Writing with the theme of interest

In daily study, work and life, everyone is familiar with composition, which can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (paper). In order to make your writing easier and more convenient, the following is my composition on the topic of taste. Welcome to share it.

When the summer vacation came, my father sent me to my grandfather's house. When my grandparents saw me coming, they happily stuffed the fruit directly into my mouth, fearing that I would be hungry. Grandpa took me to catch snails to celebrate my return. I thought to myself: I have eaten snails, but I have never fished, or I will go fishing with my grandfather!

Grandpa took me to the backyard where there was a big pond. The water is green, like green jade. I walked carefully to the pond to see if there were any snakes and crabs in it. Grandpa seemed to know what I was thinking, so he said to me, "There is nothing in the pond. Don't worry! " "Hearing grandpa say this, my fear relaxed. Who knows, as soon as I took off my shoes, I got into the water, and I was buried by a mass of black mud without even touching the water. I was so frightened that I jumped out and ran to my father's side and hid behind him, fearing that there would be bugs biting me in the black mud. Grandpa immediately pulled me gently over and said kindly, "I'm not afraid. There are no bugs in it, only black mud." After that, grandpa slowly led me into the water to catch snails. After a while, I finally got into the water, so I put my hand into the water, fished it up gently, closed it again, put the snails that I fished up into the bucket that had already been prepared, washed it with water, and washed away the dirty things. It's time for lunch I took a big bucket of snails that I had just caught and gave them to my grandmother to cook and eat. At lunch, I found that the fruits of my labor were much more delicious than the delicacies in those hotels!

Ah! The original taste of labor is this taste!

Taking the taste as the topic, composition 2 finally looked forward to the award ceremony. When it appeared on the big screen, the host reported that my name appeared on the prize of individual competition, and I jumped up with great joy. At this moment, I feel very excited. My sweat once turned into a flower and bloomed on my face. How I want to share this happy family member and share the students with them. ......

A month ago, after careful selection by the teachers' group, we were going to participate in the "miracle creation" mode in our province and the "miracle providing to create the star of science" competition of several students.

At home, as long as I have time, I insist on designing. The pressure of competition keeps coming. I installed and disassembled, disassembled and installed, and read the comments over and over again …

On the day of the competition, I came to the competition site with materials. I took a look after everyone built it. Their works are dazzling, huge RVs and warships ... I think my works are really insignificant compared with them. My work is an ever-changing piece of furniture. Only the electric fan can rotate, the lights can shine and the music can play automatically. I feel that I have been slapped, my face is burning and my heart is sinking into my navel. They built it so well, why didn't I think of it at first? I'm really "dumb eating coptis chinensis-I can't tell you what's bitter", and I feel very distressed. At this time, my father's kind voice echoed in my ear: "Don't be nervous, be proud that you have the opportunity to win glory for your school!" " "I paused, and my father's words seemed to give me great support, which made me suddenly enlightened.

Fortunately, at the beginning of the scene, I met the high expectations of the school and won the first prize of the competition. There will be such a competition in the future, and I will prepare carefully and treat it calmly.

It's almost midsummer now, and I will always remember the red bean soup cooked by my mother, but it is full of fragrance. At this time of year, there is always a big pot of red bean soup in the kitchen, which makes my eyes shine and my mouth water!

Red bean soup is not a soup that needs complicated procedures, but it can be turned into soup after being cooked by my mother's skillful hands, so that all the five senses can have amazing satisfaction. When I held this bowl of red bean soup in my hand, I saw the ice floating in the bowl, like sunbathing at sea. When I slowly put the bowl near my nose and wanted to smell it carefully, I felt that ordinary red beans seemed to have magical power. After careful cooking, they became delicious snacks, which made me admire my mother's craftsmanship even more. When I took the first bite, there was a feeling of happiness in my mouth. This feeling included my mother's intentions and the joy of cooking for my children, which made me very happy and satisfied. When I finished this bowl of cold red bean soup, the heat in my heart completely disappeared, leaving a cool feeling, and I also tasted the taste carefully prepared by my mother and my love for my children, which made this bowl of soup delicious.

Perhaps, in others' eyes, it is just a bowl of ordinary but delicious red bean soup, but in my eyes, only my mother is delicious, which contains the deep feelings between me and my mother, which is not something that ordinary people can taste. This is my deepest taste, deeply imprinted in my heart. Whenever I think of it, my heart is warm and incomparable.

Four people's lives, of course, have to experience four different tastes: sour, sweet, bitter and spicy. I learned this thing, riding a bike. I know, only experienced pain and sweetness, only experienced rain and rainbow, only experienced wind and frost and watched the sun, only experienced failure and experienced joy and success!

