you can also make friends and seek knowledge extensively, and have your own world.

When I grow up, I have my own ideals and goals, and I know how to fight for them consciously.

Oh! It turns out that the taste of growing up is also sweet. I can't help laughing.

What can be used to describe the taste of growing up? Just like a cup of fragrant tea, it tastes slightly bitter, tastes more fragrant and tastes intriguing. I suddenly realized that the pain and happiness of growing up are always accompanied, and the troubles in life are everywhere. The key is to treat it correctly. As Hugo said, "life is to face the reality with a smile, to cross obstacles and look forward to the future." When I understood this truth, I found myself growing up again.

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The annual rings of time have quietly turned for sixteen years, and the silk thread of life has been pulled for sixteen years. I grew up unconsciously, but I didn't understand until I knew it. ...

No longer the little girl clamoring for her mother to tell a story, she won't cry for a doll, but often sees herself gradually taking off her childish coat in the mirror, thinking about how to stop worrying her mother and father too much. The taste of growing up is understanding

I don't sing Little Gong Hao as before, but I am often moved to tears by Two Springs Reflecting the Moon, savoring the sad life thoughts left by the blind A Bing. The taste of growing up is to realize life.

Instead of deliberately writing two typos in the exercise book to examine the teacher's eyesight, I am often grateful for the teacher's gray hair, wrinkles on his forehead and chalk-stained fingers. The teacher's earnest teaching and tireless help have made me have a deeper understanding of "spring silkworms die, and night candles burn their wick." Therefore, no distractions, forget the sea of books, bow to the case and work hard until dawn. The taste of growing up is gratitude and reward.

Instead of arguing with classmates over a disagreeable sentence, I often drink a steaming cup of Kuding tea in the dead of night, watch the dark blue night sky, calm my impetuous heart, count the stars and fall asleep with my dreams. The taste of growth is maturity.

The taste of growth is that a small seedling on the ground longs to grow into a towering tree.

The taste of growing up is a fish in the sea, eager to jump over the Longmen and swim in the sea.

The taste of growing up is that a bird in the sky longs for freedom to fly high and the sea of clouds fights freely.

……

Experience the taste of growth. It seems sour and sweet, spicy and salty, sad and happy, sad and sentimental. It bothered me 16 years, and then let me immerse myself in my soul forever. ...

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I have changed from an innocent child to a vibrant middle school student. In my spare time, I savor the taste of growing up. Is it bitter? Is it sweet? Is it bitter? It was ... I was lost in thought.

Looking back on the road, it turned out that there were so many troubles along the way. Needless to say, I found out that my mother opened my letter privately, and my mother peeked at my diary. I don't have to say that I was angry and wronged. The bitterness and loneliness of a person studying abroad is only because when he grows up, his tender shoulders have to bear some responsibilities, which makes my taste grow up hard. From the moment I entered the school gate, my father said to me, "Girl, you are the hope of your family. You have to fight for your parents!" " For this sentence, at school, I respect teachers, study hard, actively participate in various school activities, and strive to be a "three-good student" and a qualified cadre. However, in study and work, there are always lingering worries: lamenting that the class failed to get the flowing red flag, feeling ashamed of the teacher's criticism, feeling wronged by the misunderstanding of the classmates, feeling anxious about the decline in grades, and there are really many worries.

Alas! The taste of growing up is bitter. I can't help but frown and continue to recall the process of growing up.

When you grow up, you can also make friends and seek knowledge extensively, and have your own world.

When I grow up, I have my own ideals and goals, and I know how to fight for them consciously.

Oh! It turns out that the taste of growing up is also sweet. I can't help laughing.

What can be used to describe the taste of growing up? Just like a cup of fragrant tea, it tastes slightly bitter, tastes more fragrant and tastes intriguing. I suddenly realized that the pain and happiness of growing up are always accompanied, and the troubles in life are everywhere. The key is to treat it correctly. As Hugo said, "life is to face the reality with a smile, to cross obstacles and look forward to the future." When I understand this truth

The taste of autumn

The taste of autumn is delicious, sweet, sour and fragrant.

The sweetest taste in autumn is in the orchard. The apple was rubbed red by the autumn wind, like the red face of a young lady. Orange skin is very popular. All I have to do is cut a hole with a small knife and peel it off, and I can see that the orange petals inside are really like several fat dolls hugging together. I opened it and ate a petal. It was so sweet-the taste of oranges was so comfortable! The pears on the branches are golden yellow. Take a bite. Wow-if eating pears is like drinking spring water, then eating fragrant pears is like drinking nectar. Persimmons are covered with orange coats, like small lanterns. They are so sweet that they melt in the mouth.

The sweet autumn party day is the evening of August 15. There are sweet moon cakes on the tables of every household, which are thick and light, with the flavor of bean paste, honey and strawberry.

Autumn has a sour taste. The taste of oranges is really cool, grapes are cool, and kiwi, the king of fruit, is really sour and cool!

The smell of autumn is fragrant. The fields are fragrant, the corn is golden, and it tastes fragrant and mellow; Fried peanuts taste crisp and fragrant; Sweet potato is soft and sweet, and tastes particularly fragrant.

Autumn tastes delicious and attractive. I like delicious and attractive autumn.