Describe the composition about eating.

1. There is a composition about eating noodles. On Saturday, my father took me to Wu Dong noodle restaurant to eat noodles.

As soon as I entered the door, I found that Wu Dong noodle restaurant had an antique taste. The window is a flower window, the table is imitation mahogany, and even the waiter is dressed like an ancient shopkeeper. Sitting inside, I feel like an old Suzhou.

I know my way around first and ordered a bowl of favorite mushroom noodles. After a while, steaming noodles were served. As before, I went up to smell it first. Wow, it still smells so good! It smells so good that my mouth is watering. I appreciate it carefully. The soup is brown, the chopped green onion is emerald green, and the oil flower is shiny. At first glance, it looks like amber, jade and diamond. Inside is a thin and long white pearl necklace. This is not noodles, it's a treasure chest!

I can't bear it any longer. I immediately picked up chopsticks and happily picked up Bora in the bowl. Noodles are light, soft and tough. The soup is fresh, a little sour and a little sweet. Noodles and soup mixed together, put in your mouth, feel a little light, a little strong, this taste is really intoxicating.

After eating noodles, I wiped my mouth with satisfaction and said happily to my father, "Suzhou people are really good." Eat a bowl of noodles and be a living fairy! "

2. Lonely Mid-Autumn Festival ■ Today is the 15th day of the eighth lunar month, which is one of the traditional festivals in China.

People in China also call Mid-Autumn Festival a reunion festival. On this day, you can sit around the big round table with your relatives and have a happy and noisy reunion dinner.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is particularly round and big, just like a big round table where a family sits together. Many people in China also like to enjoy the moon outdoors with their families after dinner.

The scenery and taste are very harmonious. This year's Mid-Autumn Festival is different from previous years. This year's Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day are on the same day.

For those who are far away from home and have little time to reunite with their relatives, this is a very lucky thing. Moreover, there is a seven-day long holiday on National Day, which is enough for those who seldom get together at ordinary times to get together beautifully.

In the evening, my parents and I went to my grandmother's house for a reunion dinner. Uncle, aunt, uncle, menstruation, and cousin, cousin ... A dozen people in the whole family sat around a big round table and had a reunion dinner.

After dinner, adults chat and play cards. I suggested to my brothers and sisters to go out to enjoy the moon, but no one agreed. Everyone looked at me with surprised eyes.

Cousin and cousin said that they were too busy at work and wanted to go home and rest early. Cousin and cousin said that the senior high school entrance examination is coming soon, and they are nervous about their studies, so they should go home and review their lessons. In a short time, they all went home. Except for the adults "fighting" in the back room, I was the only one left in the living room.

Looking at the adults who are having fun, thinking about their brothers and sisters who have gone home to do their own things, and watching themselves sitting alone in the living room, I suddenly had an idea: What happened to them? Perhaps this idea is naive, everyone has their own things to do. But this rare Mid-Autumn Festival, why not get together and have a chat? I want to go back, but I can't "suffocate" in this narrow space of more than ten square meters, can I? So I went out to see the moon alone tonight.

Walking on the road, I was still thinking that there shouldn't be many people on the street tonight, because the street was very deserted at this time in previous years. I walked to a bridge alone and got a fright as soon as I approached it.

Everyone on the bridge is black! Look at the garden under the bridge, it is also crowded! They are either in groups of three or five, or in groups of seventy or eighty. I can see that they all came out with relatives and friends.

Are they all here to enjoy the moon? I really envy them for enjoying the moon with friends and relatives. And I, alone in this busy crowd, suddenly have a sense of loss, loneliness and emptiness.

What a lonely migratory bird I am in this crowd. Standing on the bridge, holding the railing, looking up at the sky.

The weather is not very good tonight. There is not a star in the black sky, but a hazy moon shrouded in mist.

Without the embellishment of stars and the dependence of stars, the moon is particularly lonely. The moon is not very round tonight. Is it really what people call "the moon of fifteen, the moon of sixteen"? People on the bridge are chatting enthusiastically, and few people look up and admire the moon in the sky.

Perhaps the moon tonight is really not so beautiful, perhaps the enthusiasm for reunion has already drowned the lonely moon. I finally understand that those people are actually "drunk."

