味道作文800字【7篇】

味道 篇1

大清早迷糊间，听到外面似乎下雨了。早上起来，果然是下雨了，地面湿湿润润。这雨应该下得不是很大，草坪还没湿透。

Early in the morning, I heard that it seemed to rain outside. When I got up in the morning, it was raining and the ground was wet. It shouldn't be raining heavily. The lawn isn't soaked.

余光中在梦里听雨，听的是乡愁，倒让我想起家乡。

Yu Guangzhong listens to the rain in his dream, listening to nostalgia, which reminds me of my hometown.

我的家乡也是雨多，春天时下起来绵绵一片，一连几天不绝，夏天就来势汹汹，引得河水暴涨，有时还有内涝之患，到了秋天和冬天，那风雨的寒，仿佛顺着水气要钻到骨头里。

My hometown also has a lot of rain. It rains continuously in spring for several days. The summer is fierce, causing the river to surge. Sometimes, there is also waterlogging. In autumn and winter, the cold wind and rain seems to be going to the bone along with the moisture.

初来东莞时，不太适应这里不分明的四季，似乎常年夏天，而雨大多是急匆匆来，又急匆匆去，秋冬的雨也是一掠而过。

When I first came to Dongguan, I didn't adapt to the uncertain four seasons here. It seemed that it was summer all the year round. Most of the rain came and went in a hurry. The rain in autumn and winter also passed by.

如今在翰林已多年，也逐渐适应这里的气候，觉得也不错，因为女生爱美，不用穿得臃肿，常年穿裙子也是不错的。

Now I have been in Hanlin for many years, and I have gradually adapted to the climate here. I think it is also good because girls love beauty and don't have to wear too much. It is also good to wear skirts all the year round.

前几天，家中友人问我什么时候回，说请我吃家乡菜，一下子就勾起了我心里的馋虫。其实这里并不是吃不到家乡味，而是吃的记忆。

A few days ago, my family friend asked me when I would return and asked me to invite me to eat my hometown food, which immediately aroused my craving. In fact, it's not that you can't taste the flavor of your hometown, but you can remember what you eat.

一个人的口味习惯，早被家乡味养成，走到哪里都改不了。记忆里做饭的人，一起吃饭的人，却不能跟随。我经常怀念亲人团坐的温馨，三五好友对坐的畅谈，这些都存在脑海里。待那些熟悉的香和辣冲进鼻子里，胸腔里，记忆的闸门瞬间就被打开，仿佛时光倒流满分作文网，我们又团团而坐。

A person's taste habit has long been cultivated by his hometown taste, and can't be changed anywhere. Those who cook and eat together in memory cannot follow. I often miss the warmth of family members sitting together and the conversation between three or five friends, which are all in my mind. When the familiar fragrance and spiciness rush into the nose and chest, the gate of memory will be opened in an instant, as if time is going back and we are sitting together again.

那几年夏天，每个暑假，琼都会来我家玩，住几天再回去，我俩都不会做饭，所以我俩的午餐，经常是一碗豆豉，加上鸡蛋炒剩饭，但是我俩端着碗，对着电视剧，吃得津津有味。后来，其他的事和细节都已渐渐模糊和淡忘，只剩下这个场景，还有那碗豆豉的味道存了下来。

In those summers, every summer vacation, Joan would come to my house to play. After staying for a few days, we would not be able to cook. Therefore, our lunch was often a bowl of lobster sauce and fried leftovers with eggs. Later, other things and details have been gradually blurred and forgotten, leaving only this scene and the taste of the bowl of lobster sauce.

家乡菜口味偏咸偏重偏辣。初到广东时，简直是食不下咽，这边菜口味清淡，讲求原味，但是我不适应，分外地想吃辣椒。但是为了不饿肚子，还是要吃。

Home cooking tastes salty and spicy. When I first arrived in Guangdong, I could hardly eat. The food here tastes light and original, but I'm not used to it. I especially want to eat chilli. But in order not to be hungry, we still need to eat.

慢慢的，也不知从什么时候起，觉得这里的食物也很美味了，青菜的甜，海鲜的鲜，老火汤的醇，也能令我吃得开怀。每次餐间，看到孩子们吃得满足，同事们的笑语晏晏，这食物的味道，也存在我记忆里了。

Slowly, I don't know when I began to feel that the food here is also very delicious. The sweetness of vegetables, the freshness of seafood, and the mellowness of old soup can also make me happy. Every time during the meal, I saw that the children were satisfied and my colleagues were laughing. The taste of the food also exists in my memory.

