Cuitang people's composition

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Sugar Blower Composition 1 Drink three thousands of feet, I want to eat sugar man, too. Sugar man is delicious, and the production technology is also full of praise.

There are many sugar sellers in Beijing, and these craftsmen set up stalls on the roadside: a small pot of sugar water is yellow in color, but some are golden yellow, transparent and tasteless. You will feel that although it is not fragrant, it is delicious, which is definitely not a fly in the ointment.

The best of these craftsmen is the sugar blower. They will pick up a little sugar from the pot and stretch their little heads for a long time, almost pulling it into silk. At this time, the hot sugar cools and becomes brittle, so they put the shredded sugar on the edge of the pot, and their thumbs cooperate with their three fingers. With a flick, the silk will break, and there is a small hole in the middle of the silk that can be blown in. I don't know where this little hole came from. Next, whoever buys sugar, the artist will blow holes for him, and the other end will be held in his hand for those who have blow holes to blow. Artisans can make animals look like animals in the China Zodiac, for example, cows. The craftsmen are absorbed in their work. They are very calm and not nervous at all. Cow's head, with horns, was pulled by a craftsman's hand, sharp, as if hitting forward could hurt people. The cow's big body also came out, its big belly and wagging tail appeared, as if to drive away mosquitoes and flies, and finally its four feet appeared. Cows are full of blown air, but they are still alive. The characteristics of cattle are the same, and you can feel the stubbornness of cattle. Cattle heels are really ordinary, and craftsmen are really unique.

Finally, I strung a bamboo stick on the cow. I ate it once. Very sweet. I said the taste was just so-so, and it was, but I thought it was delicious and beautiful. The production process seems simple, but it is actually very difficult. Craftsmen are excellent, which is obtained through their constant practice. If you want to be a craftsman, you should keep practicing. Of course, if you insist on everything, you can be as good as a craftsman.

Sugar Blower Composition 2 Let the warm wind soften the bones and muscles, let the leisurely knocking knock on the atrium, linger between the small bridges and flowing water, red flowers and green grass, and walk in the narrow lane, suddenly attracted by the dense crowd in front.

Step forward. Ah, it's sugar man! I am particularly happy to see this dying craft. I found a good place and stood on tiptoe to watch curiously. The performer is a middle-aged man with dark skin, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses and a red dress. He looks ridiculous. I saw his dexterous right hand stirring the sticky syrup in the basin. When it was a little dry, his right hand immediately grabbed it and acted quickly, accurately and mercilessly, pulling out a long string of sticky sugar. Sugar became thinner and thinner and became filaments. It's so thin that I'm afraid it will break because of a wisp of wind. I'm really worried. The gentle stretching is really ingenious. When the shredded sugar is as thin as one-third of the little finger, the big fellow bites off the extra section, puts one end of the remaining section in his mouth, and puts the spoon back behind his back.

A mouse with a long tail, a round body, a pointed mouth and smart eyes is vivid and wonderful! The crowd applauded, and the man was proud of his work. He asked for interaction, and whoever raised his hand first, he gave the sugar man away for nothing! At this time, the crowd was completely unresponsive and gradually dispersed. What I can hear is messy footsteps, mixed with the heavy sigh of the sugar blower.

The wind brought me back to my childhood, as if I saw the children fighting around the sugar man. Tinkling drums and laughter resounded through many days and nights, and now this folk art has come to an end.

A heavy sigh brought me back to reality. I saw a dying beauty, and I wanted to try my best to save her. So I went up to him and said, "I want that mouse." A smile, a hope shining like sparks in the ashes, I sipped sweet sugar juice. What you can do is also a treasure.

Re-stepping on Qingshi Road, if the ancient town of Longgu has no economic benefits, will it go to the end? Thought of here, then cherish the time with it * * *, even the steps on the chessboard are light.

Ryan has a history of thousands of years since ancient times, so there are many snack cultures. Today we will visit the sugar blower.

When I came to a small street, an old man was selling sugar, selling it for ten dollars each. The whole booth is a cabinet, and the top shelf is used to put finished products; There are three cabinets in the middle, one for cash, one for green paper and one for yellow paper. The three compartments below are filled with maltose in red, yellow and green. Newly opened compartments and kerosene lamps are burning to soften sugar and make it better shaped. At this time, there are some sugar people on the shelf. There are cocks, weasels and gourds, and they are as proud as a peacock. All kinds of colors, lifelike.

