Yangcheng Zage Composition 400 Words

Yangcheng Zage is mainly composed of three parts. first

One part is vermicelli, the second part is radish, and the third part is soup, which is where it is. Partitioned rule

Zongying should leak (make) sweet potato powder for later use; Slice radish and cook for later use; Bottom soup pig

Cook the big bones for later use. When eating, cook the radish in the soup, and the vermicelli is in the other one.

The pot is hot. When the customer comes, first scoop half a bowl of vermicelli in the bowl, then fill it with soup and radish and sprinkle with chopped green onion or coriander.

Yes (Chili tastes better). Serve with fried dough sticks or pancakes.

After the composition entitled "Wait a minute, it's fine", I walked into the auditorium of Zhujiang Middle School in No.6 Middle School with a little frivolity.

Self-confident, I will naturally not be satisfied with the middle reaches, so I launched a strong impact on the top ten of the class that everyone is drooling over.

Although I know something about the current environment and my opponents, the sudden change of various learning methods from primary school to junior high school still makes me feel at a loss and my grades have plummeted.

This is a blow to me who used to stay in the top three since I was a child.

When I opened my eyes and realized the cruelty and severity of the situation, I decided to catch up.

So, I began to study almost crazily.

Near the middle of the night, I still have the figure of studying hard at my desk.

Until I don't care about my relatives and friends, even "six parents don't recognize."

I still study hard, but I can't help it, I can only see the effect.

One afternoon, I hurried home as usual.

Gently push the door open, and you are greeted by dazzling colorful ringtones and smiling parents.

I was surprised, but at this time I had no patience to ask any more questions, so I went directly to my room, leaving only their two eyes staring at each other, puzzled.

In the evening, after eating more delicious food than before, I buried myself in my room again.

Unconsciously, several hours passed.

"Come, you are tired, try the bone soup I cooked for you.

"Mother gently pushed open the door and whispered.

I heard voices, but I was still writing, unmoved.

"Come, give it a try.

It is delicious.

"I seem a little impatient." Don't worry about me! "I suddenly shouted in a stormy voice," You don't know how bad I study! " "Inadvertently, I gave my mother a push, and with the harsh sound of fragments, my mother's carefully boiled bone soup spilled all over the floor.

I flushed, but I didn't care much. I rudely kicked my mother out of the room and continued to work hard.

In the dead of night, I finally finished my day's study. I opened the door, but there was a strange silence: I suddenly found myself alone at home! At this moment, the fear and emptiness in my heart welled up in my heart, and I panicked like a lost beast.

In order to suppress my anxiety, I chose to close my eyes. I tried to forget my parents' "vanishing", but I still couldn't help seeing the picture of playing with my parents on the grassland by the sea when I was a child.

So, I calmed down and quietly thought about the little happiness and pleasure that my childhood brought me.

Gradually, the fear in my heart no longer exists, but is replaced by memories and thinking.

At midnight, I suddenly heard someone knocking at the door. Sleepy, I opened the door. Seeing the scene in front of me, I was shocked: mom and dad came to me slowly with beautiful birthday cakes in their hands and singing birthday songs.

At this moment, I suddenly realized that today is my birthday! The tears that have been swirling in my eyes have already swirled in my eyes.

I rushed forward and hugged them tightly.

We spent a wonderful midnight under the nourishment of "Happy Birthday Song" which accompanied me through a wonderful childhood.

In the warm embrace of my mother, accompanied by the light lullaby melody and long-lost intimacy, I fell asleep sweetly like a baby.

Yes, when you feel lonely and helpless in the complicated world, you might as well stop your extremely fast pace and wait for the people around you.

Only they will unselfishly give you firm support, whether you succeed or fail.

As the saying goes, "Please slow down and wait for your soul.

"Of course, and your heart.

An article. A composition about biography.

A person's successful development is inseparable from the guidance of teachers.

"Teacher, so preaching, teaching, doubts.

"In other words, whoever can give us" preaching, teaching and dispelling doubts "is our teacher.

In our daily life, the main function of a "teacher" in a general sense is "teaching". If we want to get more "preaching to dispel doubts", it depends on our opportunities.

As "people" in this circle, it is difficult for us to meet famous teachers all our lives. Even with this opportunity, famous teachers can give us "preaching and dispelling doubts", and the initiative is rarely on our side.

However, the protagonists in the biographies of historical figures we read taught us frankly and sincerely.

Anyone who can be praised by future generations must be a celebrity at that time.

