Tonight, because my mother has to work the night shift, I have no time to cook dinner, so my mother asked me to help her cut vegetables. I think: cutting vegetables is too simple, a piece of cake.
I think potatoes are only as big as peaches! So I said, "I can cut a potato in a minute and a half." Mom smiled and said, "Potatoes are hard." I don't believe it. Then, I picked up a potato and cut it quickly. However, a minute passed and I haven't cut half a potato yet. It seems that this potato is really difficult to cut! I asked my mother to cut one for me. My mother didn't arrive for a minute, so she cut a potato. Then, I continued to cut. I accidentally cut my finger, but it was a minor injury. Otherwise, I can't help my mother cut vegetables.
I learned to cut vegetables today, so happy!
Fan Wener:
In the evening, after my mother and I went home to buy food, I said, "Mom, let me help you cut vegetables!" " "Mom said," good. "
I started cutting vegetables. First, I took off Mr. Potato's clothes. Then I helped Mr. Fat Potato lose weight and turned him into Mr. Thin. After cutting the potatoes, I put the slim miss celery on a plate, then cut the umbrella into small pieces and cut the albino radish into small pieces. Then I took off my garlic clothes in a hurry. After taking off, I cut the onion into chopped green onion, ginger into shredded ginger and garlic into pieces. Everything is so thrilling, * * *, but my heart is full of happiness.
I think: I will never let go of a minute in the future, so that every day can be fulfilled.
Fan Wensan:
On Saturday afternoon, my mother bought a lot of vegetables and prepared to cook dinner in the kitchen.
I am curious and want to help my mother cut vegetables. I peeled the loofah with a peeler, and then washed the tomatoes. Then my mother showed me how to cut vegetables. Watching my mother cut vegetables, I thought to myself: this is not easy! Mom gave me the slowest one in my family, and then I picked up the knife and cut it … Well, it's easier said than done! Either I cut it too small, or I can't cut out what my mother said about the hob block. Several times, I almost put my fingers under the knife as vegetables. Although my food cuts slowly and looks ugly, my mother still praises me as a good boy who is willing to learn.
It turns out that cooking is also very rare, and it is difficult for adults!
Composition of mother's action when cutting vegetables
Today, I just got up and rubbed my sleepy eyes. There was a sound in the kitchen. I like listening to all kinds of pop songs, and I am intoxicated by the beautiful rhythm, but I prefer the crisp and loud "Kitchen Morning Song" by my mother.
At first, there was a sound, "dong", which was the sound of the lid touching the pot. My mother began to cook porridge with red dates, and then there was a sound of "crash, rustling". That was the sound of my mother putting red dates and water into the pot to wash rice. My mother quickly chose the dishes, and the tap water came to my ears again. That's the sound of my mother washing vegetables. After her mother washed the vegetables, she had it. "
At this moment, our "Kitchen Morning Song" entered * * *.
The potatoes were cut into shredded potatoes by my mother, and the sounds of plates, knives and bowls were repeated over and over again. My mother began to cook. With the "squeaky" stir-fry, jujube porridge began to splash upwards, and the lid of the pot was jingled by steam.
My father and I are busy with bowls, porridge, vegetables and chopsticks. When I looked at the table, my mother's cooking was so rich that I rushed to eat it. At this point, the Kitchen Symphony came to an end.
"Thinking for Mom" composition, grade two level.
urgent
After the holiday, my parents assigned me a study task, that is, I should seize the time and review the lessons I have learned during the holiday.
Don't make me do anything else.
At noon that day, my mother came home from work and cooked in a hurry.
She prepared several dishes, including meat and vegetables, to strengthen my nutrition.
I'm sitting in my room, listening to my mother's rhythmic chopping, feeling a little hectic than usual.
Yes! During this time, my mother is very busy at work. She often puts down her chopsticks after dinner and goes to work.
In order to give me more meals, I am naturally busier than usual
"Oh dear!" Suddenly, mother's crying came from the kitchen.