This old man is over 500 years old, but his hands and feet are still so neat. His hands are covered with wrinkles, one after another. I learned from my grandfather that he has been doing this craft for twenty or thirty years. Speaking of the craft of blowing sugar, grandpa sighed and said dimly, "fewer and fewer people are doing this craft!" " "Yes, these street snacks are beginning to decline, and I seem a little lost.

I saw a stick stirring the sticky green maltose, took out a ball, rubbed it into a ball, pulled out one, bounced it and broke it. He blew in and the ball grew bigger. A public stick poked in and threw away the nozzle. Be a rooster again. The rooster has a red body and a yellow little wings, my sugar man. It's over.

Sugar man is not only hollow, but also has a voice! That's a whistle. Grandpa took out a piece of red maltose, made it hollow, punched a hole in the middle, and the whistle was finished. Blow hard with it and whistle loudly and sharply. Well done!

Eat the cock's tail. Breathe in a sweet air from the inside, and feel relaxed and happy. Take a bite, and the sweetness will dance in your mouth.

This is the delicious food in our hometown-sugar blower. Not only delicious, but also durable!

I heard that an old man came to blow the sugar man in our class this morning. I am looking forward to it! I am also very excited.

The old artist finally came, only to find his face wrinkled and ruddy. The voice is a little hoarse, it sounds lovely, and I have been squinting and laughing.

Start blowing sugar. The old artist first dug out a hollow sugar ball, pulled half of it into a long tail, and then flicked it with his hand and the tail broke. He blew on the remaining tail, and the ball got bigger and bigger, and his flexible hand pressed it quickly. In less than ten seconds, a realistic little gourd was born.

The old artist began to be the Monkey King again. I don't think it's easy to be the Monkey King, especially the golden hoop. No matter how fine the handwriting is, it can't be done in a minute or two! Is the old artist's hand so clever? I wonder, the old artist has made sugar into a small ball, left and right, and then cut it. In a short time, the Monkey King was pinched. Continuing to make the golden hoop, he took a short straw, put it on with wire, with one side up and the other side down, and put some syrup on both ends of the wire, and the golden hoop was finished. Then put the golden hoop on the Monkey King's back, and the Monkey King will be freshly baked!

It is time for us to try. I have a piece of syrup. What should I do? Just make a simple gourd! After a long time, the sugar is thin and hard. So I blew it nervously and quickly. Wow, how big it is! I also press, press and pinch. No, it's broken. There is a big hole below. I can only eat. I'll take a bite. It tastes good. When I tried to open my mouth again, my teeth got stuck, like glue stuck to my teeth. It's finally open. It's so interesting!

Finally, the old artist blew a sugar man to each of us, and mine was the Monkey King. I want to compare with Pig Bajie in Lin Ze to see whether his rake is better or my golden cudgel. The two sides fought together, only to hear a click. Lin Ze's pig's ear cracked, and we laughed happily.

Blowing sugar is a traditional art, which brings us infinite happiness. I also want to learn this craft to bring happiness to others.

The composition of the sugar blower 5 is bruised and full of amorous feelings. That kind of amorous feelings, lingering in my heart, long aftertaste. ...

The sugar blower is bruised. Vendors are walking around the street with goods on their shoulders, carrying a rectangular cabinet with a shelf at one end. There is a semi-circular wooden round cage with a small charcoal stove under the cabinet. There is a big spoon on the stove with syrup in the middle. The wooden frame is divided into two layers, and each layer has many small jacks for inserting sugar people. Children often see sugar blowers, so they don't leave and pester adults to buy sugar people. If you really have no money, you will never leave and look at the sugar man eagerly.