Not to mention success or failure in the end, as far as individual life is concerned, this person must have brought the life given to him by God to the extreme under his social conditions, and did not waste his life, which is exactly what we are all striving for.

Now that this man has passed away, he can't dominate the evaluation of him by future generations. All traces left by him before his death will be the materials for his biography.

He showed his brilliance and gloom to the world. When we read his biography, our readers can learn from it or absorb it.

Because we chose his biography, he became our teacher unconsciously. Isn't this "famous teacher" sincere? This is what I think is the significance of reading biographies of historical figures.

I will kill anyone who dares to forward mine.

The long summer vacation has passed and the beautiful autumn has come.

The new semester has started again. Facing the first ray of sunshine in the morning, we seem to have arrived at a brand-new campus and are about to start a new journey.

In my study and life last semester, I also encountered difficulties and had fun, but these have become the past. I will use it as my motivation to study this semester. Everything in front of me is new, and I understand the shortcomings of last semester.

In the new semester, as the teacher told me in the comments, we should master it well, have good learning methods and have a good learning attitude. I also know that due to the cruelty of reality, we won't be a little careless in our study, because last semester's mathematics brought me regret. I will erase the trauma in my chest, take up weapons and prepare for the new semester. The goal of the new semester has already been rehearsed in my mind.

The long-term goal is to be admitted to your ideal university, and the short-term goal is to keep up with the pace of study as soon as possible. In fact, there are still many goals I can't achieve one by one, but I will try my best to do it.

Of course, I understand that this road will not be smooth sailing, but it will always give me hope to make me feel happy, study hard, take the school rules and regulations seriously, and resolutely do nothing that will harm my student status.

I will study hard this semester and live up to the expectations of teachers and parents! ! !

This 800-word growth composition is not only a process, but also the final destination.

Just like peeling garlic, we peel it off layer by layer, and those hardships we have experienced have become clear textures, which can't be erased in our hearts.

At the beginning, we were wrapped up by the later secular layers, which made us look bloated and clumsy, and our immature eyes were blinded by the secular world and became turbid and blurred.

Those warm eyes can never go back, and the naive boy who once talked eloquently can no longer lift that simple head.

Under the heavy pressure, all struggles seem pale and powerless.

Growth is a transformation that needs no explanation. This change is bound to break happiness, experience pain, and linger in my heart.

In this transformation, the immature face has finally been baptized by the years, and the single expression has become rich, but it is a helpless "intoxication".

Every time I think of my childhood happiness, I can't help but feel a little happy, mixed with a little melancholy.

That kind of melancholy must have existed since ancient times and passed down from generation to generation: that kind of joy must also be a dream, and after a while, it is more emotional.

Growing up is a growing drama. The drama began slowly, and the protagonists stepped onto the stage one by one, step by step towards the depths of the years.

In this play, the protagonists will have a hard time.

And we, born to be the protagonists of this drama, all know the way of life, and two kinds of opportunities are accompanied.

But how many people can be in danger without being surprised? Therefore, the mission given by time is to "advance in twists and turns".

After repeated failures, I stood up, learned to face life with a smile, and learned to be strong. The strongman of life is carved with a cold file.

Behind this, we don't know how many tears we have endured, but we just remember countless equally depressed struggles.

In the end, life has completed this sacred mission. Time has no expression, but life thrives because of strength.

Growth is a journey without regrets. The starting point of this journey is home, but the destination is uncertain.

Entrusted by our parents, we reluctantly left home and started this great lonely journey.

Over the years, we have experienced too much, accumulated bit by bit in our hearts, and changed our name to "mature" when we reached a certain height.

When we are mature, we know how to love and be loved. We know that "giving" is also a kind of happiness. We have experienced all kinds of life. At this moment, looking at our elderly parents, a terrible sadness finally rises in our hearts.

Time may have made you or depressed you, but you must admit that she has changed you.

Behind this change, parents followed closely and smiled with tears.

When we suddenly look back and see the scene in front of us, the only thing we can do is to hug them, communicate with them more and give them more care.

I think the most eye-catching thing behind this maturity is filial piety.

Where there is a mistake, there is a star: where there is disappointment, there is hope.

The tree of hope is evergreen and life lasts forever, so life is sublimated.

Growing up, we were all lonely, but along the way, we were not alone.

Remove the dust from your heart. Composition concept: Dust your heart. Buddhism says, "the heart is heaven and earth, and heaven and earth come from the heart."

The confusion and chaos in the world are just confusion.

