A composition with the theme of annual taste

In our daily study, work or life, we always come into contact with writing. Writing can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our minds and think about our future direction. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following is my composition on the topic of annual flavor for everyone. Welcome to read the collection.

Many people think that China chose integration in the trend of the times, leaving traditional culture behind, and lost the outstanding essence of 5,000 years in international conferences. For example, the Korean Dragon Boat Festival shows that China people do not cherish and respect their own culture, and the following question is: Is the Spring Festival, the most traditional festival in China, drifting away?

On my side, on the 26th to 29th day of the lunar calendar, every household will dress up their own threshold and compete to invite others to have New Year's wine, which symbolizes the boundary between last year and this year, and also means that the New Year will be spent hand in hand. There is joy of Chinese New Year everywhere. Spring Festival couplets should be posted on New Year's Eve, and last year's ones should be torn off, so that this year's vigorous brushwork can accompany a spring and autumn. Paste, brush waving, this family spirit has been fully reflected. In the evening, the family sit together, watch the Spring Festival Gala, eat melon seeds and wait for the countdown.

On the first day of my family outing, I wandered the mountains and rivers and marveled at the wonderful workmanship. The day passed happily. I still eat wine on the second and third day of the first month, but I changed my name and called it the first month wine. Red envelopes should be collected. When adults are embarrassed, children's faces are filled with happy smiles. On the fifth day of the fourth grade, he was forcibly dragged to row a dragon boat. This is different from the Dragon Boat Festival, and it is more inclined to decorate dragons. All kinds of woodcut figures, mostly from the four classical novels and the Sui and Tang Dynasties, are fixed on a long flat wood with vivid shapes and expressions. Guan Yu rode a thousand miles of wood carving alone, flying long beard and urgent expression, all of which seemed to make people feel the troubled times of the Three Kingdoms. After a while, the dragon boat started, mainly relying on the dragon head. I just need to carry it symbolically at 2 1. Having said that, it's hard to walk when it rains in Mao Mao in early spring. Occasionally, the dragon boat is brought up, followed by the dragon body, and the bells hanging in various positions jingle, which is spectacular! Every time we pass a house, the family will come out to set off firecrackers to celebrate, light a bunch of rice stalks called "stepping on the red" and pin the New Year on the fire. People who pay attention to it will also sprinkle some glutinous rice to show their blessing to the dragon boat rowers.

Before running to the ancestral temple, the dragon boat will stop for a while to worship the ancestors. Go to the temple, kneel down, worship and pray for the coming year. When the team is ready to go again, they should row the dragon boat for a while until the designated family stops. Then Mr. Special came out to show the achievements of each family in turn (paying money in advance, of course), worship the dragon boat and pray for the ancestors.

Is the taste of China really getting weaker? I don't think so. See the dragon boat, Spring Festival and Chinese New Year here. These words, which are closely related to the Chinese nation, are always embedded in everyone's heart.

Composition 2 on the topic of the taste of the year, "In addition to firecrackers in a year, the spring breeze from send warm enters Tu Su."

"New Year! Chinese New Year! " The cheerful cries of children outside the window tell me that this long-awaited festival is in …

In order to protect the environment, it is forbidden to set off fireworks and firecrackers during the Spring Festival in Nanjing, but this has not affected the happy atmosphere of the Spring Festival. We can feel the happiness of the New Year from many traditional customs.

Every Spring Festival, the family will put on new clothes like children, which is very lively. Look! The western azaleas in the living room are in full bloom, and the faint fragrance permeates the home; The red lanterns on the balcony are not lonely, showing a festive smile; The unique window grilles and various blessings on the windows indicate a happy and happy coming year. There is a strong flavor of the year everywhere!

Every Spring Festival, I can temporarily put down my homework and have a good time for a few days. My mother will buy me new clothes, give me lucky money, take me to visit my grandparents, visit relatives and play various games with my cousins.

Every Spring Festival, what excites me most is all kinds of delicious food, different families and different tastes, which makes me have a full meal and endless aftertaste. But with so many delicious foods, the one that really makes me feel the most meaningful and can taste the flavor of the year is "Qian jiaozi".

Jiaozi during the Spring Festival is different from usual. Our family is very particular about eating "Qian jiaozi" during the Spring Festival. Although the appearance of "Qian jiaozi" is no different from that of normal jiaozi, its stuffing is unique, including not only delicious meat and vegetables, but also clean coins. Usually, there will be three or five "Qian jiaozi" in a pot of jiaozi. Whoever eats more "Qian jiaozi" will have a good omen for the coming year.

