Eating peanuts is an ordinary composition of 570 words.

He Laoshi gave each of us a peanut, so let's have a good look.

The peanuts I sent looked like pods, dried and crunchy potato chips. Look carefully, there are many small holes on the surface, all kinds. The middle part is bulging, and there are lovely peanut babies hidden inside.

Peanut has a skin, red, thin and soft. Peanuts are hidden in the innermost layer. It is like a shy little girl, blushing red, as if it were redder than the sunset glow.

I smell peanuts. They smell good. My mouth is watering. I ate one. It's delicious. Peanuts jumped around in my mouth like athletes, but three times five divided by two was "done" I ate another one, yeah! It's so salty, isn't it too wet? Peanuts are salty, huh? Is it sweet? Oh, I remember, peanuts are bitter first and then sweet, and life is bitter first and then sweet!

I looked at the peanuts carefully and there was only one left. That is round and sharp, like the head of a bird. That bird is very light. When the wind blows, it flies and falls.

This is peanuts. I like to eat them. I prefer to write while eating.

When I seriously taste peanuts for the first time, I feel that everything I do will have a aftertaste. Today, the peanuts I tasted told me.