You know what? Making dumplings is no easier than eating dumplings! Now listen to me!
One evening during the winter vacation, my mother and I discussed and said, 'eat dumplings tonight. I want to learn to make dumplings.' Mom said yes. I couldn't wait for my mother to help me put on my apron and came to the kitchen.
My mother first twisted a piece of cut noodles into slender strips, and then pulled the noodles into small balls one by one. At this time, my mother picked up the rolling pin in her right hand and kept turning small balls in her left hand. After a while, these small balls turned into round and thin dumpling skin in my mother's hand, ha ha! It's amazing!
I picked up the dumpling skin and began to make dumplings like my mother. I put the dumpling skin in my left hand and put some meat stuffing in the middle of the dumpling skin with chopsticks in my right hand. Then, I began to pinch from the middle of the dumpling skin, along to the right to the tail, and in the same way, from the middle to the left. In this way, my first dumpling came out. I was so happy that I put it on a curtain, smiled and said to my mother, 'my dumplings are really ugly! The belly is flat, and the dumplings are like chicken crowns, ha ha! How ugly! " My mother encouraged me and said, 'it's good, but there's too little meat. Next pay attention.' I listened to my mother and wrapped it up again. After a while, I made a dozen dumplings. Although there are only a dozen dumplings, they are strange and different! There are 'flat belly King', there is' big belly 'and' open your mouth and laugh '& hellip& hellip; ha-ha! Mom said the dumplings I made were shrimp and crab.
At dinner, I ate my own dumplings, which was sweeter than honey! ha-ha!
I learned to make dumplings for the first time. Today, my parents were making dumplings, and I watched. Mom said, 'can you wrap it?' Dad smiled and said, 'show your hands.' I rolled up my sleeves and arched my hands: 'dad, I'll take you as my teacher now.' No gift. " Mother said to her father angrily: 'it's always not serious. No, you should be serious. " I echoed, 'Mom, just watch!' My father taught me to pick up a dumpling skin, put the stuffing, pinch the dumpling skin with my index finger and thumb, and then pinch both sides, not only pinch, but also add 'pattern'. Dad explained while demonstrating. I learned and practiced. I made the first dumpling according to the operating procedures and put it on the table. Mother smiled and said, 'it's an ugly duckling!' I have a closer look. It's really not in good shape. As a teacher, I tell you - 'the ugly duckling will become a white swan.' Dad's words made me can only move forward, not backward. This time, my father changed his strategy, taught me to pack the second, stood aside and instructed me to pack the third, and let me pack the fourth & hellip& hellip; In this way, I wrapped it one by one, and more and more dumplings were made. Mother was full of praise when she saw it; ' Oh, the white swan is having a party here. 'everyone laughed after listening to it.
Today's dumplings, I eat very fragrant, especially sweet in my heart, because they are the fruits of my labor, labor is really happy!
Suddenly, my mother bought meat today and asked us to make dumplings together.
I first roll the dough into a round shape, then put some meat stuffing on the dough with chopsticks, bend the dough with my hand, then close the dough and squeeze it tightly with my hand. But because I put too many fillings, I didn't succeed. The noodles stuck. I was a little depressed and wanted to give up. At this time, I thought: now that I've done it, I can't give up halfway. Maybe I'll succeed if I stick to it for a while. Sure enough, I accepted the lesson of putting more vegetables and less vegetables. In this way, my first dumpling was wrapped. With the joy of success, then I packed a lot.
After a while, the dumplings were wrapped and boiled. I ate the fruits of my labor and felt really fragrant.
Yuanping Youth Street Primary School in Shanxi Province made dumplings for the first time with 650 words. Making dumplings today is simple to say but difficult to do! The first time I made dumplings, they were more ugly than dog dung! The dumplings my father taught me to make are the super difficult of the super difficult: the kind of dumplings that make snacks in Shaxian County. Uncle who sells boiled dumplings doesn't make them like that, but dad makes them so beautiful! It is also like a crystal bag and fish shaped. When boiled in a pot, each 'crystal bag' lives like a small fish. I envy my father!
'first, hold one corner of the dumpling, and then fold one corner up, a little higher, right! Then fold the other corner. Each corner should be a little higher than the front corner! Finally, squash the remaining corner! " Look, my father is teaching me again. I'm so stupid. My father said so many times. I also made so many dumplings. None of them was beautifully wrapped. One by one, my father had to wrap it again. My father said, 'radish dumplings, you see what you do! Make meat dumplings after making turnip dumplings! " Then I had to make turnip dumplings. I learned the lesson before. I summoned up the courage to make turnip dumplings. Finally, I made one. " Yes, it's a bit like! " Excellent! The more I make dumplings, the more like I am, but there is a certain distance between my father and me, 'dad, when did you learn to make dumplings?' I asked, because I had never seen my father make dumplings before. " I just learned it today! " Dad said proudly. 'no & hellip; The content of this page is pushed & hellip; by "read. 4hw. Com. CN";. It can't be true! Which is your first dumpling? " I asked Find it yourself! " Well & hellip;.. This! No, this! Right! " I asked yes! You see, my first dumpling doesn't look good, but the second one looks good! I can! Why can't you? " I make dumplings with my heart. I always hope that one can be as beautiful as my father's dumplings! I made a beautiful dumpling and said to my father, 'is this beautiful?' Yes, but your dumpling head is pointed, but the dumpling head must be round! " A minute and a second passed. The dumplings were all wrapped and ready to be cooked. My father asked me to do my homework, but my composition wanted to write about making dumplings today. My father asked me to write other homework first.