After paying the money, the vendor is ready. The stall owner took a little hot syrup with a spatula, put it on his hands covered with talcum powder, and then put a paragraph in his mouth. After blowing the foam, he quickly put it into a wooden mold coated with talcum powder and blew it hard. After a while, I opened the wooden mold and all the sugar people blew. Then stick some syrup on the sugar man with one end of the reed pole, and you're done! Sugar man has various shapes, such as goldfish, deer, lanterns and so on. My favorite is that monkey. When the monkey is finished, knock a small hole in the monkey's back, pour some syrup, and then punch a small hole in the monkey's ass to let the syrup flow out slowly. Then, in a small bowl, scoop the syrup into the bowl. Until the syrup is used up or cooled and solidified, even monkeys and syrup are eaten together. This skill is called "monkey diarrhea", which is slightly more expensive than other sugar people.

I ate the sugar man with alacrity, and watched the vendor's agile hands and feet flying up and down quickly, and I couldn't help admiring him. Black wound used to be famous all over the world for "exchanging chicken feathers for sugar", but now I like this lively sugar man better. He always smiles at me, as if telling me the history of black wound. In its crystal clear body, it seems to reflect the amorous feelings and beauty of black and blue. ...

Black wound is famous for its various customs, and people come here to explore their various customs. Blue and purple style, like graceful and elegant beauty; Lively, lovely and innocent children. With their own efforts, the people of Wu Shang have made Wu Shang take another big step towards the world. Young amorous feelings, young amorous feelings. ...

In the fourth grade summer vacation, there was a sugar blower's stall in the deserted alley of the food street. The stall is very clean, brown table, black cauldron, narrow at the bottom and wide at the top, boiling syrup.

When the syrup is ready, the sugar blower pours the syrup from the pot into the bowl. After cooling, there seemed to be a golden light in his sleepy eyes, and he suddenly cheered up. I know, and then he will start blowing sugar people.

I saw that he grabbed a piece from the cold syrup with one hand, first kept rubbing the syrup into a circle, then gradually pinched it, and he slowly pressed it down where it stood out. According to his own ideas, the sugar blower kept a close eye on the changing shape of syrup in his hand. The Tang people finally got it, and a little tiger appeared vividly in his hand, but he was not very satisfied, because there was still one most important process to be done.

This is another stunt of his-sugar blower. He picked up a small tube, stood up straight, took a slow breath, then put the tube in his mouth, puffed up his cheeks and began to blow. He blew it slowly over and over again, and finally the tiger became more lifelike.

After some communication with him, I learned that his craft was handed down from his ancestors. In order to learn this craft, his ancestors went far away to visit famous teachers. It takes years of practice to master the skills, and the learning process is not easy.

I can't help asking him: if you work so hard, why are you still doing it? He said: Because I love sugar people, this is a traditional skill that should be passed down. People nowadays are too impetuous to understand what the real China culture is. Because they don't understand, some people even have a wrong understanding that many foreign things are better than our own. Actually, China has its own treasure.

Hearing this, I can't help paying tribute to him. He has been pinching sugar people and blowing sugar people all these years, and he is also inheriting our Chinese culture day by day.

In the evening, we came to the famous Wangfujing Street in Beijing. There are all kinds of snacks here. In the crowded snack street, I look for all kinds of snacks: snowballs, candied haws and sugar blowers. I don't know what a sugar blower is in ......................................................................................................................................... Then I'll tell you!

First of all, you think of a favorite animal shape, and the sugar blower will make it for you. Sugar was burning in a pot, and the master watched the heat while stirring. When the time came, he took out a piece with his hand, wiped it, drilled a hole in the middle with his fingers, made it into the shape of a radish, sealed the hole, pulled out a small tube, and I could blow into it. I blew hard, but I couldn't breathe in. When I breathe in, I do it for nothing. I took out my strength to blow and watched a small balloon blow out. Master pulled out a diagonal corner on his head and four legs below. You can't blow it at this time, or it will break. Master took out another stick and poked some sugar into his stomach from below, so that my little animal was ready-a lamb, did you see it?

The snacks on Wangfujing Street are not only delicious but also fun!

Today, an old man who can blow sugar came to my yard.

He has white hair, but he has a childlike heart. He is very powerful. The syrup in his hand was like magic, and it soon became a lifelike sugar man. I also heard that the granddaddy of Tangren was Liu Bowen, the prime minister of Ming Dynasty.

