① A beautiful story essay of 500 words
A beautiful story
There was a little boy with a flat nose who had encephalitis when he was two years old. , the intelligence is impaired and it is difficult to learn. For example, others can write two to three hundred words, but he can only write three or five lines. But even in such a composition, he can still write it as beautifully as flowers.
It was a composition class, and the title was "Wish". He thought about it very seriously for a long time, and then wrote it very seriously. The composition was very short, only three sentences: I have two wishes. The first one is that my mother looks at me with a smile every day and says: "You are so smart." "The second thing is that the teacher looked at me with a smile every day and said: "You are not stupid at all."
So, it was this composition that deeply moved the teacher, that mother-like The teacher not only gave him the highest score, but also recited the essay emotionally to the class, and commented stroke by stroke: "You are very smart, and your essay is very touching. Don't worry, my mother will definitely be extra special." If you like you, the teacher will definitely like you very much, and everyone will definitely like you very much." Holding the composition book in his hands, he smiled and jumped home like a magpie. But he didn't show the composition to his mother. He was waiting for a beautiful moment.
The moment finally arrived, it was my mother's birthday - a sunny Sunday. That day, he got up very early and put the composition in a beautiful big envelope made by himself. On the envelope was a drawing of a little boy with a flat nose. The little boy was grinning sweetly. He looked at his mother quietly, waiting for her to wake up. As soon as my mother opened her eyes and woke up, he sweetly called out: "Mom". Then he walked up to me with a smile and said: "Mom, today is your birthday, I want to give you a gift."
Mom smiled: "What?"
"Mine Composition." The little boy handed over the big envelope with both hands.
After receiving the envelope, my mother’s heart was pounding!
Sure enough, after reading this composition, my mother burst into tears, and then she hugged the little boy very tightly, as if he would suddenly run away.
② Write your own story of 500 words! ! quick! !
As a girl, I should be sweet, obedient, and well-behaved, but I am outgoing, carefree, and some people even say that I am very aggressive. Even my biological parents said I didn’t look like a girl!
Just like last time, I went to barbecue and eat. The delicious food made me "saliva water three thousand feet", and it tasted "gobbled", which was very unlike a lady. (This is a slight exaggeration.) Dad saw it and said, "Look, whose child eats like you? Compare your sister Jiang Jing to see if she eats like you!" Really, she doesn’t look like a girl at all! “Humph, who wouldn’t be like me when they encounter delicious food?
Another time, I forced my father to play table tennis. My father said: "I say Jiang Yu, look at other girls who are learning painting, singing, and dancing. After Training, all of them are talented girls, you should study hard..." "I understand, let's go quickly!" It took a lot of effort to pull dad up, but after only a while, I already lost several times. A ball. Suddenly, my father hit us with a tackle, causing "heavy casualties" on our side. I was careless and blurted out: "Damn, we are so angry! Watch me kill you!" Those who were sitting and watching Mom was unhappy and said, "Yuyu, why are you so rude? Where did you learn it? You're still not a girl! Apologize to daddy!" What are you doing? If you go to our school, you might learn better than me. It’s still crooked!
Alas, adults always hope that boys will become dragons and girls will become phoenixes, but like me, there is probably no hope. When will I become a "phoenix"?
2. Childhood is a fragrant flower. Everyone has had flower-like years, poetic stories, and many innocent dreams.
I remember when I first entered kindergarten, I dreamed that one day I could spread my wings in the blue sky like a bird and soar freely. As my knowledge increased, I realized that this was just a dream. An ideal that is only possible by studying hard and becoming a pilot or astronaut when you grow up. Therefore, I am very envious of being a teacher. She has a lot of knowledge to impart to the students, and has taught so many pilots, astronauts, scientists, calligraphers... Being a teacher can help students achieve their goals. All your dreams!
When I was a child, I had infinite admiration for my teachers. Whenever someone asks me: "What is your dream?" I always answer decisively: "I want to be a knowledgeable teacher when I grow up." When we only know that we can play when we have time, it is The teacher told us the importance of time and standardized our daily life schedule; when we looked around and made small movements in class, it was the teacher who guided us into the palace of knowledge and swim in the ocean of knowledge; when we ignored our desks during class When we were sweating profusely from the collision of chairs, it was the teacher who guided us to play games and taught us how to enjoy the fun of making friends; when we first picked up a pen, it was the teacher who taught us the correct posture to hold the pen and draw stroke by stroke. Spelling; when we came home from school, the teacher told us over and over again how to cross the road safely...