After dinner, I wrote down this composition. It's so comfortable! As long as you know the skills to make dumplings, you will make them beautiful. You can also make a bag of this' crystal bag 'when you are free!
Summer vacation diary of grade 64 of Huangtian primary school: the first time I made dumplings was 250 words. We ate dumplings at noon today. When my parents made dumplings, I also learned to make a few.
When I wrapped the first one, I put more stuffing like my parents, and then began to pinch it from the side. As a result, the more I squeezed the stuffing, the more I ran out. Finally, I wrapped it into a stuffing wrapper. I looked up at my mother in disappointment. She just smiled and encouraged me to continue making the second one. This time, I learned a lesson. I only put a few traps. As a result, it was easy to make it, but I didn't look like a dumpling, which was no different from wonton.
My mother saw that I didn't wrap well, so she taught me step by step. She held snow-white pastry in one hand and chopsticks in the other hand. I learned step by step. As a result, I finally succeeded. I made a decent dumpling. My mother smiled and gave me a thumbs up to let me practice well. I packed them one by one according to the method my mother just taught me. After a while, I packed more than a dozen. Looking at more than a dozen 'white general' in front of me, don't mention how happy I was.
After a while, the dumplings were cooked. I picked out more than a dozen of my 'white skin generals' from the pot and ate them with relish. The first time to make dumplings 450 words in life, there are many more than the first time, the first time to cook, the first time to skate & hellip& hellip; The first time I remember most is making dumplings.
That day, my mother was making dumplings. I looked at it and thought: making dumplings is so simple! I said to my mother, 'Mom, I want to pack one, too.' Mother quickly agreed. It's really easy to see flowers but difficult to embroider! Look at what I wrapped, either more stuffing or less stuffing, either thin skin or thick skin. Look at what my mother wrapped, just like a energetic general. Standing on the station, and mine? He got down before he got to the battlefield. I really envy my mother's dumplings. My mother's dumplings stand there, motionless, as if they are undergoing a severe test. What about my dumplings? His legs were weak and he didn't dare to look up and see anyone. I wrapped another one. I pinched both sides, but its full belly was exposed. I sighed, 'it's really difficult!' I was a little out of breath. My mother said to me, 'do everything from beginning to end, and don't give up halfway.' After listening, I nodded.
My mother taught me to make dumplings. First put the stuffing in it, no more and no less. Then pinch one end first and make one end. Then I made a dumpling. Now I look like a general who came back from winning a war. I smiled happily. However, when I missed it for a while, the dumpling became a listless soldier again. Although some of the dumplings were broken, they were still delicious. Although the dumplings were not wrapped well, they were still delicious. I smiled happily. I was still sweet after eating honey. That smile was more pure and lovely.
It's really hard to make dumplings! " It's easy to see flowers, but difficult to embroider ', which left a deep memory for me. For the first time, I remembered 650 words forever in my heart. In a trance, I came to the operating room. The baby's cry made me curious. I came up to have a look, ah! How ugly! Wrinkled skin, closed ears, no hair, alas! Who is this? So ugly?
I don't want to see her and wander into a house. " Yao'er, come on, mom. " A woman of twenty-five or six shouted intimately to her child. The child was born like a clever child. A pair of big eyes were embedded in the white and red steamed stuffed bun face. She 'babbled' and stumbled into her mother's arms, sucking her fingers and laughing. I looked at joy, showed my true body, smiled at her and wanted to scare her, but unexpectedly, she also smiled at me. The fleshy little hand touched my face and murmured, 'meet, meet & hellip& hellip;' My heart was startled. I hid myself and ran away from the window.
Since I can remember, I have wandered around the world in the state of no man, no ghost, no ghost. I don't know my name, and I don't know who I am. I can hide my real body or show my real body, but I can't speak and have no heartbeat. In the days when I swam, I heard them -- that is, humans say, 'people have a heart, which is an inch in the seventh rib of your left chest.' But I didn't care how to find it, and I couldn't feel the rhythm of my heart at all.
But twice, I felt the rhythm of my heart -- the sound of 'thumping' hitting my soul. Once in the operating room and once in that room, I don't know whether this girl is the baby in those years. I only know that I want to find her and feel the rhythm of my heart.
When she was five years old, she only had one group dance on June 1 children's day. When she was six years old, holding two yuan, she drove alone for an hour to school for the first time; When she was seven, her father took her to another school; When she was ten years old, she cut her mouth on her birthday;