Grandpa first put the candy in a small pot and melted it into syrup. The small fire has been burning, and the candy has been soft since it turned into syrup. Then the old man scooped up a spoonful of syrup with a spoon and kneaded it into a ball in his hand. Then knead it into the shape of an empty cup, slowly tighten it, and knead the cup mouth into thin strips. A child said, "Grandpa, I want a big cock." Grandpa nodded in agreement.

I saw the old man put the lollipop to his mouth and bulged his cheeks slightly, but he wanted to blow into the lollipop! The "belly" of the candy slowly bulges, and at the same time, the grandfather's hand moves. He gently held the candy in one hand and held it in the other, then pinched out a corner, and pulled out two small corners under this corner, which was a little curved, probably the tail of a rooster. Soon, a lively rooster is ready. Grandpa broke the sugar tube with his mouth and put a bamboo stick under the cock's stomach, and the complete sugar man was ready.

Seeing the sugar man boasted by my grandfather, I was also eager to try, so I discussed with my grandfather: "Grandpa, can I be a sugar man, too?" Grandpa smiled and said, "OK." Unexpectedly, as soon as my hand touched the syrup, it was immediately burned red. Grandpa is very efficient. After a while, after he kneaded the syrup, he let me blow it and let me blow it myself. With grandpa's help, I blew out a "little mushroom".

I quickly took the "little mushroom" home to my parents, who didn't believe I did it. I took them to find the sugar blower's grandfather. Later, I took a "family photo" with my parents, including my parents and me. We thanked grandpa and went home happily.

Grandpa is still blowing all kinds of sugar people to the children in the yard. ...

On the fourth day of the ninth lunar month, my parents took me to play in Situ Town. When I first arrived in town, I saw many children blowing sugar people.

So, I pestered my mother to buy me one, and I couldn't stand it. My mother finally agreed. Sugar man's uncle said that his the rooster lay eggs would lay an egg every 30 seconds. I was so excited that I decided to be a sugar man in the rooster lay eggs.

I saw my uncle who was a sugar man pick up a small stick, stick a roll of sugar on it, and then knead a little sugar into a slender straw for me to blow. I blew hard according to the method taught by my uncle, and the sugar suddenly became fat. At this time, my uncle hurriedly squeezed, and a beautiful cock head was ready. I blew again, and soon the cock's body and wings were pinched off. Sugar man looks lifelike, crystal clear and very beautiful. And I looked at the exquisite sugar man but didn't want to eat it, so I handed it to my brother. My brother took a bite and said, "It's not delicious!" "I hurriedly drink a mouthful, loudly said," ah! Delicious! "

People who don't work hard can't feel the joy after work, just like my brother doesn't think sugar people are delicious but I think they are sweet.

Sugar Blower Composition 10 Sugar Blower was originally an industry in old Beijing and one of the folk handicrafts in China. Generally, vendors are walking up and down the street with burdens on their shoulders.

In Zijinshan Park, there is a sugar blower, who is called "Sugar Blower". There is always a wooden frame and a movable iron pot in front of him. The wooden frame is divided into two layers, which are used by sugar-inserting people. Generally, children who come here can't walk when they see the crystal clear candy on it, so they always pester adults to buy one to satisfy their hunger.

I saw that the sugar blower scooped up a little sugar with a small shovel and rubbed it repeatedly until it gave off a metallic luster. In less than half a minute, a lifelike dragon can be blown out by him. He strung the dragon with a bamboo stick, studied it from side to side, and then lit the longan, and it was finished.

Holding the sugar dragon in your hand is like a beautiful handicraft, which makes people reluctant to eat it. If you eat it in one bite, your heart will be sweet.

Although I don't often eat sugar people now, the skill of the sugar blower and the sweetness of the sugar blower are deeply left in my heart.

1 1 When I was playing in Yuanmingyuan, I found a booth next to it full of people. I like to join in the fun and squeeze in to see that it is a sugar blower. Ah! This is what I want to experience most when I have been to Beijing several times, and I am excited when I finally see it. So, I quickly lined up, waiting for the sugar blower.