I still remember the scene of eating "Qian jiaozi" during the Spring Festival last year. Early in the morning, before it was fully bright, I jumped out of bed with a grunt and made a package of "Qian jiaozi" with my grandparents. I also specially pressed the dumpling skin to make a mark, but after jiaozi cooked it, I was dumbfounded. Jiaozi is fat in vain, almost, and I can't find my "money Jiaozi" anymore. I have to let nature take its course and see my luck. After eating several times in a row, there was no "money jiaozi". I'm a little unwilling to take "tactics". I began to look for jiaozi, which is very dark and big, and the shape of a coin can be seen faintly. The first one is not. What about the second one? At the moment I bit jiaozi, something hard bit my teeth, thinking that I had gained something. When I saw that it was a coin, I cried happily: "money!" One yuan! " The whole family laughed along!

Dad said that after more than 40 years of reform and opening up, the people have lived a good life, and the food, clothing, housing and transportation during the Spring Festival are almost the same as usual. The thick flavor of the year in memory needs to be savored.

"Thousands of families trade new peaches for old ones every day!"

The Spring Festival is coming, and the scene of the Spring Festival will come into my dream in the dead of night. Although this year is a little different, the scene of Chinese New Year is getting clearer and brighter.

Hours are full of firecrackers. At the beginning of the winter vacation, grandparents began to set salted fish and bacon, and it was also essential to cook a meal. Sticky rice cakes in the pot will turn into golden desserts with some sugar, which is the horn of the beginning of the new year. However, taxi is a technical job. If you push too hard, your arm will be bored in a short time. If you push too hard, the viscosity of the bus will not be shown. When I was a child, it was not as high as a table. I lift the hammer awkwardly, but every time I watch it hit somewhere else under the weight of the hammer. It caused a burst of laughter from the adults.

As the Spring Festival approaches, the firecrackers downstairs are getting louder and louder. When I was very young, I saw other people holding various celebrations on the river beach, including lion dance, dragon dance and fireworks. With a whoosh, a firecracker went up into the sky and opened the most colorful flowers. Boys like to throw whips. I accidentally threw a small whip in front of adults. Although there will definitely be a burst of criticism in the end, no one will stop playing firecrackers because of the reprimand of adults.

Near the New Year's Eve, every household has started a welcome activity-eating New Year's Eve. At this time, the younger generation at home will pay a New Year call to their elders, and then show off in front of friends with red envelopes. Another toddler brother, unwilling to lag behind, bowed to his elders in an exemplary manner, making the old people tremble with laughter. Eating New Year's Eve is undoubtedly the most lively. At the dinner table, everyone cheered and blessed each other. A year's hard work finally stopped at this time, and everyone's tired face was full of knowing smiles. Children will be surprised for a long time when they see their long-lost friends.

On New Year's Eve, we began to clean the house in the morning. You clean the windows and I mop the floor. Everyone erased the old year in an orderly way and couldn't wait to put on new clothes. Cleaning windows is undoubtedly the most interesting. The fog in winter blurs the glass, but I can see the graffiti of family members passing by outside the window, some with blessing words and some with lovely cartoons. And I have always been an abstract painting, no one can understand it, but I am not abrupt.

Close to 12, there is a familiar zero countdown on TV. Dad always goes downstairs to light the brightest and loudest firecrackers at home to make a good start for the new year. /kloc-at 0/2 o'clock, the endless firecrackers woke up the earth, and tonight is destined to be a sleepless night. Although flogging has been banned since last year, the cheerful scenes of flogging always appear in dreams when I was a child. In order to keep my promise, I made up my mind to keep a complete age every time, but just after one or two o'clock, my eyelids began to fight. I couldn't resist the temptation of sleeping insects and fell asleep on the sofa. However, the lights at home will stay on until dawn.

What I am looking forward to most is to open the curtains in the New Year and find that it is white outside. Although I haven't had such an experience for a long time, I am still full of expectations for the snow in the new year. Red should be the brightest color in the New Year.

In the new year, I smell your fragrance again.

Composition 4 On the topic of the taste of the year, I sat in the room and looked at the street in the yard through the screen window.

Sparse three or two people sped by on motorcycles, and a light rain in the afternoon made the already light first day even colder. Occasionally, a gunshot from nearby can remind people of 30 nights. Fireworks bloom overhead, competitors suddenly look up and see the most beautiful moment, and the time of scattering is from blooming to withering.

This year, because my grandmother died, I went back to my hometown for the New Year. I thought the New Year in town would be crowded with people, whips and guns, and it would have a taste of the past. However, from yesterday to today, there was only a pungent smell of sulfide in the gunfire, which made it difficult to breathe.