In the classroom, we could not see a trace of their troubles as mortals, only them Full of enthusiasm for education; regardless of their frail bodies, it is they who stand on the podium with smiles. Putting aside family difficulties, it is they who stand on the podium enthusiastically. In their hearts, there are only students and education. Their selfless spirit has created batch after batch of talents, filling one gap after another for the glory of the motherland.
For this dream, I must study hard, study scientific knowledge, become a qualified people's teacher, cultivate more and better talents, and send them to all fronts of the motherland to create our A more prosperous future to realize more of our dreams!
The protagonist of this story is me
You said: "Life is a book full of charm." He said: "Life is a colorful stage." I said: "The stage needs a script full of thorns to interpret a nearly perfect life story."
On the stage of life, as a young and ignorant newcomer, I will express my innocence due to the appreciation of others. He smiles, but from time to time he also expresses the feeling that "people have to bow their heads when they are under the eaves". Of course, there are falls and injuries. At this time, under the gorgeous lights, what illuminated me was not the glory, but the white loneliness; in the dynamic music, what accompanied me was not the ***, but the ridiculing words of others and the director's sharp gaze. With that unwilling heart, I clenched my fists, but a moment later, facing the empty auditorium, I could only helplessly shake my head and sigh: "Alas!"
"There is a lot of talent in the world." , and then there is Chollima. "When you are patiently waiting for Bole to dig you out, do you realize how many opportunities have been taken away from you like water? Will you still sit still and wait for death at this time? "No, I won't." This deepest cry in my heart aroused the unfailing belief in my heart, so I would climb up awkwardly from the stage where I fell. "Oh..." I seemed to understand something. So I will no longer wander under the dark flashlight of the past, nor will I become decadent and lose my way, nor will I sink deeper and deeper into the quagmire of failure, but I will look for another turning point. It turns out that it was only when it got dark that I realized that the light was most grateful for nothing else but the darkness.
There are far more waves than calms in life. Life is not smooth sailing. I finally realized this truth. So when autumn comes and the leaves fall, I will face it happily. Who unconscionably said that difficulties and setbacks are our best friends? Do you really think that way when you are in adversity? It is our enemy. If you are weak, it will be strong. If you are strong, it will be weak. At this time, I am no longer stupid. I know that the night before dawn is always the darkest, so I would secretly encourage myself on the stage: "Yeah! Just hold on, can the light be far behind?" So I wiped the tears from my eyes, washed the mud from my feet, Tie up your shoelaces and rush towards success.
Perhaps the audience will think this life story is boring - there is no sensational title, no ups and downs of the plot, just countless "ahem", "oh" and "yeah". It's rewind, but I'm not disappointed by it. Because whether it is the miserable "Alas", the repentant "Oh", or the exciting "Yeah", it will become an indispensable chapter in my life. Without them, my life would not be complete.
Sixty percent of life is spent in hardships, and I once suspected that the many obstacles had reduced me from the protagonist to a supporting role. But from time to time, Beethoven's cry "I want to strangle fate by the throat" and Edison's narration "I have found more than a thousand materials that are not suitable for making filaments" sounded on the stage. So I know that the biggest enemy in life is myself. As long as I don't give up, don't give up, and hold on to the ambition of "recovering from a thousand hardships" and the belief that "you can never destroy your ambitions due to temporary disturbances", I will survive this test of my own, even if I am exhausted. It's blood and bruises all over my body. The protagonist of this life story is still me.
So, amidst the ridicule of others, I understood that I am the protagonist of my story, so ups and downs are the only way for me to go through. Under the director's sharp gaze, I understood that because I am the protagonist of my story, suffering is the river I must cross. In the sound of falling leaves, I understand that because I am the protagonist of my story, setbacks are the mountain I must climb.
Standing on the stage, I still shine.
③ My journey to painting, a composition of about 400 to 500 words. !
My road to painting
There is a winding path interspersed on the road of my life, which is my road to painting. This road started when I was still in kindergarten. At that time, I was only about six or seven years old. Since I was young at the time, I could only start with children's drawings. It went very well at first. The teacher is a great artist. She has published some books and magazines about personal art exhibitions. The teacher’s name often appears in many art books. She is the slightly famous teacher Xu Ye. She was very vivid when teaching us. The only regret is that because my imagination was not rich enough, I couldn't think of what to draw, so I left the class on my own. It was less than two years after I started studying...
After attending elementary school , I embarked on the road of painting again, this time with an old teacher named Gu. Her lectures were more vivid, and I quickly mastered the essentials. This is painted with oil pastels. Maybe I am more sensitive to colors and I am very good at selecting, using and matching colors. The paintings I draw are tangible, colorful, spiritual and meaningful. A year later, he transferred to another great art teacher to study. Teacher Song Feng is 1.8 meters tall. Although he has just graduated from college, he has already made great achievements. When painting, he is calm and composed every time he writes.