每年的夏天，都是毕业季，看着一批批孩子离去，既伤感又欣慰，他们总要长大，高飞离开，这里是他们记忆中的家乡，以后总会回想和怀念。

Every summer is the graduation season. It is sad and gratified to see a batch of children leave. They will always grow up and leave Gaofei. This is their hometown in memory and will always be remembered and remembered in the future.

余光中说，贾岛的七绝诗里，如果十霜已足成故乡，则我的二十霜，多情又何逊唐朝一孤僧？

Yu Guangzhong said that, in Jia Dao's seven unique poems, if the ten frost has become a hometown, how can my twenty frost, sentimental, be inferior to an orphan monk in the Tang Dynasty?

我比不了余老在宝岛的二十霜，但在翰林也有了十霜，是不是也像贾岛一般，他乡也变故乡？

I can't compare with the twenty frost of the elder in Baodao, but I also have ten frost in Hanlin. Isn't it like Jia Island, where other countries also become their hometown?

关于味道的作文800字 篇2

时光流转，韶华似水，回首，妈妈已经伴我度过了十三个春秋。她逐渐苍老，我渐渐长大。

Time flows, and the youth is like water. Looking back, my mother has accompanied me for 13 years. She grew old and I grew up.

临近中考，学习负担的加重压得我喘不过气，只夜夜挑灯奋战迎战考试。

As the high school entrance examination approaches, the burden of study is too heavy for me to breathe, so I have to fight against the exam night after night.

那天晚上，刚刚写完作业，便拿出了书包中的复习资料，继续奋斗。

That night, just after finishing the homework, he took out the review materials in his schoolbag and continued to struggle.

随着时间的缓慢流逝，墙上的钟表轻轻地响着。

As time goes by, the clock on the wall rings gently.

不知不觉的，时针指向了数字10，门外突然响起了一阵敲门声。“家豪，九点钟了出来休息一下吧，我给你热了一杯牛奶。”妈妈温柔的声音从门外传来。我抬起头看了看时钟，又看了看房门，然后又低下头去看书，嘴上有些不耐烦地说道：“晚点吧，时间还早，等我学习完再出去吧。”“好，早点休息吧，不要让自己太辛苦了。”抬起头看了看房门，轻轻地撇了撇嘴，心里想到“又想让我考个好成绩又叫我不要太辛苦，怎么可能呢？”想着，我摇了摇头，叹了声气，便又低下头看着书。

Unconsciously, the clock pointed to the number 10, and there was a knock outside the door. "Jiahao, come out at nine o'clock and have a rest. I've heated a glass of milk for you." Mother's gentle voice came from outside the door. I looked up at the clock, looked at the door, and then looked down to read. My mouth said impatiently, "It's too late. It's still early. Don't go out until I finish my study." "Well, go to bed early. Don't make yourself too hard." He looked up at the door of the room, and gently cocked his mouth. He thought to himself, "How could it be possible to ask me not to work too hard to get a good result in the exam?" Thinking, I shook my head, sighed, and then looked down at the book.

墙上的时钟又悄悄地转了一圈，已经是十一点钟了，疲惫感终于击败了我顽强的意志，揉了揉已经略有些红肿的双眼，伸了伸懒腰，像我的卧室走去，走到房间门口，我下意识的朝着客厅望去，看到客厅中微弱且有昏黄的灯光，我好奇的走了过去，看到了一个女人躺在沙发上，他的身旁是一杯凉透了的牛奶。

The clock on the wall quietly turned again. It was eleven o'clock. Tiredness finally defeated my tenacious will. I rubbed my slightly red and swollen eyes, stretched my waist, and walked like my bedroom. When I came to the door of the room, I unconsciously looked into the living room. I saw the faint and dim light in the living room. I curiously walked over and saw a woman lying on the sofa, Beside him was a glass of cold milk.

母亲竟然在沙发上睡着了。我上前一步，看着她想要叫醒她，喉咙却已经哽咽地说不出话了。

Mother fell asleep on the sofa. I stepped forward and looked at her trying to wake her up, but my throat was choked.

昏黄的灯光照在母亲的脸上，岁月已经在她的脸上留下了痕迹，她的两鬓早已被染上了点点秋霜。

The dim yellow light shines on the mother's face, and the years have left traces on her face. Her temples have already been stained with a little autumn frost.

