The following are three related compositions that I arranged for you. I hope you get something from reading!
Composition 1
My winter vacation life is full of flavor, especially on New Year's Eve, my family and I had a barbecue on the roof of my hometown, which left me with endless aftertaste.
I remember early in the morning, my mother said to me with a big smile, "Baby, I'm going to spend a reunion year at home tonight, and I'll accompany you to buy barbecue materials." I sound like a beggar picking up gold bars-I'm overjoyed. In the evening, the news of my barbecue flew to relatives and friends like wings.
At nine o'clock in the evening, relatives and friends came over, and they brought forks, kebabs and delicious food one after another ... it was really mouth-watering My mother acted as the commander and assigned us tasks. My cousin and sister strung food together, my father and brother made a stove, and my "good friend" and I were responsible for beating our men. ...
Everything is ready. Two barbecues make a fire at the same time. Want Want's charcoal burns a string of delicious food and makes a "tut tut" sound. Those chicken legs sizzled with charcoal, and the smell of beef skewers and ham sausages came to the nose. Wow! Those red flames "licked" all kinds of food, so that the thick aroma filled the whole roof.
At the moment, I, a greedy kitten, can't wait to pick up a pile of hot chicken legs, blow them and send them to my mouth quickly. The fat man watched me eat with relish. He also picked up a bunch of hot dogs and sent them to his mouth without blowing them, wolfing them down. Everyone has used it for dinner.
Just as everyone was eating with relish, suddenly, I sneezed, and my nose and saliva suddenly flowed onto the delicious chicken leg, which caused everyone to burst into laughter. I was about to throw it away when my mother stopped me. I had to put it in my mother's mouth, which made her laugh and cry. Everyone ate and laughed heartily ... just like a beggar dancing-dancing. The whole roof was overjoyed.
Ah! Such an interesting barbecue makes me unforgettable.
Composition 2
"Let's start the barbecue quickly!" With this pleasant cry, our interesting barbecue trip also kicked off.
It was our first barbecue in fifth grade. Before the barbecue, the teacher told us the precautions: don't burn your hands and don't stab your hands with sharp instruments. We washed our hands and got ready to go. Here we go. What we see is a long barbecue grill. The food teacher has prepared and strung it for us.
At first there was something wrong with the ignition, but it didn't work. The other teams have baked it, but our fire is not ready yet. Looking at other people's kebabs, my saliva can't help flowing downwards. Finally, the teacher said, "Eat whatever you want and bake whatever you want. Be careful not to waste it."
The crab steak in my left hand and the fish tofu in my right hand are oiled first and then put on the grill. Soon, small bubbles appeared on my crab steak, and it also made a "sizzling" sound from time to time. A drop of oil landed on charcoal, sparking. Spark seems to be as excited as I am, roasted on my fish tofu as if inviting it to dance. I looked at the two strings at the back, yeah! It's brown. I immediately turned it over, greased the other side and started baking the other side. The classmate next to me looked at my half-cooked string, but he didn't realize his string and said, "My God! Teacher, I can't eat my string! " "Hee hee!" I told you not to focus on burning, I thought gloatingly. Meanwhile, my kebabs are ready to eat. I help the sauce, crispy outside and tender inside! It's delicious!
At this time, the teacher also brought his own "works" to taste. The teacher asked me, "How's it going? Is it delicious? " I was very excited and said, "Of course, I have never eaten anything so delicious!" " "The teacher said," Your own baked food must be the best. "
Look at other students. Some students are like professional masters, brushing oil for a while and turning over the plate for a while. Some students have beautiful strings, and the oil bubbles on them are like small pearl agate, which makes people have an appetite. Of course, some students smashed them and turned them into charcoal blocks like dark chocolate. ...
Finally, the teacher baked two pieces of bacon and three strings of meatballs for each of our classmates with a baking clip. It tastes great! After the end, the teacher took us to play games to help us digest, and took a camera to take this wonderful moment.
We boarded the bus, and the students' laughter floated in the sky with the cheerful song "Let's Row" ... and flew far away. ...
Composition 3
Last Saturday, we organized an interesting barbecue. This barbecue made us tired and happy.
In the morning, when I came here, three big stoves were already waiting for us quietly. Everyone is carrying a big bag of kebabs. Some students are slapping with a smile, full of excitement and excitement. The barbecue began, and the students flocked to the big stove like bees. Obviously, the big stove could not accommodate so many people. Fight for a small place of your own. Fortunately, the students didn't fight.
I also robbed a place with my own barbed wire, oil brushes, food, etc. Started a barbecue trip. The place that was grabbed was the "border area", but the firepower was insufficient, so we had to wait slowly. I put things in the oven to find seasoning and oil ... "Oh, it's burnt! Turn it over quickly. " A classmate reminded me. "ah! I turned it over. " I lifted the barbed wire into the air with the food, then carefully turned it over and put it down again.
When it was almost ready, I wanted to brush the oil again, so I dipped the oil in the oil cup with an oil brush. When I was about to brush the meat, I was accidentally touched by a man with an oil bottle and hung in the kebab. Then, the oil in the bottle fell down, and the flame roared like a thousand drums, killing it. Destroy the fruits of my labor unscrupulously. "My God!" My heart growled. I quickly pulled out the barbed wire. Looking at the charred fruits of labor, my heart growled like a million alpacas. I put it on a plate and began to taste it. Cutting off the black is really "a handful of bitter tears", and there is not much left. But I tasted it and had a strange feeling. Is this the legendary taste of "self-reliance"?
At this moment, I saw a spider in the corner. I had nothing to do but tear open the spider's new web, thinking that it would leave this place. But it weaves a web of Qvanxian Zhang. I picked it up again and knitted it again. I picked it up again and knitted it again. "Spiders don't give up, how can they give up?" So, I started the arduous "cultivation" again. Finally, a kebab was baked.
This is an unforgettable activity, which gave me something valuable-never give up.