Always wipe off the dust that falls in your heart, and heaven and earth will be free.

The Zen master picked up the fallen leaves on the ground one by one. In the Zen master's view, the fallen leaves are not only on the ground, but also in our hearts.

As long as you pick up one more piece, it will make the ground cleaner, make your mind clearer, pick up the fallen leaves in your heart and make your mind cleaner.

Unforgettable Travel Composition During the "Eleventh" holiday, we took a special train to Gansu, Ningxia and Qinghai, and experienced the great rivers and mountains of the motherland such as plateaus, deserts and lakes, and learned about the customs of Tibetans, Tu people and Hui people. Our country is really a big family where many ethnic groups live in harmony, and we have also tasted different flavors of food from all over the world. This is really an unforgettable trip! On this trip, we took a luxury train. This train is very different from the one I used to take. The whole train is a four-person box soft sleeper train, with a thick red wool carpet and even a gold-plated door handle. Smiling conductor always provides us with thoughtful service and delicious meals. In these seven days, the train is like our home. Tired of playing all day, we went back to the clean train and had a sweet sleep in the mobile "home". The next day, our mobile "home" took us to the next stop. It took us through six provinces of Hebei, Henan, Shaanxi, Shanxi, Ningxia, Qinghai and Gansu, with a total distance of more than 5,500 kilometers.

This trip not only remembered the time on the train, but also remembered the famous scenic spots such as Maijishan Grottoes, Qinghai Lake and Tengger Desert.

Maijishan Grottoes is located in Tianshui City, Gansu Province. Its name comes from the fact that the mountain looks like a pile of wheat from the foot of the mountain. Thousands of clay sculptures are carved on this mountain. They are vivid, diverse and lifelike. It is one of the four largest grottoes in China.

Qinghai Lake, located in Qinghai Province, is the largest saltwater lake in China. Its beauty, only personal participation, is difficult to describe clearly in words. There is a very rare fish, Huangpi, in this salt lake, because it only grows for one or two years or ten years a year, and now it is on the verge of extinction.

Shapotou Scenic Spot in Tengger Desert is located in Ningxia, where I experienced the Yellow River customs and desert scenery.

It turns out that this is not a scenic spot. Shapotou Park came into being today after the opening of baotou-lanzhou railway.

During this trip, we also bought many local specialties, such as Lycium barbarum, Nostoc flagelliforme, sheepskin and licorice, which are called the four treasures of red, black, white and yellow. There are also saffron, rhodiola, dried yak meat and so on. I also bought natural handicrafts such as Helan stone ornaments and desert roses. I really like these specialties. In order to buy more souvenirs in these seven days, I always say to my mother, "This is a contribution to the west"! When I got home, I was still immersed in happy memories, which I couldn't forget for a long time. This is really an unforgettable trip.

I had a dream about homesickness composition last night.

There is no lie, no deception, no made-up story, no fiction, but a real dream. The protagonist in the dream is me and a forum. Forum is a family, and I am a member of this family.

Do you know this family? ! Do you still know you are a member of this family? ! Who is talking about me? ! No one will say that I am blaming myself.

Yes! It's remorse and shame, more or less guilty, because it's irresponsible, because it's been away from home for too long.

That's it. That's how I blame myself in my dream. I have been blaming myself. It's as simple as that, with little content and no complexity, just like my life, simple.

Dreams are the same, simple, like life, like me, that's enough.

awake from a dream

My thoughts are still in the plot of the dream, thinking, thinking about the dream, thinking about the contents of the dream, like a movie film playback, and then freeze a certain picture, and then keep thinking, thinking, thinking, just like an old man sitting in a rocking chair in his twilight years recalling his first love.

Everyone who has experienced feelings has had their first love, and I have also had my first love. To be exact, my first love was a forum, the truest emotion in a virtual world-a dream, a sail.

Whether it is appropriate to regard a forum as my first love, I have no mind to verify its accuracy, because I know it is a dream, I know I am dreaming, I don't want to wake my dream, I don't want to complicate simple things, and if I want to verify something in my dream, I am really tired.

The dream said that she told me herself in the dream, stroking my head and saying, if you are tired, take a rest.

Really, I really feel very tired, really, I am really obedient to rest, sleepy, like a child, a very obedient and well-behaved child is sleeping quietly, and there is a feeling, a real feeling, that is, the feeling that a prodigal son who has been wandering for a long time has returned to his long-lost home, which is a practical feeling, feeling very warm, and then. Say whatever you want. In your own home, you are not an outsider, you are a member of this family, so I say, there is only one sentence, a simple sentence: it feels good to be home.