昨日还风韵犹存，美丽动人的母亲，今日怎么换了个模样了呢？

Yesterday was still charming, beautiful and moving mother. How could she change her appearance today?

母亲老了！脸上的黑眼圈一圈一圈的，清晰可见，仿佛揪着我的心。

Mother is old! The dark circles around my eyes were clearly visible, as if they were gripping my heart.

母亲真的老了！十三年的时间，不仅仅是让一个瓜瓜落地的婴儿长大成了一个成熟的男孩，还将一个憧憬着美好的生活的的女人变得苍老！我不禁咬紧牙关，忍着不让在眼睛中打转的泪水喷涌而出，然后拿起母亲身旁的牛奶走回房间。走进房间，轻轻地将身子靠在墙上，轻轻的抿了抿杯子中的牛奶。口中的牛奶很甜，很丝滑，虽然有些冰冷，却依旧让人温暖。

Mother is really old! In 13 years, not only did a baby grow up into a mature boy, but also a woman who was looking forward to a better life became old! I could not help clenching my teeth and holding back the tears that swirled in my eyes, then picked up the milk beside my mother and walked back to the room. Go into the room, gently lean against the wall, and gently sip the milk in the cup. The milk in my mouth is sweet and silky. Although it is cold, it still warms me.

品着这杯牛奶，眼泪却再也止不住了。泪光中，母亲在这十三年中对我无微不至的关怀如电影镜头般浮现在眼前。

I tasted this cup of milk, but my tears could not stop. In tears, my mother's meticulous care for me in the past 13 years emerged like a film lens.

初三的味道作文 篇3

有一种味道，时常唤醒记忆；有一种情怀，永久留在心间。那味道淡淡而又持久，留住那味道，因为它承载着外婆满满的爱。

There is a taste that often wakes up memory; There is a feeling that will stay in my heart forever. The taste is light and lasting. Keep the taste because it carries Grandma's full love.

小时候，父母外出打工，把我丢到农村，由外婆看管。外婆心灵手巧，总喜欢给我做各种美食。印象最深的是外婆做的槐花蒸菜，那沁人心脾的味道，在我的童年里荡漾开来……

When I was young, my parents went out to work and left me in the countryside under the care of my grandmother. Grandma is dexterous and always likes to cook all kinds of food for me. What impressed me most was the Sophora japonica steamed vegetables made by Grandma. The refreshing taste rippled in my childhood

四五月份，是槐花树肆意生长、盛情绽放的季节。一大早，外婆叫我和她去摘槐花。听到这话，我特别兴奋。我好奇地问外婆：“外婆，槐花长什么样子啊？我们为什么要摘槐花呀？”外婆“咯、咯”地笑出了声，抚摸着我带着疑惑的脸：“槐花是一种白色的小花，带着香气。它可以用来做蒸菜，好吃着呢。”一会儿还可以吃啊！？真是太令我惊讶了，我一定要见见它的真面目。

April and May is the season when locust trees grow wantonly and bloom in full bloom. Early in the morning, Grandma asked me to pick locust flowers with her. I was very excited to hear that. I asked my grandmother curiously: "Grandma, what does Huaihua look like? Why do we pick Huaihua?" Grandma smiled and touched my puzzled face: "Sophora japonica is a small white flower with fragrance. It can be used to make steamed vegetables. It's delicious." You can eat later!? It really surprised me. I must see its true face.

来到山下，站在槐树下的我的确惊呆了！那雪一般洁白的槐花，仿佛《作文迷·www..cn》是能工巧匠们用白玉精雕细刻而成。我忍不住爬上树摘一串，轻轻握在手中，又柔软又清凉。放入口中，有淡淡的甘甜味。一阵微风吹来，沁人心脾的幽香扑面而来，我禁不住深深的呼吸，好像要把这香味儿都吸到肚子里。

When I came to the foot of the mountain, I was really shocked to stand under the locust tree! The white Sophora japonica is as white as snow, as if "Composition Fan WWW.. CN" was carved by craftsmen with white jade. I can't help climbing up the tree to pick a bunch and gently holding it in my hand. It's soft and cool. Put it in your mouth, it has a light sweet taste. A breeze blew, and the refreshing fragrance came to my face. I couldn't help breathing deeply, as if I wanted to suck the fragrance into my stomach.