But I'm different. I am the only one on this bridge who really enjoys the moon alone. So I will go to see the moon that is not very beautiful in their eyes and enjoy the hazy moon.

Although the mood is not very good, just like that not very bright month. Tonight, the wind on the bridge is very strong.

I couldn't help shivering and suddenly realized how lonely I was in this busy crowd. I dare not watch any more, and I dare not stay here any more.

There seems to be an invisible force driving me. Why do you feel this way? Perhaps the lonely mood at this time can't resist this lively scene at all. I am afraid that this kind of mood, like Leng Yue tonight, will suddenly solidify in this completely opposite scene.

I walked quickly home with my head down. Although I always pass by groups of people on the road, I never look up because I feel more lonely after reading it. Finally, I came home, stood alone on the balcony and opened all the windows.

But I found that the wind seems to have become cool and there is no chill anymore. Look at the moon in the sky, still hazy.

At this time, standing alone on the palm-sized balcony seems to be much more comfortable than enjoying the moon in a busy crowd. Otherwise, how can you feel that the wind has changed? After all, at this time, I only have the hazy moon in my eyes and the whistling wind in my ears. I am lonely on the ground, and the lonely moon is in the sky.

In this way, I looked at the sky and the moon for a long time. It suddenly occurred to me that since I am so lonely, why not go online and have a look? So I quickly opened OICQ.

Wow, there are so many people. For the first time in my history, so many netizens are online at the same time.

Alas, there is no one to talk to in real life, and real life is deserted. I didn't expect it to be completely different as soon as it went online. Not long after I went online, I received many greetings from netizens, "Hello, happy holidays!" " "Good evening and happy Mid-Autumn Festival!" "Hello, it's fate to meet here at this time. I wish you happiness! " It's really touching to see the words of greetings and blessings from those lovely netizens.

Who says the Internet is illusory? Who says the Internet is heartless? Aren't netizens using this illusory and heartless network to distribute their sincere wishes? Didn't this illusory and heartless network bring spiritual comfort when you needed it most? Soon, I also joined the lively online world and had a hearty chat with netizens. Time passed unconsciously for an hour, and the original lonely mood was much better.

But loneliness can't be completely eliminated. After all, I am still facing a machine. Although it has some "body temperature" at this time, the screen is still cold.

I suddenly thought of a question and sent it to several good netizens. "Why are you surfing the Internet at this time? Why not chat with relatives? " Most of their answers are "they are all adults, all have their own careers, and we have nothing in common."

"Oh, I see. It seems that their hearts are actually lonely, so they go online to find someone to chat with.

I remember a netizen once said "boring.

3. On New Year's Eve, the streets are full of colors, and all kinds of fireworks bloom in the night sky of the program. Every family hangs red couplets and sends out the fragrance of New Year's Eve.

The dining table is filled with all kinds of delicious dishes: Huang Chengcheng, hot scrambled eggs, hairy crabs with red oil, red and green carrots and celery, sweet and sour pork ribs, delicious braised pork ... The delicious stewed duck is steaming, the duck meat is soft and waxy, and the elegant duck soup is filled with dried bamboo shoots and mushrooms, which makes people drool.

Dinner is ready! Mom suddenly let out a cry, chopsticks danced around the dining table, and dad put a sweet and sour pork chop in my bowl. I wolfed down my food and my mouth was full of oil. Everyone laughed.

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Holding up the cup full of coke, I smiled and said: Dad, Mom, I wish you all the best in the new year, a better life and good luck every day. The longer you stay, the healthier you will be. Mom and dad also raised their glasses and said, daughter, I wish you a happy new life.

Study hard for a year, make progress every day, and you can learn something by going up a storey still higher. I came to my grandparents again and said with a smile, Grandpa and Grandma, I wish you happiness like the East China Sea and a long life! Then everyone wishes each other, and a word of blessing is in the meal.

The hall echoed, and waves of warm current flowed into my heart.

I really had a good time on New Year's Eve. If every day is New Year's Eve, how wonderful it would be! I know it's just my wishful thinking. After the new year, school will start soon. I should devote myself to the fiery study with greater enthusiasm and strive for better results!

4. The composition about eating misses grandma.

"Get up, you're going to be late." Cried the mother. I rubbed my rambling eyes and muttered, no way. Grandma hasn't called yet. . . . . Suddenly, I realized that I was wrong, because grandma couldn't wake me up for school anymore, and she left. . . . . .