Close your eyes and sleep.

In the dreamland, at home, there is no noise, no disputes, only peace, and there is an indelible shadow, the shadow of the sail, which is the call of true feelings, and it is as simple as going home.

Go home.

No matter how good the outside world is, there is no warmth of home.

Warm.

Really, home is really warm.

It is snowing outside. This is a big, big snow. It is another winter. This is the second winter.

The next winter, it was snowing outside.

The stove at home has been lit, which is very beautiful. The family drank tea around the stove and said the most intimate words. This feeling is really good, because of family, because of warmth, because of a concern, caring for relatives who are still wandering outside.

Close your eyes and sleep.

Homesickness in my dream.

Because, it is another winter, a snowy winter, an unusual winter. This winter is the second anniversary of "You Meng Fan Ying" and also the second anniversary of ups and downs.

Anxious to return.

The family is looking forward to their reunion anniversary.

In my sleep, the call in my ear is so clear. Go home, my family is waiting for you.

With my eyes closed, I can clearly see and see the stirring sail, which is the sailing boat going home.

Tired, tired, wandering for a long time, set foot on the boat home.

The murmuring river carries the heart of a wanderer, anxious to return.

Tired, tired, sail home in a sailboat and sail to the quiet harbor of my hometown.

Nostalgia (original poem) Nostalgia-Sun rolled into the ranks of cattle on the mountainside. The shepherd is full of warm sunshine. Crickets are singing softly in the old house. Home, where is home behind the mountain? When the spring breeze rises again, the birds on the branches are singing carefree. Is a mature hometown! I stopped, my eyes glowed, and the spring water washed away the dust from my throat. The green bamboo is singing an old ballad, and the wild goose flies south and higher ... My daughter has more and more books, so I found the old bookcase and gave it to her.

The wife looked at it and smiled: "The family heirloom has been passed down from generation to generation."

My father got this box from my grandfather.

Now, for my daughter, there are at least four generations. Although the wooden box is an old wooden box, it is the only wooden box handed down by our ancestors.

The box is not big, but it is only 1 meter long, nearly 2 feet high and 1 many feet wide. Compared with the suitcase, it is small.

Open the wooden box, the internal structure is like the pencil box used by primary school students before.

The upper part is a movable inner box, which is divided into spaces with different sizes and shapes by three or two vertical and horizontal wooden boards. Common stationery such as pens, ink, paper, inkstones, rulers, gauges, triangular erasers and pencil sharpeners can be placed separately as required.

Take out the movable inner box, which is where the books are put.

Close the box, which happens to be the desk.

Each side of the wooden box is made of a whole Chongyang board, and the thickness is close to 1 cm. Without gaps, rain will never invade. If it contains water, I'm afraid it won't leak half a drop, and it can also be used as a basin.

The box is not painted, and the background color is dark red, which is the true color of wood, but as time goes by, it is not so bright.

Careful observation shows that the color of the texture on the chessboard is deep or shallow, and the shape is wide or narrow, which seems random, but in fact it is regular and rhythmic.

Smell it, and the fragrance still exists.

It is with this unique smell that moths dare not patronize.

Chongyang tree grows slowly and its material is delicate and hard.

It is for these reasons that the box is still intact.

Over the years, I have heard the name of "Chongyang Tree" countless times because of this wooden box, and I have deepened my memory of it on small square stools and chopping boards, but I have never seen the real Chongyang Tree.

Sometimes, I will ask the old people curiously. They are always used to squinting and smoking. Facing the south, they took pains to tell me about the origin and glory of Chongyang Tree.

Chongyang tree is not a local tree species. A long time ago, our people immigrated to this water town from Chongyang County. Grandparents came to the mud on the dock with Chongyang tree species, but only two trees survived at that time.

A woman and a man, a left and a right, watch each other in front of the door.

To my ancestors. ...

Miscellaneous sauce's noodle composition should be written in 400 words. Chongqing has spicy hot pot, murraya piranha and all kinds of Chinese food and western food, but in my eyes, only Zhajiang noodles, which I sell downstairs, are delicious.

Zhajiang Noodles in this noodle restaurant is different from other noodle restaurants. Others highlight the spicy taste, and their noodles are a fragrant word.

You see, a layer of red meat and noodles are strong. If you think about it, you will hang three feet, and even the gods will put their noses together to smell it.

The practice of slag river surface is very simple.