I waited a long time before it was my turn. I want a big tiger. I saw my uncle first fished out some sugar from the pot with a spoon. He quickly kneaded the maltose with his hands, and soon turned it into the shape of a corn-and-corn head, and then slowly kneaded the head of the corn-and-corn head with his hands, thus forming a hollow circle. Uncle pulled the hollow circle out of a long tail, threw the extra part into the pot, and a sugar straw was made. Next, it depends on the cooperation of the two of us. My uncle said I would blow, but he said I wouldn't blow if I stopped. When I was blowing, my uncle skillfully pinched his head, ears and feet, and finally made a tail. A fat tiger appeared vividly in front of us. My uncle took a bamboo stick and plunged it into the tiger's stomach with maltose. A sugar man is really ready. Because I blew too hard, my uncle joked that the tiger had become a pig.

In order to know more about the history of sugar blowers, I went to the website to check the information. I saw a historical story: it is said that Zhu Yuanzhang built a hero pavilion to burn heroes in order to pass on the throne to his son. Liu Bowen escaped and was saved by an old man selling sugar. He and Liu Bowen changed clothes and ran away. Since then, Liu Bowen has been incognito, engaged in selling sugar. In the process of selling sugar, Liu Bowen created a sugar man. Most of the sugar men he created are small animals such as dogs and kittens, which children love very much. Many people asked him for advice, and Liu Bowen taught them one by one, so the craft spread from one bite to ten, and it has been passed down until now. Now blowing sugar has become a unique skill, and fewer and fewer people will know it.

One day after school at noon, I saw a group of people outside the school, surrounded by sidewalks, and people outside poked around, and there were waves of praise from time to time. I squeezed in curiously and craned my neck to find out. It turned out to be an old man over sixty. I saw this wrinkled, gray-haired old man playing a gourd meticulously. His eyes were fixed on the movements of his hands, and the thin end of the gourd was blowing in his mouth. He squeezed his hand for a while and pulled it for a while, and a gourd was about to be eaten. There is a wooden shelf in front of him with three small pots filled with red, yellow and green sugar mud. There is a row of well-made animals with different shapes in front of the wooden shelf, which is crystal clear and lifelike.

At this time, grandpa has finished the gourd and is ready to be the next one. I ran to the front and watched carefully how grandpa blew sugar people. He skillfully rolled up a mass of sugar paste with a stick, smoothed it by hand, stretched it and folded it again. After repeating it several times, he made it into a ball, then squashed it and put it on the ring formed by the thumb and forefinger of his left hand. The middle finger of the right hand tamps it into a hollow shape, which looks like a small cup, then pinches the cup mouth together and suddenly stretches. Grandpa put his thin head in his mouth and blew it, and his hands kept busy. He pinched four forks at one end of the thick head, then pulled a long thin strip from the middle, bent the middle of the thin strip and made a second one as usual. "Hey, it looks like an animal's slender legs. Does he want to be a giraffe? " I was wondering, I saw grandpa blowing, while stretching the other end of the thick head, and then quickly bending into an "S" shape. After the head is rounded, the end is pinched into an arc mouth. "It's a flamingo!" "The flamingo is the crooked mouth!" The students are talking noisily. Grandpa reshaped his neck, took a long bamboo stick, dipped it in syrup, carefully inserted it into the bird's abdomen, and finally broke the blown thin head, and a flamingo was made! When the flamingo appeared, it immediately attracted everyone's admiration. Indeed, look at it, shiny, with long legs and elegant neck. It's really lifelike.

Grandpa is really good at blowing sugar! When it is really "360 lines, the line will be the champion."

Sugar blowing composition 13 sugar blowing is a skill that needs to be passed down. It carries the happiness of many children's childhood. In Nianhuawan Town, Wuxi, there is a sugar blower guarding this skill. I also want to experience blowing sugar, so I came to this sugar shop.

At the door, the lifelike swift horse, the lovely gourd and the clever mouse are all so eye-catching. It's my turn I want to blow a chicken. Aunt put on gloves and rubbed out a maltose ball the size of a ping-pong ball. Then I pulled out a tube from it, let me blow a few breaths into it, everything was ready, and began to blow sugar!