It was a summer vacation when I was four years old. My father bought me a blue bike and named it blue off-road vehicle. But on second thought, it seems that I can't ride a bike, so I asked my father for help. But my father refused to teach me to look for light in the dark.

I slowly sat on the "Blue Cross Mountain", with a strong retreat in my heart, but I thought about it again. It's a pity to throw away such a cool mountain bike. Well, I put it out.

I got on the bus, with one foot on the ground and one foot on the pedal, ready to go.

I didn't think it was difficult at first. Later, when I was riding a small pit, my center of gravity began to be unstable. As soon as the front wall hit, the car threw me out. I was a "dog eating mud", but I wouldn't die. I patted the soil and practiced again. Day after day, I finally learned to ride a bike.

Now, when I go to any remedial class, I have to ride "blue cross-country" because it gives me a taste of success!

In fact, I really cry easily. I will cry if I accidentally fall. When my mother criticizes me, I will cry a little harshly; When I watch TV, touching stories make me cry. ...

Salty tears represent different moods, sometimes sadness; Sometimes wronged; Sometimes I feel distressed; Sometimes excited; Sometimes happy. ...

I have been doing well in school since the first grade, but sometimes I don't play well. Whenever the results are not ideal, my heart is very uncomfortable. I trudged home and my mother kept nagging me. When my heart was sour, I shed sad tears.

Adults often say that children are really happy now. They have everything they want, unlike when we were young … but we also have our troubles. Now is the information age, and I have a strong "interest" in computers unconsciously. But because I was very nervous about my study, my mother gave me a "ban" from Monday to Friday. But on weekends, I have to make up lessons after finishing my homework and practice clarinet ... it's a sentence "no computer games", and my tears can't help flowing down.

Sometimes, I cry when I am wronged, and sometimes, I don't even remember the reason why I cry. Now, I'm older and stronger, and I don't cry often. But I have experienced a lot of tears. I think there will be more different experiences in the days to come!

Friendship is a song, sincerity is a song, and understanding and respect are the main theme of friendship. -inscription

Friendship is the sweetest taste among human doctors. It is as beautiful as cherry blossoms. In life, we shake hands with others from time to time, make new friends and start sincere friendship.

My best memory is when I was a child, when I was eccentric. Because of this, no one wants to shake hands with me and become friends, but they are getting farther and farther away from me. Besides her, my most trusted friend, she not only changed my personality at that time, but also taught me humor and tolerance. In life, we are inseparable, one, laughing and laughing all day, and we are extremely happy.

Friendship is the spice of life, spring is a fragrant flower, summer is a cool tree, autumn is a gorgeous sky, and winter is a jade snow.

Now, I have made many good friends at the beginning of junior high school life. They often make me laugh. I have no pressure, anger or sadness with them, at least I think so. We just enjoy the warmth like spring breeze, the coolness like shower and summer rain, the clearness like autumn water, and listen to the gurgling sound of winter snow. At this moment, I feel that my heart has become very bright and moved, and their lovely smiling faces also emerge in my mind. I cherish them.

The annual ring of time has 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.

People often say that love is like the sky, and great maternal love is the brightest star in this sky. But I think maternal love is sour and sweet, just like the taste of grapes!

I like grapes since I was a child. Whenever I concentrate on playing with toys or watching cartoons, my mother always puts a peeled grape in my mouth from time to time.

"Mom, why don't you eat?" I will often ask this question.

"I don't like the sour and sweet taste of grapes," my mother said with a smile, stroking my head with her delicate hands.

"ah? I see. I like grapes, but my mother doesn't. " I feasted on the delicious grapes. ......

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. In a blink of an eye, I am already a strong and smart man in Grade Three. I was reading a novel on a sunny afternoon. When I was moved by the plot in the story, a sweet and sour grape was stuffed into my mouth.

"Why don't you eat?" I looked back at my mother.

"I don't like the sour and sweet taste of grapes", my mother said the same thing.

One day, I was doing my homework when my parents' conversation came from the room.

"Look! Han Han is taller, the longer and whiter the skin, the more like you. " This is my father's voice.

"yes! Like me, he loves to eat grapes since he was a child and likes the sour and sweet taste ... "

I froze for a long time with tears in my eyes and threw myself into my parents' arms.

Outside the window, countless families have lights on. I believe there is a warm family under every lamp, and every family will taste the sweet and sour grapes!

Who has no friends? But has anyone ever thought about what friendship is like?

One day, my friend asked this question, which made me think deeply. What's the smell of friendship? Every time I am frustrated, it is the words of comfort and encouragement from my friends that make me cheer up and continue to work hard. The warm words in my ear made my nose sour and moved to tears. Oh, so friendship is sour!