First, put fresh onion, ginger, garlic, pepper powder, Chili sauce and soy sauce into a bowl, add a little salt and monosodium glutamate, then add a bowl of broth and seasoning, add a few vegetables, then put the cooked noodles into a bowl, and finally pour a layer of secret fried sauce on the noodles, spread a poached egg, and a bowl of delicious squeezed noodles is born.

When I eat Zhajiang Noodles, I always try delicious fried sauce first.

Just near the bowl, the smell of miscellaneous sauce, the smell of soup, and the smell of oil pepper went straight to my nostrils. I suddenly felt hungry and kept swallowing.

Put a bite of fried sauce in your mouth, the fragrance will suddenly spread out, covering the whole mouth, and it will melt in your mouth, which is very delicious.

Stir the noodles evenly, then crush the poached eggs and suck them into your mouth. After careful chewing, the fragrant poached eggs will be stained with the fried soy sauce, which is fragrant and sweet, oily but not greasy, and very refreshing.

As if this is a bowl of noodles tailored for yourself.

Every time you inhale a mouthful of noodles, you will leave its fragrance in your mouth. Calling myself vulgar in Zhajiang noodles makes my appetite double. I sucked the smooth noodles like crazy, and there was no soup left.

It was a hearty meal.

Once I went to Zhajiang noodles for dinner, the noodle chef was preparing the freshest ingredients of the day, which not only showed the fragrance of Zhajiang noodles to the fullest, but also added the spicy taste of pepper oil to his icing on the cake, which made people applaud.

Listening is empty, but tasting is real. Come and have a taste, it will definitely make you memorable.

I am a person who is used to ease.

Getting used to everything has become a part of my self-disciplined life.

Accustomed to getting up early every day to drink a cup of pure and transparent water; Accustomed to saying good morning to the eastern sun every day; I am used to walking on a wide and long road every day, although there is no shade; I'm used to fantasizing about one beautiful dream after another.

If there is anything wrong with my life, I will blame it all on habit.

Habit is really a very broad thing. I sit on the shoulders of habit and foresee the world with a pair of curious eyes.

I stood alone at the intersection, waiting for something; A leaf beside me landed on the bench-are you waiting for something, too? There is only one coin left in my pocket. Just give me a sunset.

Especially gorgeous.

I will find that everyday habits will hide all the differences.

Tomorrow is another day.

Sometimes a few of us will sit in the sun and look at the blue sky.

This seems to me to be a law.

Let go of the mood, the footsteps of youth, can not keep our flying songs.

In our world, countless pairs of eyes have seen through all the fog and tears.

Perhaps the habit inadvertently took away all the dust and sorrow, and the scenery became more beautiful.

I have never regretted, and I have never regretted that emotional habits account for a large proportion in my life. Instead, I feel happy-what I should do, what I shouldn't do, and what I dare to try. I am coloring the world-gorgeous colors.

Tap the heart sound and pop up the happiest song.

Weihai is a beautiful city. I went there on May Day. If you are interested, please feast your eyes with me! The sea breeze blows the leaves and makes a rustling sound. The sea breeze slowly blows over my face, which is very comfortable.

The tour guide said gently, "This is a famous scenic spot-Chengshantou, which is the easternmost tip of China's coastline. It is the first place in China to see the sunrise at sea, and it is known as the' Cape of Good Hope in China'. There are mountains, water and green here, which means there is fairy spirit here. Please follow me.

"We walked several stone steps along the tour route of' traveling around the world', and the rushing seawater and grotesque rocks caught my eye: the waves rushed to the rocks, accompanied by the rushing sound of water, splashing a series of snow-white waves, like a dragon sucking the seawater.

Look at that stone again, some are like timid little turtles hiding in their shells, some are like a ball, round ... Keep walking, and the mountain in the west is more obvious.

The mountain road is as narrow as a narrow intestine, winding, covered with pebbles in various shapes, and a few drops of splashing yellow sea water fall from time to time. Coupled with foggy weather, you must be careful if you want to walk steadily.

But if there is water in the mountains, there are mountains in the water, mountains and rivers embrace each other, and the scenery is as beautiful as Penglai fairyland, I am afraid I won't care so much.

The mountain is covered with trees and looks gentle and kind.

The mountain is not big, but it is tall and straight.

This is-Chengshantou.

Climbing up the stairs, you can see antique red corridors and lifelike sculptures.

Anyway, let's have a look! Anyway, Chengshantou is the most spectacular sea I have ever seen.

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