After the fourth grade, I bid farewell to children's drawings and officially started learning basic art - sketching. Regarding sketching, it can be said that no one had any foundation at that time. In other words, everyone was on the same starting line. I remember that in the first class, I was not very good at drawing. Everything on the paper was just in my brain, and I didn’t care about angles, light and shade, perspective and other issues. After these three years. My sketching skills have improved by leaps and bounds, and my paintings have become more impressive.
Now I am still walking on this road of painting, and I don’t know what the next road will bring. But when I look back at the section of road I have walked and the deep and shallow footprints left on it, I feel very relieved, because each footprint contains a unique little footprint. story. The road ahead is still long. It may be smooth and smooth; it may be bumpy and winding. Maybe one day, I will temporarily stop walking on this road, but no matter what the road is, as long as it is a road, I will definitely be able to walk it!
④ A 500-word essay on stories in photos
Stories in photos
A photo records a story; a photo tells an experience ; A photo evokes a memory; a photo is full of emotions. It is such a small but profound photo, an ordinary yet unusual photo, so worthy of my collection.
My favorite photo was taken on the first day of the first lunar month in 2001 in the living room on the third floor of my new home.
It is clearly visible in the photo that I am sitting on the sofa with my cousin, my cousin, my grandparents and my five grandsons. In my hand, I was holding a big apple picked from the plate on the table in front of me. Every time I pull this photo out of my album, the story behind it is still fresh in my mind.
It was the first day of the first lunar month when I was two years old. My grandparents, cousins, uncles and aunts came to my house as guests. While chatting, my father asked me to take a photo with my grandparents, cousins, grandparents, and grandchildren. After knowing where I was sitting, I hurriedly found a reason to ask my father to go to the fourth floor with me first.
When I got to the fourth floor, my father asked me what I wanted to do. I spoke out what was in my heart: "Why don't I sit in the middle?" "Because my cousin is the eldest of the three children, and you and your cousin are both grandsons of your grandparents, so of course you have to sit next to your grandparents." Dad replied road. "But grandma is so old. If others see it, will she laugh at me?" "You are wrong to think so," my father then taught me earnestly, "How can others laugh at you? Although grandma is old, But she has gone through decades of hardships for our family to be happy today. As the younger generation, we should respect and love her. Without grandma, there would be no dad, and without dad, there would be no you! "I suddenly realized and realized the mistake I had just made. If others see me sitting next to my grandma in the photo, not only will they not make fun of me, but they will think that I am a good child who respects his elders and is caring!
I happily returned to the living room on the third floor, walked briskly to where I was sitting for the photo, took a big apple with respect, and handed it to grandma. Grandma smiled slightly, handed the apple back to me, and said kindly: "Grandma is old and her teeth are no longer useful. Grandma understands the idea of ??a good grandson. It's better for you to eat it!" At this time, Dad shouted: "Look at me, everyone." Come here!" I held the apple left by my grandma in my hand and stared at the camera. There was only a "click" sound, and this beautiful moment remained in the camera forever. After posting the photos, I took them, had them molded, and kept them in a photo album.
A photo contains such a story; a photo makes my mind fly back to ten years ago; a photo gives me an education of love. It is such an ordinary yet extraordinary photo that taught me how to respect and love our elders. Only in this way will our lives become better, our families happier, and our society more harmonious.
⑤ The story behind the beautiful Yifu painting essay, 500 words
Hello! You choose between the two articles.
When God closes a door for you When he opened the door, he also opened a window. When he doesn't even have a window left, draw a window for yourself!
--Inscription
I often hear people wailing loudly and painfully, "I can't live anymore." ”. It would be normal if this kind of words were limited to a certain kind of people. They may really have no hope of survival, or they may be suffering from some terrible disease and are dying; or a very big disaster will destroy their lives. His life and soul were destroyed, and he completely lost his confidence in survival. This kind of people are pitiful. They have done nothing wrong but have been deprived of the right to live. It is understandable to cry like this.
But what is puzzling is that often, the more such a person is, the less likely he is to say "I can't live anymore." They are strong and they believe they can overcome the difficulties in front of them. They can give it a try and have enough determination to endure the physical pain and mental torture that God imposes on themselves. "If you do it, you may die; if you don't do it, you will definitely die. Then just do it!" This sentence is the most appropriate description of these people. And the voices we hear in life such as "I can't live anymore" do not come from the mouths of these people at all - instead they appear in the mouths of people whose lives are many times better than these people.