After washing, I have breakfast with my parents. To the south of the square table, there is a pair of empty chopsticks. In the past, when a family ate, I could always hear the hearty laughter of the family and the words of grandma's concern to make me eat more. Today, however, we are all swallowing silently, savoring the days without grandma quietly with our mood.

This is the first day to send grandma away. On this day, the sky was gloomy, rainy and cold.

Grandma died of a sudden myocardial infarction, and even a strong man like my father couldn't help crying when she said goodbye. I seem to be infected by the atmosphere and cry. In my opinion, people's birth, death and illness are natural things, and everyone can't resist them. The living have to live, and the dead will never come back. Sorrow is just a way of mourning, but it doesn't help. However, since my grandmother left, there has been an inexplicable loneliness and emptiness around me, and there is often a shadow in my heart.

Grandma is not the pillar of the family, but she is the core of our family.

Grandma liked to be lively before her death. Therefore, every weekend, my elder sister-in-law comes home to accompany my grandmother. Said to accompany grandma, but nobody paid attention to grandma. Adults are playing mahjong on the table, and children are playing beside them. Whenever this happens, grandma always sits in the plush chair, holding a pipe and closing her eyes. The noise at home is like the sound of nature to grandma.

On the first weekend after grandma died, my elder sister-in-law and they arrived on time.

A dozen people were sitting at the dining table, but the room was terribly quiet. The food has been served, as sweet as grandma's cooking, but it lacks the familiar special taste. Miss husband, who usually talks the most, can't hold back at this moment. He said, "I can't eat my mother's cooking any more!" " "Sister-in-law ruthlessly stared his one eye. There was a deep sob on the dining table. After dinner, everyone began to "entertain" as usual. But it's not as comfortable and cozy as before.

When grandma was here, I didn't feel her presence, only a corpse could be seen. Grandma left, and I really felt her soul. People, that's it, don't cherish it if you have it, and regret it once you lose it.

Ps: My son is in high school. He said he would study abroad because he didn't want to see everything he was already familiar with. . . . . . He is too young to live on his own. Besides, his reasons worry me. I looked for my teacher, hoping to find the answer. The teacher said nothing but gave my son this composition.

After the mother died, my sister's house was a place for our family to reunite, but my son didn't want to go, saying that there was no grandmother and no human feelings. I'm at a loss. . . . . .

Today, as he wished, I moved to another place for him, but my room and heart were empty.

There must be a teacher among middle-aged friends, right? Can you tell me what happened to my son?

Spring Festival is a traditional festival of our Chinese nation. At this time, every family will get together for a reunion dinner. Migrant workers are busy packing their bags, ready to go home, holding a year's salary, and their hearts are warm; We children who have achieved good results are in high spirits, waiting for their parents' praise ... Streets and alleys, community supermarkets, everywhere is a scene of jubilation and excitement.

Today is New Year's Eve. In the early morning, the golden sun shines all over the earth. My mother and I went shopping happily, and the street seemed to change overnight. The streets are full of lanterns and colorful decorations, which are very lively. Every household posted "Daofu", couplets and red lanterns. People dressed in festive costumes, with smiles on their faces, went to various markets, some shopping, some watching, and there was a happy and detailed scene.

At 8 pm, the Spring Festival Gala begins. Our family sat in front of the TV to watch the Spring Festival Gala. The program of the party is wonderful: beautiful and moving songs, humorous sketches and funny cross talk. All kinds of programs dazzle me.

"Dangdang Dangdang ..." As the New Year bell rings, fireworks will ring together. My father and I took out the fireworks we had already prepared and lit the fireworks tube. We only heard a loud noise. A fireworks bomb rose into the air and exploded in an instant. The exploding fireworks look like a beautiful lotus with petals flying in the air. At this time, fireworks are ejected from the fireworks tube, flashing in the sky like countless bright and dazzling meteors ... There are other fireworks in the sky, some of them. Loud firecrackers, brilliant fireworks, flying in the sky, all kinds of colors, embellishing the sky into a flower, the night sky suddenly became dazzling. At this time, the scene was surrounded by the melody of laughter, firecrackers, shouts and music. It's really lively.