外婆轻轻的挥动着竹竿，便有一场“槐花雨”拂面而来。偶有一些米白色的槐花落在外婆头发上，染白了她乌黑的头发。外婆将散落的槐花收集起来，拿回家里洗净、晾干。给我做槐花蒸菜。我便欢喜个不停。外婆在厨房里忙活儿，我便跟在后面转。外婆将槐花儿和面搅拌，便拿出去蒸。不一会儿，便有香气不断从厨房里溢出。然后外婆在给蒸菜“上妆”，加盐、香油。那便是不可多得的美味。

Grandma gently waved the bamboo pole, and there was a "Sophora Rain". Occasionally, some off white locust flowers fell on Grandma's hair and dyed her black hair white. Grandma collected the scattered locust flowers and took them home to wash and dry. Make steamed vegetables with locust flowers for me. I was so happy. Grandma was busy in the kitchen, so I followed her around. Grandma mixed the locust flowers and flour, and then took them out to steam. After a while, there was a fragrance constantly overflowing from the kitchen. Then Grandma was making up the steamed vegetables, adding salt and sesame oil. That is a rare delicacy.

我咬上一口槐花蒸菜，一股槐花香萦绕于整个口腔，令人神清气爽。我回头望向外婆，外婆笑眯眯的看着我。温和的脸庞，阳光般的笑靥。

I took a bite of steamed vegetable with locust flower, and the fragrance of locust flower lingered in my mouth, refreshing. I looked back at Grandma, who smiled at me. A gentle face, a sunny smile.

外婆已离开了。此时月光依然那么皎洁，槐花儿还未散尽。我伸手接住一朵槐花，放到嘴里，细咂，那是熟悉的味道，那是童年的味道。其实，那是外婆的味道。

Grandma has left. At this time, the moonlight is still bright, and the locust flowers have not disappeared. I reached out to catch a locust flower, put it in my mouth, and smacked it. It was a familiar taste, and it was the taste of childhood. In fact, it's grandma's taste.

初三的味道作文 篇4

已是子夜，阒黑的夜里只留了一盏灯，和滴答时钟陪我作伴。揉了揉干涩的双眼，再晃晃长期被疲劳疯狂轰炸的脑袋，我渴望拥抱睡眠。一个人摇灯奋战，太孤独也太累。

It was midnight, and only one lamp was left in the dark night to accompany me with the ticking clock. I rubbed my dry eyes and shook my head which had been crazily bombed by fatigue for a long time. I was eager to embrace sleep. It's too lonely and too tired to fight alone.

突然我发现桌边摆着一碗药炖排骨汤，隐身于叠叠考卷的它太不显眼，准备比赛的专心一志遮掩了它的香气和热烟，但此时，想要休息的心让它再次出现于我面前，捧起瓷碗，剩下的些许余温温暖了我的掌心，浅浅尝了一口，浓烈无法消褪的中药味和排骨的鲜美肉汤融合在一块儿，甘美中却带着丝丝苦味。

Suddenly, I found a bowl of medicine stewed pork chops soup beside the table. It was too inconspicuous to hide in the folded examination papers. The concentration in preparing for the competition hid its fragrance and hot smoke. But at this time, the heart who wanted to rest made it appear again in front of me, holding the porcelain bowl, and the rest warmed my palm. I tasted it briefly. The strong and indelible Chinese medicine flavor and the delicious pork chops soup were combined, Sweet but bitter.

我禁不住的开始流下眼泪，从初时泪珠到最后毫不阻拦的溃堤。想起为了语文竞赛，付出的心力和汗水，整整四年，每天一大早来到学校就往图书馆报到，和桌上永远等待你的考卷报到，从手臂蔓延到肩胛的痛不叫痛，被老师狠狠在学弟学妹前数落不叫苦，比赛前一天四小时以上的集训不叫累……即使有难以突破的瓶颈，我也总是安慰自己，撑过去就是你的了！

I could not help but start to shed tears, from the initial tears to the last unbridled breakwater. Remembering the effort and sweat paid for the Chinese competition, I reported to the library every morning for four years when I arrived at school. I always waited on the desk for your examination paper to report. The pain that spread from the arm to the shoulder blade did not hurt. The teacher scolded me in front of the students and did not complain. The training that lasted more than four hours a day before the competition did not make me tired... Even if there was a bottleneck that was difficult to break, I always comforted myself that it was you who survived!