At about eight o'clock in the morning, people come to pay New Year greetings one after another. A man hung a whip, saluted and left. Upstairs, listening to the thunder outside the yard, boring.

I remember last night, three people sat together and said that they would watch the Spring Festival Gala together. As a result, my mother fell asleep at nine o'clock, and my father was seriously texting. So I also started chatting with my classmates on my mobile phone.

Late at night, the party ended. I stood alone on the balcony watching the fireworks in my neighbor's house.

Spring is chilly, and the biting wind makes people shrink their necks. This is a new year.

Facing the fireworks all over the sky, I smiled and made a wish at the beginning of each year. My parents are healthy and everything goes well, but there may be another blessing for 20xx: a great victory in the college entrance examination.

The zero-point screen on QQ is a variety of Year of the Sheep blessings. Regardless of length, all praise.

I remember a few years ago, when there was no ban on whipping in Wuhan, my father always took me downstairs to shoot 12 on time. At that time, the New Year was celebrated with guns every year. Cover your ears, shout and jump around.

In the first day of junior high school, relatives and friends at home paid New Year greetings and sat at a table together to play mahjong. Sometimes, when people are short, they will pull me out of my position. At noon, a group of people gathered for dinner, and there was a plate of fish, which read "more than one year" and was not allowed to eat. After this happens, it is inevitable that relatives will ask about all aspects of the situation, achievements and life. Therefore, the biggest headache when I was a child was that I didn't do well in the final exam. Later, my elderly relatives knew that I was in high school, and they all comforted me that the pressure should not be too great, so just let nature take its course. I suddenly found myself growing up, and people and things have changed. Secretly happy for a long time.

After the reunion dinner, I will eat jiaozi at home. Although I never make buns, I eat jiaozi one by one. I slowly shovel up the white jiaozi with a shovel, then pour some oil on it, add some vinegar and soy sauce. Pork and cabbage are chewed.

Whenever I hear the word "Chinese New Year", these memories will follow.

However, the older you get, the weaker you feel. The street is quiet, and there is no one over the busy road. People who don't see the dragon and lion dances can't see all the smiles and greetings.

Perhaps it is because people are too preoccupied and too nervous to observe their studies, or it may be that the times are changing and the transmission of world changes is gradually changing.

I think the annual flavor of the town. Celebrate every precious and happy New Year with mom and dad.

Find the taste of the year again.

Composition 5 on the topic of the taste of the year sitting in the room looking at the street outside the courtyard through the screen window.

Sparse three or two people sped by on motorcycles, and a light rain in the afternoon made the already light first day even colder. Occasionally, a gunshot from nearby can still remind people of 30 nights. Fireworks bloom overhead, and competitors suddenly look up to see the most beautiful moment, and the time of scattering ranges from blooming to withering.

This year, because my grandmother died, I went back to my hometown for the New Year. I thought the town would be full of people, whips and gunshots at the annual meeting, which would have a taste of the past. However, from yesterday to today, there was only a pungent smell of sulfide in the gunfire, which made it difficult to breathe.

At about eight o'clock in the morning, people come to pay New Year greetings one after another. A man hung a whip, saluted and left. Upstairs, listening to the thunder outside the yard, boring.

I remember last night, three people sat together and said that they would watch the Spring Festival Gala together. As a result, my mother fell asleep at nine o'clock, and my father was seriously texting. So I also started chatting with my classmates on my mobile phone.

Late at night, the party ended. I stood alone on the balcony watching the fireworks in my neighbor's house.

Spring is chilly, and the biting wind makes people shrink their necks. This is a new year.

Facing the fireworks all over the sky, I smiled and made a wish at the beginning of each year. My parents are healthy and everything goes well, but there may be another blessing for 20xx: a great victory in the college entrance examination.

The zero-point screen on QQ is a variety of Year of the Sheep blessings. Regardless of length, all praise.

I remember a few years ago, when there was no ban on whipping in Wuhan, my father always took me downstairs to shoot 12 on time. At that time, the New Year was celebrated in the sound of guns every year. Cover your ears, shout and jump around.

On the second day of junior high school, relatives and friends at home pay New Year greetings and sit at the same table to play mahjong. Sometimes the lack of people will pull me out of my position. At noon, a group of people gathered for dinner, including preserved fish and bacon ... and a plate of fish with "more than a year" left, which was not allowed to be eaten. After this happens, it is inevitable that relatives will ask about all aspects of the situation, achievements and life. Therefore, the biggest headache when I was a child was that I didn't do well in the final exam. Later, my elderly relatives knew that I was in high school, and they all comforted me that the pressure should not be too great, so just let nature take its course. I suddenly found myself growing up, and people and things have changed. Secretly happy for a long time.