I quickly put down my book and ran to the kitchen.
I saw my mother's right hand just holding the fingers of her left hand, and blood gushed out between her fingers.
I panicked, so I went back to my house to find a band-aid and handed it to my mother.
Mother simply washed the wound with water, put on a band-aid and continued to be busy.
When eating, mother was in a hurry as usual.
Put down the chopsticks, told me, picked up the handbag and hurried to work.
At home, I am alone. I stared at the food on the table and suddenly felt that I couldn't eat any more.
The scene of my mother's finger bleeding just now came to my eyes and stayed for a long time.
My heart is beating in a panic, my eyes are blurred and tears keep flowing ... I cleared the table and went to the bathroom to wash my face.
I looked at myself in the mirror, my eyes were still red, just looking at myself.
Suddenly, a heartfelt voice seems to ring in my ear: you are a junior high school student, you should learn to do housework! You are at home on holiday now, helping your mother cook! Let mom eat slowly at noon, so don't be so nervous.
Suddenly, I seem to have grown up suddenly.
I quickly sat at my desk and carefully wrote the homework of the day, which seemed to be more serious than usual, and the speed was much faster.
I decided: from dinner, I will learn cooking skills and cook for my parents! I came to the kitchen and began to wash vegetables and stew rice.
My mind is searching for the way my mother usually cooks and imitating it.
I want to recite the formula and do the same: cut the meat evenly; Shredding potatoes, and shredding; Don't forget to put sugar in the fried tomatoes; You should master the amount of water in rice.
Time is pressing, and my mother will be home at 5: 30 after work. Finally, the meal was served on the table before mom got off work.
With the sound of opening the door, mother went home. She smelled the food and came over in surprise. She looked at me strangely as if she understood everything.
Mom didn't put down her handbag or even wash her hands. She went straight to the table, picked up chopsticks and tasted them one by one: this dish is delicious, but low in calories; This is delicious, but there is no salt. This ... I saw a contented smile on my mother's face.
My mother turned to me and said, tomorrow, I'll teach you how to do it.
I thank my mother.
It was my mother who gave me life, who took care of me meticulously in my life experience, and who gave me endless obstacles.
From this incident, I also slowly learned to repay my grateful mother.
There is an urgent need for a composition of 1000 words to help parents do housework.
I woke up early on Saturday to help my parents do housework.
Lying in bed, I remembered what the teacher said, "We must help our parents do housework after we go home and repay them for everything they usually do for us." .
"I continue to remember everything my mother did for me.
this is too hard
I thought about it. My mother usually goes to work again and comes back in the afternoon to do housework and help me. How hard it is.
I must do something for her so that her mother can have a good rest at the weekend.
I think I'd better clean up first.
I came to the bathroom in high spirits and got wet with a mop. When the water was low, I came to the study with a mop and saw my father playing with the computer. I really wanted to play, but on second thought, I had to let my mother rest on weekends, so I tried not to watch the computer, just mopping the floor, but I couldn't help watching it. I hurriedly dragged my study and ran for my life.
Then I went to my mother's room. In order to clean up my mother's room, I specially put washing powder on the mop and dragged it around my mother's room crazily.
I broke out in a sweat and finally dragged it out.
When I saw the floor blooming, I was happy to disappear without a trace, and I was depressed.
A minute passed, and I thought for a long time and began to delay. This time, I'm a little smarter. I dragged it slowly along the line of the floor. Time is not long, but I don't feel tired at all, but I feel happy. I took a break and began to procrastinate. It didn't take me long to finish dragging my mother's room.
I am very happy when I look at the shiny and spotless floor. Suddenly I saw a bottle filled with perfume, so I picked up the perfume and sprayed it several times in my mother's room, and the room was filled with fragrance.
I thought to myself, my mother will be in a good mood when she sees her room so clean and fragrant.
When my mother came back from work, she came into the house and looked exhausted. Now it's all gone and she has become radiant like an angel.