但因为比赛，我缺席了四年来几乎每一个早自习，也未曾参与班上在各项运动竞技和团体活动的练习，再加上不时的公假，在同学们眼中，我是个用特权换取荣耀的人。当班主任比赛前给予我一句加油，背后得承受十句奚落；当我抱回冠军将前往下个更高等级的殿堂挑战，是更多冷嘲热讽。我一直假装没听到，用更多的试题麻痹自己，好像躲在字音字形包复的透明世界里就能不被受伤害，但，真的好痛、好苦、好累。

But because of the competition, I missed almost every morning self-study in the past four years. I also did not participate in the exercises of various sports competitions and group activities in the class. In addition, I also took public holidays from time to time. In the eyes of my classmates, I was a person who exchanged privileges for glory. When the head teacher gave me a cheer before the game, he had to bear ten taunts behind his back; When I return to the championship, I will go to the next higher level of challenge, which is more cynical. I pretended not to hear it all the time. I paralyzed myself with more questions, as if I could hide in the transparent world of words and sounds, so I could not be hurt. However, it was really painful, bitter and tired.

再喝下一口汤，伴着眼泪滑进嘴里，又咸又苦，让已经温凉的汤缓缓顺流而下，却比刚才更能感觉到苦后散发的甘和排骨香气。这是外婆心疼本就身子弱的我，还得参加这么多比赛，尤其是在这冬天。握着我一直冰凉的手，外婆说要给我补身子。自那时起，每个星期都会有一大锅熬煮整天的药炖排骨或鸡汤。喝着喝着，原本渐歇的泪水又再度涌上，但这次却洋溢了幸福，或许就像那碗汤吧，即使苦涩，却蕴含了包裹住的甜美和爱。原来，我一直不孤单。

Drink another mouthful of soup and slip into your mouth with tears. It is salty and bitter. Let the already cool soup slowly flow down the river, but you can feel the sweet and sweet smell of ribs more than just now. My grandmother loves me because I am weak and have to participate in so many competitions, especially in this winter. Holding my cold hand, Grandma said she would mend my body. Since then, every week there has been a large pot of medicine stewed ribs or chicken soup that has been boiling all day. Drink and drink, the tears that had been gradually resting come back again, but this time it was filled with happiness, perhaps like the bowl of soup, even though bitter, it contains wrapped sweetness and love. Originally, I have not been lonely.

两个月后，我站在全国的颁奖典礼上，让舞台的灯光恣意闪耀，接下奖座的瞬间，眼前的观众竟全变得模糊，玻璃奖座也毫不带重量，我只想起那个太疲倦的夜晚，有个女孩坐在书桌前捧着一碗汤，含着泪饮下，那化不开的苦和其相伴左右的鲜美。

Two months later, I stood at the national award ceremony and let the stage lights shine freely. At the moment of receiving the award, the audience in front of me became blurry and the glass award was weightless. I only remembered that very tired night when a girl sat at her desk holding a bowl of soup and drank it with tears. The inextricable bitterness and the accompanying delicious.

味道 篇5

今年老家的冬季虽没白雪皑皑，但却寒风萧萧。寒风终于消停了，我和外婆就趁着这个好时机把鸡赶去稻地上吃稻子。

Although there is no snow in winter in my hometown this year, the wind is chilly. The cold wind finally stopped. Grandma and I took advantage of this good opportunity to drive the chicken to the rice field to eat rice.

走在前往稻地的石头路上，外婆边走边用木棍拍打地面，让鸡群往前走。鸡群边走边发出“咯咯”的声响，我跟在后面慢慢走。脚底与乱石摩擦发出的声音沉闷而富有节奏感，两者融为一体，难道它们在歌颂冬天的愉悦？

Walking on the stone road to the rice field, Grandma beat the ground with a wooden stick while walking to let the chickens go forward. The chickens made a "cluck" sound as they walked, and I walked slowly behind them. The sound from the friction between the sole of the foot and the riprap is dull and rhythmic. The two are integrated. Are they singing the joy of winter?

石头路引伸前进，我还在回味鸡群和我共同演奏的乐曲的音韵，回味那别具一格的情调，不知不觉中就到了外婆家的稻地。

As the stone road stretched forward, I was still savoring the melody of the music played by the chickens and me together, and the unique atmosphere. I unconsciously arrived at Grandma's rice field.