After the reunion dinner, I will eat jiaozi at home. Although I never make buns, I eat jiaozi one by one. I slowly shovel up the white jiaozi with a shovel, then pour some oil on it, add some vinegar and soy sauce. Pork and cabbage are chewed.

Whenever I hear the word "Chinese New Year", these memories will follow.

However, the older you get, the weaker you feel. The street is quiet, and there is no one over the busy road. No dragon and lion dances, no smiling greetings.

Perhaps it is because people are too preoccupied and too nervous to observe and learn, or it may be that times are changing and the transmission of world changes is gradually changing.

I think I must see the annual flavor of the town when I have the opportunity in the future. Celebrate every precious and happy New Year with mom and dad.

Find the traces of the year again.

I stood on the stone steps in front of the old house and took a deep breath. When I exhale, my nose is full of wet mud, and then I smell it, and there is a faint smell of hay. This is a very special smell, but I am not familiar with the smell of smoke in the city, but it makes me very kind.

This is the smell of the countryside! After a year's absence, I once again stood on the land where my ancestors were raised, greedily breathing the earthy but inseparable air.

Two hours ago, at five o'clock in the morning on the first day of New Year's Day, I was still in the parking lot complaining about why my father got up so early and went back to his hometown. I thought it was "Chinese New Year" to spend New Year's Eve with my family and relatives, so why go back to my hometown? However, at this moment, I seem to understand something.

Listen, what's that noise? "Scrambling-"Through the thin morning fog and slight drizzle, long-lost familiar firecrackers came in the distance. Friends who have lived in the city for a long time, how long has it been since you heard such a fierce and enthusiastic voice? It beats your eardrum and the New Year bell!

"Come on, let's go to the grave." Father stood on the ridge in the distance and waved to me. Back home, my father's local accent could not help popping up.

Going to the grave is one of the things that must be done during the Spring Festival, and it is also my biggest worry. I can't help smiling at the mud without any edge in front of me. Who was enjoying the smell of the earth just now?

I put my foot out on the ground soaked by the spring rain and printed a shoe print perfectly. You can't have it both ways. I gritted my teeth and walked down. Rain has really added a lot of trouble to grave-sweeping activities. When soil meets water, it will not only stick to shoes, but also become slippery. It will be difficult to "foot" through countless fields and alleys that are only one person wide in the future. The tragic experience of falling into the paddy field as a child reappears in my mind, making my legs and feet weak.

But I cannot and will not give up. Only when there is soil is the countryside, and only when there is stickiness is the root, will it be counted as "year".

When I was a child, I didn't understand why there was a cemetery. My ancestors' tombstones were all in the ground. Those graves are located between fields, only two rows at most, so they are scattered. Take a long and narrow ridge every year. The old people said that the last tomb would go around the village. Later, I understood this sentence. After death, our ancestors don't want to leave the land on which they live. They should continue to protect this land that has raised generations.

Even if I have to get up early, even if I have to walk a lot, I never miss the grave sweeping on New Year's Day. Only in the new year will we come back, and only in the new year will we have a chance to smell the soil that feeds us.

Now the countryside is bleak, even during the Spring Festival, it is not very lively. Nearly half of the people in the village have closed their doors, and the locks have long rusted. I understand my parents' intentions. Although we have settled in the city for a long time, we should still remember that our roots are still deeply rooted in the soil, and we should not and will not pull them up.

That faint earthy smell is my taste of the year.

As soon as we entered the twelfth lunar month, the sky in the village began to be filled with more and more mellow flavor of the year. "Twenty-nine, Steamed Steamed Steamed Bread", in the northern rural areas, steamed bread, jiaozi, fried steamed bread, twist and other pasta are the main force of the Spring Festival, and every household should prepare a laundry list full. When I was a child, all kinds of delicious and delicate noodles were the most profound taste of the year in my memory.