After every day's hard work, there will always be friends around me laughing and laughing, so that my smile always hangs on my face. Everyone's laughter drove away the fatigue of my day, and my heart was as sweet as honey. Oh, so friendship is sweet!

Between friends, it is inevitable that there will be some bumps. The strong friendship that has been established with great difficulty will naturally not be broken because of this trivial matter. Of course, what is needed is tolerance and humility between friends. After reconciliation, the mood is naturally very comfortable. But before we made up, it bothered me. Oh, so friendship is bitter!

When several good friends are together, it is inevitable to say something with a playful tone and irony. Laugh without being hit; But once you are "beaten", it feels like eating Chili, and you can't laugh or cry. Oh, so friendship is spicy.

Now, I understand that the taste of friendship is sour, sweet, bitter and spicy. In fact, no matter what the taste is, it contains a very important and indispensable thing-sincerity.

Adults often say that there are five kinds of salt and pepper in life, sweet and sour, spicy and salty, and everyone will have them. I have tasted the sweetness of success and the taste of failure, and the two are mixed together.

On the morning of August 1 1, it happened that my sister was born, and my father was very busy. The time shown on the admission ticket is 2 pm. We left the hospital at 1: 30. According to common sense, it's only ten minutes away, but the address has changed. My father and I got lost and asked for directions back and forth. I was sweating all the time before the examination room. When I got to the examination room, it was my turn next. I breathed a long sigh of relief: fortunately, I caught up, and Xiao Gan almost scared out. With a stable mood and reasonable thinking, I completed a series of test procedures step by step. I was intoxicated by the music I played in Dongting New Song, with my fingers on the strings and every note dancing in the hall like a happy angel. I seem to see my mother and guzheng teacher nodding.

Just a few days ago, my guzheng lecturer, Zheng Weixin Group, passed five courses in the sun and got a good certificate. The teachers and parents read it with unanimous praise. I like it very much, and I also like to eat honey. I tasted the sweetness of success.

"No pains, no gains", I got five excellent certificates from Mr. Zheng and my parents, which is also the result of my efforts. I know there are difficulties on the road to success, and I will overcome them for my life!

Writing on the topic of taste 1 1 There is competition, struggle, sweat and harvest.

In the first exam of the sixth grade next semester, 51 students participated at the same time. I was lucky enough to rank seventh, close to the top ten. However, I am not satisfied. I keep in mind one sentence: there is no best, only better.

The first thing I did when I got home was to brush the exercises on my desk. I took a pen, took a deep breath, and then stared at the exercises in front of me, immersed in the book. I don't know how long it took. Finally, I feel a little tired. I yawned, got up and broke a little cold water on my face. Suddenly, I woke up a lot, and I was buried in that pile of books.

I know clearly in my heart: at this time, opponents who are more powerful than me are working hard and studying. Why should I slack off? All the students in the grade are fighting. What are they fighting for? Strive for the best and strive for the better! It is indisputable that it is backward! Not arguing is failure!

I set the number of pages for myself. This is a ten-sided exercise. I race against time, seize all the time to learn to do the problem, ah! There's only one question left! I looked up and it was dark outside the window. Only the moon shines faintly on the roof and there are only a few lights on the building. My mother pushed the door in and looked at me. She felt a little distressed and asked me to take a shower. I stood up and breathed a sigh of relief, and finally finished brushing the questions.

Success or failure, struggle and competition will make me strong. I want to fight. I want to be admitted to my dream junior high school. How can I show myself if I don't fight? Undoubtedly, where does the joy after success come from? Undoubtedly, how can we chase and surpass the happiness of others?

The taste of struggle, although very tired, can only be felt when the struggle is successful.

Composition on Taste 12 Campus life is rich and colorful, with ups and downs.

Acid: once, we had a Chinese class and I was listening carefully. Suddenly, a classmate threw up. The teacher is helping the classmate clean up the vomit. Two classmates talked, and the teacher told them to wash the dishcloth. The students all laughed, but I didn't. The teacher said that whoever laughed would wash the rag. Some students pointed at me. Two classmates in front of me and next to me pointed at me, so I was called by the teacher to wash the dishcloth, but I was very angry.

Tian: A classmate and I are in charge of computers. Once the computer screen was broken, the teacher asked us to have a look. Because I was a little helper of the Chinese teacher, I was busy sorting out my homework, so I didn't go there. I was seen by another classmate, but she couldn't find anything bad. Maybe she loves face-saving, so she didn't ask me, just stood helplessly. I looked at it and understood what was going on, so I went to help repair the computer. The teacher praised us. My heart is full of sweetness.