“呕—呕—”外婆一声声地喊着，让鸡群停止前进。鸡群好似听话的孩子们，乖乖地停了下来。外婆用木棍指着前进的方向，鸡群一摇一晃地跟了过去。我嗅到了稻与地的芬芳，那种香味与外婆身上的味道似曾相识。稻地上的一颗颗饱满的稻子铺在地面上，饥饿的鸡群顿时眼前一亮，快速地向稻粒奔去。

"Ouch - ouch -" Grandma shouted loudly to stop the chickens. The chickens, like obedient children, stopped obediently. Grandma pointed at the direction of progress with a wooden stick, and the chickens followed her. I smelled the fragrance of rice and land, which was familiar to Grandma. When the rice fields were covered with plump rice, the hungry chickens suddenly saw a light and ran towards the rice grains quickly.

瞧，那只全棕色的母鸡，看准目标，低头，张大嘴巴，用力一啄，稻粒进肚，它满意地扑了扑翅膀，好作文像还在回味无穷；看，那只夹着黑色鸡毛的鸡也吃的津津有味，它那灵敏的眼睛一看一个准，眼前大片大片的食物引诱着它；再看，那只平时很强势的大公鸡它也被这美味所征服，平时的威武模样全都烟灰云散了。它用那炯炯有神的眼睛扫视着周围的食物……填饱饥饿的鸡群开始做饭后运动，它们脚下扬起的泥土便是欢乐的痕迹。外婆那布满皱纹的脸上被这群可爱的鸡群逗笑了，我也跟着傻傻地笑了。

Look, that all brown hen, looking at the target, lowered her head, opened her mouth, and pecked hard. The rice grains came into her stomach. She flapped her wings with satisfaction, and the good composition seemed to have endless aftertaste; Look, the chicken with black feathers is also eating with relish. Its sensitive eyes are accurate at every look, and the large pieces of food in front of it lure it; Again, the big rooster, which is usually very powerful, was also conquered by this delicacy, and its usual powerful appearance was all gone. It scanned the food around with its bright eyes... The hungry chickens began to cook, and the soil raised under their feet was a sign of joy. Grandma's wrinkled face was amused by this group of lovely chickens, and I laughed silly too.

在稻地上，我们的身影浮现，乡下生活的场景也随之浮现，人与鸡之间的默契，外婆的亲切呼唤，还有那远处朦胧的山与云，都是那么让人流连忘返！

On the rice field, we emerged, and the scene of rural life also emerged. The tacit understanding between people and chickens, the kind call of grandma, and the hazy mountains and clouds in the distance all made people linger!

现在，我终于知道了那似曾相识的味道是什么。是稻子！它把自己的朴实传给了外婆。每天赶鸡时，稻子的气息融入了外婆的血液中。久而久之，外婆的身上就有了稻子的味道。现在每当我深情凝眸时，在眼前仿佛都会看见面容沧桑的外婆迎着风，跟着鸡群一起在翻腾的金黄稻浪翩翩起舞，还有那片稻地上发生的一切……

Now, I finally know what the taste of deja vu is. It's rice! It passed on its simplicity to Grandma. When driving chickens every day, the smell of rice was integrated into Grandma's blood. Over time, Grandma's body had the taste of rice. Now when I gaze at her affectionately, I seem to see her face in the wind, dancing with the chickens in the billowing golden rice waves, and what happened in the rice field

味道 篇6

沿着竹简的丝丝纹理，顺着布帛的脉脉条痕，在醉人的晚风中，携一抹清浅月光，走入时光深处，去寻觅悠长历史中诗词的味道。

Along the silk texture of bamboo slips, along the veins of cloth, in the intoxicating evening wind, with a touch of light moonlight, go into the depths of time to find the flavor of poetry in the long history.

诗词的味道，如酒，浓醇浑厚，入口只余断肠泪。吟那一句“浊酒一杯家万里，燕然未勒归无计”，那一口浓烈的浊酒仿佛也流入了我的心底，刺得人眼泪直打转。想将士们在战场上百转千回，却终究还是思归不得归。又叹一句“明月楼高休独倚，酒入愁肠，化作相思泪”，又是一口醇酒灌在心田。瞬间，仿佛就体味到了诗人独自登高望月的凄愁与哀思。那万般无奈与深深的孤寂，催酒成泪啊！

The taste of poetry, like wine, is thick and mellow, leaving only heartbroken tears in the mouth. As I recited the sentence, "A cup of turbid wine is worth ten thousand li, and there is no way for Yan Ran to return without restraint." The strong turbid wine seemed to flow into my heart, which made people cry. I want my soldiers to return to the battlefield, but I still can't return. Then he sighed, "The moon tower is high and reclining, and the wine is sad and turns into tears of love", and another mouthful of mellow wine was poured into his heart. In an instant, it seems that I have experienced the sadness and sadness of the poet who climbed up alone to watch the moon. All kinds of helplessness and deep loneliness make you cry!