His test scores dropped sharply, and he said in grief: "I can't live anymore!" The company cut wages again, and he looked up to the sky and said: "I can't live anymore!" The couple again We had a quarrel and cried: "I can't live anymore..."
Well, I don't want to say anything more. Let’s think about it another way: if your test scores have declined, it means that your scores are not so low that they can’t get any lower. They are still far from the lowest, and you can still improve them if you work hard.
The salary has dropped again. If it is your fault, then it means that you are not irreparably bad, otherwise you would have been fired long ago; if it is not your fault, such as this financial crisis, your salary will be reduced by thousands of dollars. Tens of thousands of people are also descending, but they are definitely not shouting in the sky (otherwise the roof will collapse), why not learn from them? If a husband and wife quarrel, it means that you still care about each other, otherwise Just enter the cold war or get divorced directly... Thinking about it this way, isn't it much better?
Draw a window for yourself. In "Pan's Labyrinth", the little girl used a piece of chalk to draw a door for herself, and escaped from the house where she was imprisoned, and escaped from the closed underground palace. We do not have the power of God Pan, nor the magical chalk, so we cannot do it in reality, but we can use our hearts and minds to convince ourselves, and condense our firm beliefs into an illusory piece of chalk, which is in our hearts. Draw a window for yourself in a small room with no doors or windows. In this way, you can usher in a vivid spring!
2. Draw a window for yourself
The old painter drew a window for himself and immediately felt the warmth of the sun. . When we draw a window to ourselves, we will also experience the beauty and happiness of life.
Draw a window for yourself, draw a window of hope. If you ask Yao Ming what his biggest wish is, he will tell you that it is to lead the Chinese men's basketball team to win a world championship, not to win the NBA championship with the Rockets. After saying that, he would add: "I also know, this is a dream." Because of hope, in July 2004, in the battle between China and South Korea, when the Koreans' three-pointers bloomed like fireworks, Yao Ming , has become a beacon of hope for the Chinese men’s basketball team.
Hope is power, and with hope there is the possibility of success. In fact, there is only a hopeful heart between success and failure! Draw a window of hope and you will see the dawn of success.
Draw a window for yourself, and draw a window of persistence for yourself. When Qi Baishi was young, he asked a seal carver for advice on how to learn seal carving well. The seal carver asked Qi Baishi to pick up a load of stones and go home to practice by himself. Therefore, Qi Baishi followed the teacher's instructions and practiced unremittingly day after day, year after year. The load of stones became less and less and turned into mud all over the ground. At this time, Qi Baishi's seal cutting skills were also very exquisite, and he eventually became a famous seal carver.
Because of persistence, Qi Baishi succeeded. Keep at it, success is at your feet. Draw a window of persistence, and the success cocktail party belongs to you.
Draw a window for yourself, draw a window of confidence for yourself. "There will be times when strong winds and waves break, and I will hang sails directly across the sea." "I am born with talents that will be useful. I will come back after all the money I have spent." Reading these heroic and magnificent poems, I can't help but think of Li Bai, a poet full of romance. His official career was bumpy, but he was full of confidence. Because of his self-confidence, Li Bai became the greatest poet.
Confidence is half the battle. Draw a window of confidence and take the first step to success.
Draw a window for yourself and let hope, persistence, and confidence accompany you. Draw a window for yourself and make our life different.
⑥ Story in Autumn 500 words essay
On an autumn day - a very important day for them. They, students in a class of fifth grade, were discussing an important plan, which was very important. They even held a "secret meeting" organized by the class leaders just for that matter. They arranged everything in the meeting. "Everything is going according to plan." The class committee cadre issued the order. So, they started working. The poster group immediately took chalk and a ruler and started drawing on the blackboard at the back, with one heart and one mind. On the other side, the "Poster Group No. 2" freely organized by the students was also in action; over there, the Labor Committee and the Sports Committee The "sanitation team" formed is carefully cleaning every corner of the classroom...
They are so attentive and serious! Everything is for that "secret operation".
The class bell rang, and the students standing aside closed the doors and curtains. The classroom was extremely quiet at this time, and even the breathing could be heard very clearly. At this moment, everyone's heart was pounding. The moment the teacher opened the door, everyone was ready.
When the teacher opened the door, the classroom suddenly became lively: "Teacher, happy holidays!" The students all presented the gifts they prepared. Although the gifts were small and some were only worth one or two yuan, each gift was the most beautiful. , because it contains their love for the teacher.