Mother's steamed buns are a must in the village. At that time, my family was still poor, so my mother spread white flour, corn flour and sweet potato flour into a big cake, carefully folded it, rolled it up, and cut it into rolls with a knife. It was white, red and yellow, layer by layer, delicious and beautiful. Sometimes when steaming oil rolls, my mother will sprinkle chopped green onion or pepper noodles on the noodles, evenly spread a layer of sesame oil, and then roll them up layer by layer to make them into the shape of petals. I tore them a little when I ate them. I can't help drooling when I think about it now. But my favorite is steamed buns with bean stuffing. My mother steamed sweet potatoes and cowpeas in advance. Sweet potatoes should be peeled to make mud, but beans should be completely peeled. Stir the two together, add two spoonfuls of sugar, and make a pot of Wangdou stuffing. My sister and I often stay by the pot, grab a handful when she is not looking, run whether it is hot or not, and fill the mouth first. Mother was so distressed that she scooped a bowl for each of us and smiled and watched us eat. Steamed bean-stuffed buns are sweet in the outside, which is the yearning for a better life at that time and the sweetest taste of the year.

When I grow up, my mother still steams steamed buns as before. From morning till night, she always steamed a "steamed bread mountain". There is no refrigerator at home, and often after five minutes, the steamed bread is cracked and difficult to swallow. I advised her to steam less and buy some outside. My mother always shakes her head and always says that the bean stuffing sold outside is expensive and unpalatable, and there is no taste of Chinese New Year.

The days passed day by day. After I got married, I bought a house and stopped living with my parents. Every year during the Spring Festival, my mother often sends us steamed buns with more and more patterns, including vegetarian meat, red beans and sweet potatoes. My daughter-in-law likes eating these steamed buns very much, but I don't think so. On the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, just when I got home, my daughter-in-law told me that my parents had come to send me Chinese New Year's steamed stuffed buns with my favorite bean paste. I felt a slight quiver in my heart. I have worked in villages and towns for so long that I have never been home since the twelfth lunar month. I took a bite of hot bean stuffing steamed buns made by my wife, and there was a long-lost smell between my lips and teeth.

On New Year's Eve, I took my wife and children home and reported my work to my father. My mother handed me hot bean stuffing all night, saying it was reserved for me. As soon as my eyes got hot, I hurried to get a bowl. The original flavor of growing up with me is not the soft and sweet taste, but my mother's constant concern for me.

Topic of 8-year-old composition: Green bamboo and mountain flowers greet spring and welcome the spring. Spring Festival, under the sunshine of winter, comes to us, and the taste of New Year comes with it. What's the taste of Chinese New Year?

Fireworks smell like gunpowder.

How important it is to welcome the new year! Usually, people will set off a firecracker to express their inner excitement and joy. There are many kinds of fireworks, and all kinds of patterns emerge one after another, which is dazzling. Dumping guns, ten miles of red, and a single spark are all popular. However, these are not beautiful. The beautiful thing is that the "fire tree and silver flower" lit the fuse. Three, two, one, with a loud noise, a series of sparks splashed everywhere. At first, one or two colorful flowers appeared in the sky, and then a huge Zijin waterfall appeared, flowing thousands of miles. Then, several beams of light formed a circle, which spread from the periphery bit by bit, and suddenly exploded with a bang, making the night as bright as day. Finally, the parachute, like magic, sprayed colorful smoke and floated down with a flashing paper tape, causing excited screams.

Ink flavor of couplets in New Year pictures

On New Year's Eve, red couplets and upside-down "blessings" will be posted on the doors of every household to pray for peace and happiness in the new year. Some people also bought New Year pictures to hang on the wall as decoration. There are many kinds of New Year pictures in life, such as lion dancing, setting off fireworks, having a reunion dinner, buying new year's goods and exchanging greetings. The figures are vivid and radiant, and each painting is an amazing artistic treasure.

Piaoxiang dishes taste

In the eyes of elders, the most important thing for the New Year is this New Year's Eve dinner. First, put on twelve dishes, first worship the ancestors and pray for their blessing. Then, everyone sat down, eating and laughing, mostly looking forward to the coming year. When I was eating, with the shouts of the chef, it was delicious and delicious, and bowls of nectar and jade kept rolling on the big round table full of dishes. Braised pork elbow, taro pot, mushroom platter and stewed mushrooms with chicken ... like the flat peach banquet of the Queen Mother. Everyone enjoyed the delicious food, but my eyes swept the table and I didn't know where to put the first pair of chopsticks. Hmm (expressing hesitation, etc.) ... sweet and sour pork ribs, that's you! As soon as my hand was stretched and shrunk, a piece of sugar juice was about to drip down. The full ribs reached my mouth and I swallowed them. After killing it with a hungry tiger, I was in a good mood and had a big appetite. I ate three bowls of rice in a row. According to my mother, I ate unsightly food, like a lion hungry for three days, "sweeping" in the butcher shop.

What's the taste of Chinese New Year? Now, I can tell you that the taste of the New Year is happiness, peace, harmony and stability!