原来，诗词的味道，似酒，带着无限哀情与愁思，令人苦涩难言。

It turns out that the taste of poetry is like wine, with infinite sadness and melancholy, which makes people bitter.

诗词的味道，更是如花。在夏末秋来之际，吟一句“红藕香残玉簟秋，轻解罗裳，独上兰舟。”读着读着，便似有一缕清幽的夏荷残香，自手中书卷扑面而来，点染着空气中的丝丝秋凉，只余点点若有若无的闲愁与凄苦缱绻于心。或是在零零的落花边轻咏“零落成泥碾作尘，只有香如故”。不似鲜活的花朵般润作文泽，尘中落花的丝丝余香，和着细尘、清风，钻入鼻腔，味道是干燥的，耐人寻味的，需要用心去捕捉。正如落花之品德，它或许为人所轻视，其实细细观察，便能被它一生默默奉献的无私而感动。

The taste of poetry is even more like flowers. At the end of summer and the coming of autumn, I recited a sentence: "Red lotus root, fragrant, residual jade, sit on the autumn mat, take off my clothes, and go to the orchid boat alone." As I read, it seems that there is a faint scent of summer lotus. The book in my hand comes to my face, and it is tinged with the autumn bleakness in the air, leaving only a little bit of carefree sorrow and sadness in my heart. Or chant in the edge of the scattered falling flowers, "Scattered into mud and crushed into dust, only fragrant as before". It is not like a fresh flower to moisten the texture. The fragrance of falling flowers in the dust, together with fine dust and breeze, penetrates into the nose. The taste is dry and thought-provoking, which needs to be carefully captured. Just like the character of the falling flower, it may be despised by people. In fact, if you carefully observe it, you can be moved by its selflessness of silent dedication throughout its life.

原来，诗词之味亦如花，清新，温润，柔腻，看似则无，实则余韵无穷，感人肺腑。

It turns out that the flavor of poetry is also like flowers, fresh, warm, soft, seemingly without, but in fact, the lingering charm is infinite and touching.

诗词的味道亦是似风。“谁家玉笛暗飞声，散入春风满洛城。”春风徐徐而过，一丝春日的芳香轻轻拂过鼻尖。更令人动容的便是这种入春风的曲，带着点儿风中的暗香，款款侵入心底，润湿眼眶。思故人，怀故园的情愁爱恨，带着春日的绵绵的芳香，在我脑海中挥之不去。“细草微风岸，危樯独夜舟。”在这深夜江畔的微风中，夹杂着夜独有的清凉味道，江岸旁的湿润味道，细草独有的清新味道，和着诗人沉郁的优思。晚风的清冽之味，轻而载重，似重而轻。

The taste of poetry is also like wind. "Whose jade flute flies in the dark, and the spring breeze fills Luoyang." The spring breeze is passing slowly, and a trace of spring fragrance gently blows across the tip of my nose. What is more impressive is that this kind of music in the spring breeze, with a little faint fragrance in the wind, invades the bottom of my heart and moistens my eyes. I miss my old friends and cherish the feelings, worries, love and hate of my hometown. With the lingering fragrance of spring, it lingers in my mind. "On the shore of the fine grass and the gentle breeze, the boat stands alone at night." In this late night breeze by the riverside, there is a unique cool taste of night, a moist taste by the riverside, a unique fresh taste of fine grass, and the poet's gloomy thoughts. The cool taste of the evening wind is light and heavy, as if heavy and light.

原来，诗词有着风的清朗之味，徐徐漫过心底。

It turns out that poetry has the clear and bright flavor of the wind, which slowly permeates the bottom of my heart.

拂去历史的尘埃，轻捧书卷淡看庭前花开，轻吟诗词，细品其味，未尝不是一种静然安好的生活……

Wipe away the dust of history, hold a book lightly, look at the flowers in front of the court, recite poems lightly, and taste their taste. It is a quiet and safe life

初三的味道作文 篇7

一窗暖阳外的一方蔚蓝，一泉溪水后的一片墨绿，一弯明月下的一抹淡黄，是我仅记得的家乡的味道。

The blue outside the warm sun, the dark green behind a spring stream, and the light yellow under a bright moon are the only flavor of my hometown that I can remember.

