Sixth grade jiaozi composition

In daily study, work or life, everyone is familiar with writing. Writing is a verbal activity in which people express their feelings in written form. You always have no way to write a composition? The following are five sixth-grade tangyuan compositions I collected. Welcome to read the collection.

Dragon Boat Festival is coming. Teacher Ge told us that our school would hold a zongzi making activity. I jumped three feet and thought: I can't make zongzi yet. It should be fun!

On Friday morning, as soon as I entered the classroom, I found that the classroom was covered with ribbons. There were two children on the blackboard, both holding zongzi, as if to say that this zongzi was delicious! Balloons are hung at the front and back doors. A lively scene.

Jiaozi class started, the teacher of our group-Xu Shuoyuan's grandmother. I saw that Grandma Xu's temples were a little gray and she was a little old, but she was a master at making zongzi. I saw Grandma Xu roll a zongzi into a funnel shape, then put some glutinous rice, fold it up, and finally wrap it with a rope. I looked at the dumplings wrapped by Grandma Xu and thought, I thought it was so difficult to wrap dumplings before, but now it looks so simple. I picked up a zongzi leaf, wrapped it, made it into a funnel, and put some sticky rice in it. I can't seem to get through when I want to fold. Pinch left, fold right, pinch right and fold left. It's really this little zongzi leaf that bullied me. Damn it! The tiger showed its arrogance when I was a sick cat. I pinched both sides together, hissed, and the glutinous rice doll came out, lying on the table, as if to show off, "It's no use, I can't even wrap zongzi."

I am not discouraged. I won't do it, I won't stop, I'll make persistent efforts, I've been doing it. The second time, Zongye was much more obedient under my "high-pressure policy", but what about the rope? I have racked my brains and I don't know how to do it. There is no way but to ask grandma Xu. I saw Grandma Xu pick up my unfinished jiaozi and tie the rope three times, five times and twice. "Master, really master!" I admire grandma Xu very much. Next, I enjoyed it and made a lot of zongzi according to Grandma Xu's "unique secret recipe".

How interesting it is to wrap zongzi!

Dragon Boat Festival is a traditional folk festival in memory of Qu Yuan, a great ancient poet. On this day, people will eat zongzi to commemorate him.

Grandma lives in her own home, and we visit her every Dragon Boat Festival. She sat on the sofa and wrapped us meat, jiaozi. Because of my strong curiosity, I sometimes see how grandma makes zongzi. Grandma smiled and said, "why do you always watch me make zongzi?" Do you want to learn? " I nodded yes. "Then I'll teach you!"

Grandma readily agreed. First, prepare pork, zongzi leaves, soy sauce, chicken powder, salt and glutinous rice. First, cut the pork into pieces and soak it in soy sauce, chicken powder and salt. Wash the glutinous rice again until the pork is flooded. You can keep jiaozi. I saw grandma first fold the leaves of Zongzi into an unsealed triangle, put glutinous rice and pork on it, and stack them layer by layer. Then seal the top of the mouth with zongzi leaves, tie it tightly with thread, and you can enter the pot. Now it's my turn. Because it was the first time to make zongzi, I put too much stuffing and it was squeezed out. I put too little stuffing, the zongzi was flat and the thread was too tight, which broke the leaves of the zongzi. When I wrapped the second one, I learned the last lesson, wrapped it slowly, and finally wrapped a zongzi that was almost the same as grandma's.

Through this incident, I understand that we should not only pay attention to the results, but also pay attention to the process, because only the process can bring people a kind of happiness.

Jiaozi Composition 3 of Grade 6: Guizi is in full bloom, thyme is fragrant, and jiaozi is ripe with thyme and rice is fragrant, so I personally package jiaozi!