It turns out that a mother's heart is easily satisfied by her son's small "achievements".
"Poor bear the wind.
"As a son, my heart was filled with joy.
The love of parents is great. They have been working hard for us.
It used to be that we were young and didn't know how to honor our parents, but now.
We should honor our parents and repay them for everything they have done for us.
Hey.
I just found it feels good to help my mother.
I urgently need the composition "Mom praises me for growing up"
I hope you can play.
Thank you. I have lived a life of reaching for clothes and eating with my mouth open since I was a child. I often think in my room, why do I always rely on my mother? Am I so useless that I can't do something for my mother? My mother praised me for growing up, and I have been living a life of reaching for clothes and making ends meet. I often think in my room, why do I always rely on my mother? Am I so useless that I can't do something for my mother? As soon as I entered the house after school, I heard the sound of cooking. I threw away my schoolbag and ran into the kitchen. Look! Mother is cooking in the kitchen. I think: My mother cooks for me every day. Did I help my mother? I looked at my mother and couldn't help crying: Mom, you have worked hard. Are you tired? "My mother turned around, smiled, touched my head and said to me," My child, my mother is not tired, my child is fine! Hearing this, my tears fell like a broken chain. I thought, "I must help my mother. I dry my tears, but I can't figure it out. What can I do to help? " I stood at the door of the kitchen, just standing. After a while, I saw that there was only one last dish left. I thought, why don't I help my mother wash the dishes? Thinking, I went to the kitchen in three steps and two steps, cut the dishes wholeheartedly, put them on the dish plate, took them to my mother, and said to her, "Mom, I have cut this dish for you, you can do it!" " "Mom listened, turned around slowly, with tears in her eyes, and said happily," Son, when you grow up, you can help your mother cut vegetables and get rice. Looks like I didn't give birth to you for nothing! Mom, we all dried our tears and hugged each other. At this time, I am happy and excited. My mother said, "Son, I knew you were an independent child. You will get rid of the bad habit of reaching for clothes and eating with your mouth open!" " After listening to my mother, my heart was crossed. Unconsciously, we spent another noon in happy laughter ... yeah! As long as we can understand our mother and do something for her, for example, helping her serve food, washing her feet and pouring water, all these can reflect our mind! Mom will certainly praise us after we help her. If she is happy, we will be equally happy. Isn't that great?
One thing I did for my mother on Mother's Day, I wrote 400 words.
This morning, when I was full, I said to my mother, "Mom, I'll help you with the dishes, the pots and the chopsticks!" " "Mother said happily," good! "My mother said, I put the bowl chopsticks pot away, and then I went to brush.
After brushing, I went to my mother and said to her, "Mom, I'll help you mop the floor again!" " Mother said inexplicably, "Good! Hey, why are you so nice today? " I replied to my mother: "Mom, I have grown up and I am no longer your baby. I should share some housework with you! " "Mom said happily," Good! " Then I go to wash the mop. I sang and rinsed the mop, and the water spilled all over the floor. I didn't want to do it at that time, but I thought: I should share housework with my mother when I grow up.
Thinking about it, I started working again. Time passed slowly, and I also took off my layer. After taking off, I was sweating all over.
After I went downstairs, I deeply realized that my mother must be very tired to do these housework every day. I have been doing it for half an hour, so I am very tired. What's more, my mother does these housework every day? I must help my mother do more housework in the future! Help my mother do housework, and I know that I have to do everything wholeheartedly.
Here, I want to say to my mother: "Mom, I love you forever!" " "Suddenly another week passed. After finishing my homework and playing for a while, I soon got tired of playing. At this time, I saw my mother at work, and suddenly an idea came to my mind to help my mother do some housework to relieve her fatigue.
What can I do for my mother? Washing clothes? Cutting vegetables? Tidy up your house. "Hey, that's a good idea.
"This time depends on my brilliant! I'll put things in order first. Yesterday, my sister came. She threw away the toys and didn't put them back when she left, so I had to pick them up and put them back one by one.