Bitter: I usually learn English well, but once I failed in the exam, the teacher asked angrily: How did you do it? I bowed my head sadly, and the teacher was very unhappy and scolded me. My heart is bitter and I want to cry.

Spicy: This year's school sports meeting, our class didn't get the upper hand in other events. But in the 400-meter relay race, we played a team spirit and worked hard, and finally won the first place. Our whole class is very excited and jumping around. Shouting and laughing.

Our campus life is full of ups and downs. It is also so colorful.

What is happiness? What is happiness? Happiness is a ray of sunshine in winter, giving people a warm feeling; Happiness is a cup of iced tea in summer, which gives people a comfortable feeling. I said that happiness is a dress that warms people's hearts regardless of Wan Li Road.

"Just go out when it rained. Should I go home or run back to school in the rain? Since I am out, no matter how much. " So I ran back to school. Seeing that I was soaked to the skin, I couldn't help thinking: Oh, no, my mother will definitely scold me this time. I can't wait to call my mother: "mom, I'm soaked." Why don't you give me an umbrella so that I can go home after school ... yawn! " "10 minutes later, I was disappointed. Look at the weather outside the window. The rain fell like broken beads, and the sky was gray. I thought to myself: mom will definitely not send it. In less than half an hour, a woman in red caught my eye. She has an umbrella in her left hand and a dress and an umbrella in her right hand. Because she walked too fast, her pants were wet. My uneasy mood has calmed down. My mother hurried over and said, "The umbrella and clothes you want are all wet. Change them quickly, or you will catch a cold easily. ".How so careless. "His tone is full of this kind of distress and blame. I look at this face full of fine lines of years. I want to knock over the five-flavor bottle, lift my foot and say in my mother's ear, "Go home quickly and pay attention to the cold, thank you." Mother smiled with relief and walked slowly back. I was silent, and I realized the taste of happiness. The rain is getting smaller and smaller, and the sky seems to be clearing up a lot. What can we do even if it rains heavily? We are like kites, flying higher and farther, and someone holds the other end of the thread tightly.

Does happiness have a taste? I replied, yes, not gold and silver jewelry, so flashy and false; It's not a landscape painting. It can be appreciated and can't be destroyed. It's a dress, a cup of warm tea, reaching to the bottom of my heart.

Composition 14 is really unbearable to be wronged. On one occasion, the glass bottle that my father treasured for many years was broken. My dad thinks it's me, because I'm the most fun at home, and I want people to believe that I broke it.

How can I explain it? My father doesn't believe me. At that time, I was very wronged and couldn't find anyone to vent. I had to sit on the balcony and cry secretly. At that time, my tears could not stop like a waterfall, crying and crying. He also said, "I don't care about my dad anymore, and I have been wronged."

At that time, only my mother believed me. At that time, my father scolded me and said, "I only smashed things at home." I just play every day and break things every day. " The more I listen to these words, the louder I cry. Mother told me not to cry, or I would cry myself to death. She also told me not to listen to what my father just said, but I didn't hear it and forgot the unpleasant things.

A few days later, my father realized that it was not that I didn't break his glass bottle, but that my brother accidentally broke it. My father knew that I had been wronged and went to buy something I liked. Now I don't hate my father!

After this time, I really understand the feeling of being wronged. It really hurts! I don't want to be wronged any more! That's why I really jumped into the Yellow River and washed it clearly!

Writing on the topic of taste 15 Edison invented the electric light after more than 20xx experiments, and he tasted success. After careful observation and research, Newton discovered the law of gravity, and he tasted success ... Many people have tasted success, and I am no exception!

Success is like a sour pomegranate, remember the process of submission, sour, hit a wall several times. Because my writing level is really not very high, and my writing has no own style, I just know other people's compositions and have no vivid language, so I have not been recognized by everyone. I always expect good news from the mailroom, but every time it's a result-failure again!

Success is like bitter grapefruit, or a yield period. Let me think back. Faced with repeated failures, I decided to work hard, burn the midnight oil every day, read the representative works of several writers and the successful experiences of several celebrities in the middle of the night, and change my writing style again and again. During the break, the students are still enriching themselves with books, keeping a diary every day and accumulating a good word and sentence. I feel bitter.

Success is like a sweet litchi. When I received my aunt's first letter, I felt as sweet as eating litchi! Because my efforts have not been in vain, my composition has finally been recognized by people, and the phrase "pay will be rewarded" surrounds me.

I have tasted success, and I will encounter setbacks in the process of success, which is sour; In order to succeed, we will work hard and strive to get it; When we succeed, we will feel gratified and happy, sweet!

I have tasted success, sour and sweet. I like the smell!