In the afternoon, I came back from an English class. As soon as I entered the door, a burst of rice fragrance came at me from the kitchen. I seem to be floating. I walked slowly into the kitchen. As soon as I entered the kitchen door, I heard a loud shout: "Zhezhe, come back!" " I looked up and was dumbfounded. I saw my mother's quick hand and quick eye, and she packed two or three jiaozi a minute. I suddenly remembered the homework assigned by the teacher and said loudly, "Mom, let me pack some zongzi, too!" " No, at first, my mother firmly opposed it, but under my soft grinding and hard foam, my mother had to let me try a few bags.

At first, I was full of energy and began to wrap jiaozi with zongzi leaves, but I only wrapped two, and I was already listless. When I took another zongzi leaf, my mother held my hand and said in a somewhat pleading tone, "Don't pack jiaozi, go and play!" I looked down and was blindsided. Those two zongzi are like complete zongzi, like fish escaping from the net! Everyone grinned, revealing white rice grains! The other is more exaggerated. It's as big as a zongzi leaf, but I only filled in a little rice and didn't even put the candied dates in it!

I started cooking. First I cooked for more than ten minutes, and then I was bored for half an hour. I was dumbfounded as soon as I opened the pot, petrified aside, and it took a long time to recover. There is only one leaf left in my jiaozi, and the stuffing has flowed into the pot!

From making zongzi, I learned that genius needs to pay 1% wisdom and 99% sweat. Kung Fu is practiced step by step, just like my mother's quick hand and quick eye when making zongzi!

Today, I went to my aunt's house It's disappointing that my younger brother is not at home, and I have to be a "general" without a "soldier". But when I look at the table, it's Zongye!

I was so happy that I pestered my aunt to teach me how to make zongzi. Menstruation had no choice but to promise to teach me how to make zongzi.

Finally, I started making zongzi. My aunt first taught me to roll the leaves of zongzi into a round funnel shape, which was easy, but I didn't finish it for a long time. I have to ask my aunt. It turned out that I was a little too impatient, and I could never form it. So, I had to calm down and roll it up carefully, oh!

Finally completed the first step. I continued to make zongzi, and my aunt grabbed glutinous rice into the "funnel" by hand. I also learned to grab rice into the "funnel" like her. Finally, the last step-capping, I saw my aunt cover the remaining leaves on the exposed glutinous rice, and it was finished. I also finished the first zongzi.

Aunt couldn't help laughing when she took out the zongzi. I walked over and saw that all the corners of my dumplings were leaking rice, ha!

Dragon Boat Festival is my dream day, because my grandmother promised to teach me how to make zongzi, so it naturally has a different meaning to me.

After getting up in the morning, washing and dressing, I was hungry and ran to the restaurant. I saw that there was no big breakfast on the table, but glutinous rice, long leaves, and some colorful meat and vegetables mixed together to make stuffing. I immediately flew into a rage. I ran to the kitchen and asked my grandmother angrily, "Grandma, who will be a guest at home today?" Or any special day? Why don't you cook these leaves and eat them? ""Silly girl, today is the Dragon Boat Festival. " "ah! How did I forget? " "Let's go! Silly girl, the whole family is mobilized! " "Do what?" "Bao jiaozi!" I cheered. I don't know how to make zongzi, and I don't know how to make it. However, with nine incense burners, the little girl had to bite the bullet and do it regardless.

Grandma steamed the glutinous rice, steamed the pork belly and wrapped it one by one. Although I pretend to be decent, I still can't escape grandma's critical eyes. "Silly girl, don't you understand? Let me teach you, first overlap the leaves, separate them a little, then put the glutinous rice in the palm of your hand, and then ... "Although I heard it in a daze, I still understood it, and then I did very well. After a while, a small zongzi was born. Although it looks pessimistic, people can't judge by appearances, and the sea water can't be measured. I pay attention to inner beauty. Then, I made several more, one better and one bigger. "Goodbye, my zongzi." Before I finished eating, I was sent to the steamer by my grandmother.

"wow! It smells good! " Eating your own dumplings has a special taste in your heart!