After the toys are set, I have to tidy up the house.
I used to think it was easy to make the bed, but I didn't know how difficult it was until I tried! Pull up that corner, it's crooked. Pull up that corner, it's crooked again. I thought about how my mother used to lay it. By the way, just pull two corners.
I tried it and it was put down.
Just when I didn't know what I was doing, my eyes inadvertently fell on the floor. There were a lot of dirty things on the ground, so I took a cold bath with it! It's really troublesome. I am too tired to stand up after work.
Through today's housework, I know that my parents are very tired every day. They cook and wash clothes for me every day. As for me, I live a life of reaching for clothes to eat.
In order to relieve my parents' fatigue, I decided to help them do some housework every day to relieve their fatigue.
I hope the above answer can be adopted. Thank you.
Mom's hand 600-word composition
Thanks to mother: at night, everything is so quiet. I woke up from the boundless darkness, shaking all over.
At this time, I am so helpless, like a caged bird, isolated from the world.
Suddenly, a ray of light shot into the room from the crack of the door and shone on my face, eliminating my fear.
Looking at my mother's kind eyes, I silently said, "thank you, mom!" " "The sun shines on the earth, and a cry brings me from darkness to light and to this beautiful world. I was greeted by an angel-like mother, who brought me to this beautiful world and taught me the truth of being a man.
I can't forget that my mother braved the torrential rain to send me an umbrella, but she was soaked to the skin. I can't forget that when I had a high fever, my mother carried me and my bag on her back, running up and down the seventh floor; I can't forget that when I didn't bring my homework, my mother took a small exercise book for me at the risk of being expelled. I can't forget what my mother did for me in 14 years ... It was a Saturday when I was only eight years old, sitting in a chair in my mother's office, singing and waiting for my mother to get off work.
However, if I wait around and wait for my mother to get off work, I can't go out to play.
So, I pulled my mother's corner impatiently: "Mom, can I go out to play with my sister over there?" "yes! Then you follow your sister downstairs.
That's right. Be safe.
My mother asked anxiously.
"Oh, I see.
"I should casually, can't wait to pull my sister downstairs.
But where to go? We walked along the road for a long time without a destination.
Suddenly, I had an epiphany: "Come on, sister, I'll take you to a good place.
"In a short time, we arrived at the so-called" good place "-"dragon head ".
Looking at the piles of golden sand on the ground, I jumped with excitement.
Time, like a naughty child, slips away in a blink of an eye.
It's almost noon, but we have no intention of stopping. We are still busy painting "sand paintings" and building castles.
Just then, my mother's uncle came here on a motorcycle. "So you are all here, get on the bus.
Hengcheng, your mother has been looking for you for a long time. She's been hanging up looking for you everywhere. She's going crazy! "Uncle said loudly.
I met my mother at the door.
In the gale, my mother's hair was irregularly scattered on her back, and she looked very nervous and tired.
Clothes are messy, eyes are red and dull, and there is no old look and spring breeze.
As soon as she saw me, she ran to me with tears in her eyes: "Where have you been, son?" Mom has been looking for you for a long time! "I silently shed tears in my mother's arms and repented for my ignorance and selfishness.
Thank my mother for giving me life; Thanks to my mother for teaching me a lot; Thank my mother for everything she has done for me.
Mom, I love you! Please correct me, don't hit me.
In addition, this composition also invested in feelings!
I learned how to write a composition about cutting vegetables.
I learned to cut vegetables "Chen Wenjing, Chen Wenjing ..." There was a rhythmic sound of cutting vegetables in the kitchen.
The voice is high and low, urgent and slow, very beautiful.
Who cuts vegetables here? You must think it's my mother. If you think so, it's all wet. You know, I study hard how to cut vegetables ... I don't know how envious I am when I see my mother cut vegetables quickly and neatly. My heart has been itching, and I have always wanted to learn to cut vegetables like my mother.
