A composition describing winter

When it comes to winter, you will smell the sunshine. A fresh fragrance of rice radiates in the sunshine, which is warm and penetrates into every nerve cell under every inch of skin, making you feel very comfortable.

In winter in the countryside, my mother often takes off and washes sheets and quilts on a sunny morning. First, cook a pot of early rice in a large iron pot with kang holes, and filter out rice soup as thick and fragrant as milk. When it is still bubbling with water mist, it falls into the clean sheets and quilts, so that it can be starched and washed, and then directly hung on the wire rope in front of the door. The front yard is covered with red and green quilts. Crystal clear "pearl" water is as novel and beautiful as water curtain cave in Huaguoshan. As the sun sets, the sky is cold, and only a touch of sunset glow on the horizon still exudes a little warm breath. Mother spread a new mat on the grass in front of the door, accepted the dried quilt cover, folded the corner of the quilt, narrowed her eyes, sewed the needle and sewed the quilt on the ground. The quilt cover made of rice soup is flat and even. However, it smells fragrant and sunny. When I was a child, I often liked to roll on the paved quilt, bury my head in the quilt that was soft and fluffy because of the sunshine, and deeply smell the fresh sunshine and attractive rice fragrance. In the evening, I slept in a freshly washed bed, my body was surrounded by sunshine gently, smelling the pleasant rice fragrance, and I fell asleep sweetly. China Composition Network t262

When I think of winter, I will admire the delicious baked sweet potato, delicious popcorn and fried rice. It's all delicious when you burn a fire. In rural areas, cooking is done in a cooker or a kang hole. The cooker is installed in a corner of the kitchen, and a shallow crane is dug on the ground. Put a few bricks in the back as a smoke stove, and the kettle gives off heat to wash feet. A gong can hook is hung on the cooker, which can move up and down. You can cook by hanging a smoked iron pot. When cooking, you can pour a sweet potato on the red ash, or throw a golden corn cob and pour the red ash on it from time to time. A meal can scrape the warm ashes and find the "baby". Although the skin of sweet potato is burnt, you can roll it on the ground and shake off the ash. If you swallow it in one gulp, your intestines will run straight and your whole body will be warm. You can chew corncob directly like playing the harmonica. Some flowers will come out with crisp fragrance. After eating, your mouth will be like a cat's paw. When cooking, there will always be unexpected gains, that is, fried rice explosion. Because it is the rice after the autumn harvest, it will bang and fry a grain of rice from time to time.

In winter, the taste on the dining table is steaming and warm. When father comes home, a white charcoal stove will rise on the dining table. It is a white aluminum fire boiler with a fire bridge burning white charcoal below and a straight smoke outlet above. When cooking in the stove hole, simmer the white charcoal, and then clamp it on the fire bridge under the smoke outlet with tongs. Soon, the smoke outlet was around the pot. Celery and other farm side dishes. Our family sat around the dining table, sipping hot air while eating. My brother and I always craned our necks to catch the contents in the stove. The white charcoal stove is too high, and it is full of hot air. My father always tells us not to move. He always cocked his face slightly, looked into his eyes and blew away the misty white fog and chopsticks. Maybe we are used to it. We are used to it. As long as we eat hot pot, most of us always enjoy it. We always look at the white charcoal stove eagerly, waiting for hot food to fall from dad's chopsticks into our bowl. Only when you can't wait, will you stand up in a hurry and stretch your chopsticks to scratch. Father always laughs, revealing a tooth hole knocked down by a rocking car. Although it snows outside, our home is warm.

It's winter again, no matter how cold it is, it's always warm and humid in my heart.