这是一个普通的村落。

This is an ordinary village.

几声洪亮的鸡啼准时传进一间白墙黑瓦的小屋，将我扯出梦乡，我眨着惺忪的双眼适应这笼罩着我的一窗暖阳，心情不由得开朗起来。然后我斜倚在窗边，望向那一方蔚蓝的天空，等着一声声嘹亮有力的吆喝从远处传来：“炒果条、鼠壳果、鸭母捻，五块钱一碗嘞！”等着家乡的味道弥漫在屋外的小巷上。

Several loud crows of chickens came into a white walled and black tiled hut on time, pulling me out of sleep. I blinked my bleary eyes to adapt to the warm sun that was hanging over my window, and I couldn't help but be cheerful. Then I leaned against the window, looked at the blue sky, and waited for a loud and powerful shout from a distance: "Fried fruit sticks, mouse shell fruits, mother duck twisters, five yuan for a bowl!" Waiting for the smell of home to permeate the alley outside.

村落依一泉溪水而建，午后溪边常有孩童嬉闹的快活的身影，溅起的水花飘到一旁正帮着婶婶烤鱼的我的身边。刚捕起的鱼儿在火堆中“嗞嗞”作响，慢慢变得焦黄，在飘香中叔叔抱着一串香蕉从溪水后的那片墨绿的蕉林中走出，拍了拍怀里的香蕉，热情地招呼道：“快来尝尝家乡的味道！”

The village is built on the water of a spring. In the afternoon, there are often children playing happily beside the stream. The splash of water floats to my side, who is helping my aunt roast fish. The fish just caught sizzled in the fire and slowly became yellow. In the fragrance, my uncle walked out of the dark green banana forest behind the stream with a bunch of bananas in his arms, patted the bananas in his arms, and warmly said, "Come and taste the taste of my hometown!"

一弯明月远远地挂在天边，星星被隐没了身形，晚风拂过，将这一大家子热腾腾的饭菜香带去很远。爷爷兴致勃勃地从屋内捧来一坛糯米酒，道：“这酒可是自家泡了好几年的，过了这村可就没这店了。”说罢将坛子打开，一阵浓郁的酒香在这夜色下散开，身后几颗平日被爷爷精心呵护的桂花树似也不甘示弱，一抹抹淡黄的小花躲在绿叶间发出沁人心脾的幽香。在这醉人的月光下，在这醉人的家乡的味道中，与爷爷奶奶聊着天，我也微醉了。

A bright moon was hanging in the sky far away, the stars were hidden, and the evening wind blew, carrying the hot food fragrance of this family far away. Grandpa cheerfully brought a jar of glutinous rice wine from the house and said, "This wine has been brewed by himself for several years. After this village, there will be no shop." Then he opened the jar, and a strong smell of wine spread under the night. Several osmanthus trees behind him, which were carefully cared by Grandpa, seemed unwilling to be outdone. A touch of light yellow flowers hid among the green leaves, giving a refreshing fragrance. In the intoxicating moonlight, in the taste of the intoxicating hometown, I was slightly drunk while chatting with my grandparents.

家乡的味道，是异于城市车水马龙、流光溢彩的味道。一座山、一片湖，没有城市中山山水水背后的人工雕琢的刻意，有的只是那一份独有的自然、清静。

The taste of my hometown is different from that of the busy city. A mountain, a lake, there is no artificial carving behind the mountains and waters in the city, there is only a unique natural and quiet.

然而我却在这城市的汽笛声、假山、人工吃糖中越走越远，远离了一窗暖阳外的一方蔚蓝，远离了一泉溪水后的一片墨绿，远离了一弯明月下的一抹淡黄，远离了家乡的味道。远方的家乡，牵连着我无尽思绪的家乡啊，如今，回想着你的味道，我还能找到回去的路吗？

However, I walked farther and farther in the sound of sirens, rockeries and artificial candy in this city, away from the blue outside a window of warm sun, away from the dark green behind a spring stream, away from the light yellow under a bright moon and away from the taste of my hometown. My distant hometown, my hometown with endless thoughts, can I find my way back now when I think about your taste?