On this day, the opportunity finally came.
Mom went to buy salt, and I immediately went to the kitchen to cut vegetables like mom.
I was afraid that the food would "run away", so I pressed the food hard with my left hand and took the knife with my right hand.
The knife was too heavy, so I had to release my left hand, hold the knife in both hands and press it hard.
Who knows, just when the knife touched the vegetable, the knife slipped on the chopping board, and the vegetable slipped to the ground, which was a mess and almost cut my hand.
But I am not discouraged.
My mother didn't criticize me when she came back, but told me to pay attention to safety.
To my delight, my mother promised to teach me how to cut vegetables.
She slowed down and explained to me as she cut: how to take a knife and how to take food.
Then, my mother gave me the useless vegetable leaves and asked me to practice on the cutting board with a knife.
In this way, after many practices, I finally cut quickly and well.
If you want to succeed in everything, you must be a man of heart!
Try to help parents do a housework and be a filial person.
work ...
On Sunday afternoon, I was at home alone. I found a lot of rubbish on the table and some scraps of paper on the ground. I think: grandma always says that housework is very tiring and wants me to cherish the fruits of her labor. I want to see if I am tired today.
To start, I'll pick up the paper on the table and throw it in the trash can. Then I put some pens on the table into the pencil box, and then gently wiped the table with a rag.
Although the table is clean, sweeping the floor is inevitable. I'll get the broom first, and gently, the sweeping from front to back is gone, and I'm coquettish again. Really tired, a little inattentive, and soon finished sweeping. After sweeping, I slowly looked at the ground, but … there was still a lot of rubbish, so I swept it again. This time I'm not so-so, but serious. This time I'm clean.
I will mop the floor as a gift. I dragged the mop back and forth first, and then I was done. So I continued to mop the floor and finally took it off, but I also had to finish typing and interrupt. I am really ashamed to think of my grandmother.
Through this matter, I know that only perseverance can do things well. I also know that family members are so tired in housework that we should not destroy it, but share more for our family members.
I learned to cook 400 words for the composition.
I learned 600 words of cooking composition. Today, our home is very lively! Children, do you know why my family is so busy? To tell you the truth, because I want to learn cooking from my mother. Come with me if you want to learn! Early in the morning, I woke up early from my sleep and have been looking forward to the arrival of noon. I must learn to cook today, because I applied to my parents for cooking the night before.
If my parents are not at home one day, I won't starve to death and take care of myself. Listen, what can I do? At eight o'clock ... at nine o'clock ... at ten o'clock, it's finally time to cook.
I happily took the dishes to be washed out of the dish basin and put them under the tap to wash a lot of leaves. I washed the dirty things off the leaves wholeheartedly, and my mother stood by and said, "Wash the vegetables and cut them like me."
"After listening to my mother, I washed it carefully for several times and finally washed the cabbage.
So I cut vegetables with a kitchen knife. At first I thought it would be easy to cut vegetables. I cut the vegetables long and short, stagger and cut them at sixes and sevens.
Mother said, "It is also important to cut a dish well. Some can be cut into strips, some can be cut into pieces and some can be cut into pieces. "
But the shape of the dish must be uniform.
Why don't you use your brain? If you want to do a perfect thing, you must think about it first.
"Hearing this, I feel very ashamed.
I thought: I should concentrate on cutting vegetables and don't think about it.
Cooking has begun. I cleaned the wok, carefully turned on the gas, turned it, and then pressed a switch of the gas stove tightly. The blue gas began to burn.
I used my memory to see how my mother used to cook. Put the oil first, so I poured Jinlong oil on the pot. Unexpectedly, the water in the pot was not completely dry before it touched the oil. I only heard the splash of oil. After a while, when the oil was cooked, I remembered that my mother would put a little salt at this time, so I put it.
The salt crackled when it touched the oil, which scared me. Like firecrackers, I think! I shivered and instantly poured all the freshly cut vegetables into the pot.
"Cha ..." The salt died.