I squeezed the pipe gently and blew into it, but I couldn't get in. Seeing that the sugar was about to dry, my aunt snapped her finger and the thinnest part fell off. I keep blowing until my face is red and my cheeks are bulging, which doesn't mean how fast the sugar expands. Obviously, my aunt was a little anxious. She knocked out a sugar tube for me. That's much better. My aunt also shouted, "Blow hard, blow hard!" " "I saw that the other end of the phone was also a bit eye-catching, and my heart was secretly pleased. Aunt pulled up a small ball and a bamboo stick and told me to blow it slowly. Blink of an eye, a bamboo stick reached into the chicken's stomach, and after a "the rooster lay eggs", the sugar was blown out.

Because I couldn't see the shape of sugar when I blew it, I quickly took the sugar and looked at it carefully: the semi-circular comb was great. With a lovely mouth, it looks good at all. Proud little tail, stuck in the ass, the most important thing is that the eggs with crystal feet are round, which is really pleasing. Looking from a distance, it really looks like a magnificent "laying cock" flying high! Don't say, this aunt is really good!

Perhaps, I only saw the results, but I didn't see my aunt's efforts in studying art, 360 lines, each of which was a champion. No pains, no gains. As long as you work hard, there will be corresponding rewards. I hope that the craft of blowing sugar can be passed down from generation to generation, not only as a skill, but also as a culture. ...

During the summer vacation, we went to Chengdu to play. In the food street next to Wuhou Temple, I enjoyed the traditional art-blowing sugar. I think the sugar blower is a very interesting art, and I let my uncle play a dragon, which is very realistic.

Since then, I have developed a strong interest in sugar blowers. I asked my father for help and learned about this art from the Internet. First of all, when the caramel is heated to the right temperature, I will tear it off, knead it into a ball, put it in my palm, crush it, then clench my fist, pass it through with my fingers of my other hand, pile it up into a tube, and then bite off the top of the "tube" and blow it.

The key technology of sugar blower is the skill of blowing and kneading. The sugar maker bulged his cheeks and was soon blown into a thin, empty oval. Then, with clever and changeable techniques, he pinched out flowers, birds, fish and insects with different shapes, and some of them were painted green, yellow and red. What the sugar blower pays attention to is "hand-eye-heart fire"

I finally understand how to be a sugar man.

Today, we went for a stroll in Kuanzhai Lane. After a long walk, my eyes caught my eye and saw a small cabinet with a unique shape, with many lovely animals inserted in it. I hurried over. So this is for the sugar blower. Small animals face me vividly, making people want to drool.

I clamored to play with one, and my mother found it interesting. She smiled and motioned for me to choose a small animal shape. I glanced at the pig on the top, as if it were begging me to take its little friend away! I immediately made a decision: "Mom, I want to blow a pig. I think pigs are still very smart. " Before my mother answered, I couldn't wait to sit in the chair and wait for my uncle to teach me to blow sugar.

I saw my uncle take out a small stick from an iron pot full of syrup on the stove and stir the sticky syrup. He put it in his hand and wiped it. A small electric fan is blowing against the white syrup. My uncle said kindly to me while rubbing, "Little friend, can you blow balloons?" I replied solemnly, "Yes." I thought to myself: Is it the same as blowing balloons? Blowing balloons is boring! Uncle started pulling syrup again. This syrup can be tortured to death by my uncle. If I were you, I would protest! At this time, the syrup has been pulled into a slender strip by my uncle. When I took a closer look, it turned out to be empty. My uncle asked me to blow gently into the hollow "tube" like a balloon. I blew slowly and carefully for fear that my "little balloon" would burst. Uncle has pinched the pig's small ears and big flat mouth when I blow. Until my uncle told me to "stop!" I just sigh: fortunately, my pig didn't explode, but the pig in front of me is quite cute! My uncle bounced off the extra tail of my little pig and touched it gently with red ink. The pig's eyes also appeared, looking even cuter.

Uncle picked up the pig and prepared to put it in the bag. But the pig's fat figure has blocked the mouth of the bag. It seems that the pig doesn't want to get into the bag, so I have to hold the pig in my hand. Uncle smiled: "It seems that your little pig is going to lose weight!" " "When I left, I looked at the pig next to the top. It seems to be smiling at me!

I quickly bit off the pig's tail It tastes good. Sweets, I really want to make another one!