The voice is getting smaller and smaller, and my heart is gradually calming down.
I picked up the shovel and shoveled it, but the food was always bad for my shovel. My mother came over and read my mind. She grabbed the shovel in my hand and said, "Look, turn the food up from the bottom of the pot.
"I listened and took my mother's shovel, shovel, shovel. Listen to me talking to myself Slowly, slowly, I am proficient.
My mother told me to put some spices in it so that the food would be fragrant. Finally, I covered the pot and waited for white smoke to come out of the pot.
I learned how to cook 500 words. Today is March 8th Women's Day. I want to cook a delicious dish to relax my mother.
I want to make shredded potatoes with vinegar! Although this is an ordinary dish, probably everyone has eaten it, but there is a lot of knowledge in it! I took out three fresh potatoes without buds. It is said that people with buds will get food poisoning.
First, wash the mud on the potato surface, peel it off, split it on the chopping board, slice it first, then shred it, and soak it in clean cold water for a while, so that some starch in the potato shreds can be soaked out, otherwise the fried potato shreds will not be crisp.
Brush the pan, open the fire to dry, and then add three spoonfuls of peanut oil. When the oil is hot, put the shredded potatoes into the pot and stir-fry with high fire. When the wok is half cooked, add a little soy sauce and more vinegar, and stir well. When it is 80% ripe, add proper amount of salt and monosodium glutamate, and then add chopped green onion and Jiang Mo. Turn off the heat and take it out after frying.
After frying, I saw it was burnt. After repeated analysis, I know why I was burned. First, my fire is too hot. Second, I cook unevenly and move too slowly; Third, there is no water in the frying process, and the starch is diluted in time.
So I fried the pot.
It's so simple to watch my mother cook at ordinary times, but it's so difficult to actually do it! Today, I really realized the meaning of the sentence "It seems easy, but it is difficult to do".
When I used to eat my mother's cooking, I often said, "What's the name of this dish? How can it taste so bad! Let me cook, it will be delicious.
"Now I dare not say that sentence, because I really realize that cooking is not a simple thing, and it is too difficult to master the cooking temperature.
After summing up my own experience of cooking failure, I made shredded potatoes soaked in vinegar. My cooking is much more delicious than before, and my parents praised me.
I learned 400 words of cooking composition. After reading the chapter "Candlelight Dinner" in A Girl's Diary, I had a whim and wanted to learn to cook.
Ran Dongyang in this chapter is in the sixth grade. He can cook delicious candlelight dinner.
I'm in grade five, so I should be able to cook! I said to my mother, "Mom, I ... I want to learn to cook!" " "Mom said in surprise," why do you suddenly want to learn to cook? "Well, I'll teach you.
"When I got to the kitchen, my mother said," Press the button and turn left.
The fire is about to start.
"I did as my mother said, and immediately, the red flame jumped up.
I was about to put the vegetables in the pot when my mother said, "Don't put them in, put the oil in first!" " "Mother said, adding fuel to the pot.
After a while, the oil became hot. When I put the food in the pot, a loud noise came to my ears. I said to my mother, "Mom, it sounds like an explosion."
"Next, we will use a shovel to turn the cooking.
But I dare not, for fear of oil spilling.
My mother saw that I was afraid, so she picked up a spatula and stirred it for me to demonstrate.
I'm not so afraid of oil. "Let me have a try!" I said.
I fried it a few times, and the smell of the food poured into my nose. It smells really good! I added a little monosodium glutamate and salt, and then fried it.
My mother said to me with a plate, "well, you can load the plate."
"I scooped the dishes into the plate, took them to the living room, and shouted," Dinner, dinner! "Dad couldn't wait to pick up chopsticks, took a bite and said," Yes, my daughter is great. This dish is delicious! " "After this incident, I know how hard it is for my mother to cook.
I can finally say proudly, "I can cook!" " "I finished my homework today and saw my mother cooking and preparing to cook. I think, mom! ...
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