The teacher looked forward and saw that the wall poster had been updated again. This time the title was - Teacher, I love you! The teacher smiled and turned to look at the blackboard, which was full of beautiful patterns and words. Thank you to the teacher. The teacher's eyes were red, and after a long time he turned around and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you...thank you, classmates..." The teacher looked at the 42 pairs of eyes below. Afterwards, the 42 faces below showed bright smiles.
The autumn breeze is blowing, and the mango trees on campus are fragrant, which contains a strong relationship between teachers and students...
⑦ Write a story about what happened in the process of learning a certain art. Essay of 500 words.
A collection of compositions for sixth grade: stories and feelings in the process of learning a certain art
"My Stage" writes the story of "I" learning opera vividly and interestingly. You may have also learned a certain art, such as blowing, playing, playing, singing, calligraphy, painting, clay sculpture, and sculpture. Please write down your stories and feelings about learning a certain art.
You can also write about a piece of art you like, or an art appreciation activity, such as listening to a concert, seeing a flower show, or visiting an art gallery. Recall the author's method of expressing feelings in the text, and pay attention to using them in your exercises.
Art is my favorite. I often draw a picture when I am bored. Now that I am in sixth grade, as my homework increases, I have less and less time to draw.
When I was very young, my mother would draw pictures for me. She draws lifelike. The Snow White she painted was not only beautiful, but she also painted a beautiful dress for her. Maybe that’s when I fell in love with art! When I was still in kindergarten, my parents sent me to study art at the home of an art teacher in Tingchaoliu Village. Recalling the happy scenes at the teacher's house in the past, I couldn't help but take out the paintings I drew before. I couldn't help but find out why I used to draw so childishly. At that time, my parents always praised me for being good at painting. Maybe it's because they don't want to destroy my self-esteem! They paved a smooth cement road for my art path. But it will not always be smooth sailing on this road, and ups and downs will soon come. When I was in first grade, the teacher said that he would no longer teach children to draw, but would instead teach sketching. Because parents think that it is learned in senior grades. At this point, my art study career came to an end. Except what is taught in school. But I was not intimidated by this setback. I still paint at home. But what I draw at home is never as good as what the teacher teaches me. Once, I drew a snake, but I felt that the snake I drew looked different from the one in the book, and it didn't look the same no matter how much I revised it. I cried a lot about this. When my father and mother heard the crying, they both came to comfort me and said that the painting was very good. But I knew in my heart that they were comforting me. I cried harder. Because I don't need other people's comfort. Because at that time, I thought that other people's comfort was other people's ridicule. Later, I modified the painting. But since then, I’ve been painting harder. Until now I learned to sketch. Although my painting is not very good at the moment. But I'm still trying.
I believe that one day I will see light on my art path.
⑧ Write a composition of 450 to 500 words on "My Road to Painting"
My Road to Painting
On the road of my life, Interspersed with a winding path, that is my painting path. This road started when I was still in kindergarten. At that time, I was only about six or seven years old. Since I was young at the time, I could only start with children's drawings. It went very well at first. The teacher is a great artist. She has published some books and magazines about personal art exhibitions. The teacher’s name often appears in many art books. She is the slightly famous teacher Xu Ye. She was very vivid when teaching us. The only regret is that because my imagination was not rich enough, I couldn't think of what to draw, so I left the class on my own. It was less than two years after I started studying...
After attending elementary school , I embarked on the road of painting again, this time with an old teacher named Gu. Her lectures were more vivid, and I quickly mastered the essentials.
This is painted with oil pastels. Maybe I am more sensitive to colors and I am very good at selecting, using and matching colors. The paintings I draw are tangible, colorful, spiritual and meaningful. A year later, he transferred to another great art teacher to study. Teacher Song Feng is 1.8 meters tall. Although he has just graduated from college, he has already made great achievements. When painting, he is calm and composed every time he writes.
After the fourth grade, I bid farewell to children's drawings and officially started learning basic art - sketching. Regarding sketching, it can be said that no one had any foundation at that time. In other words, everyone was on the same starting line. I remember that in the first class, I was not very good at drawing. Everything on the paper was just in my brain, and I didn’t care about angles, light and shade, perspective and other issues. After these three years. My sketching skills have improved by leaps and bounds, and my paintings have become more impressive.
Now I am still walking on this road of painting, and I don’t know what the next road will bring. But when I look back at the section of road I have walked and the deep and shallow footprints left on it, I feel very relieved, because each footprint contains a unique little footprint. story. The road ahead is still long. It may be smooth and smooth; it may be bumpy and winding. Maybe one day, I will temporarily stop walking on this road, but no matter what the road is, as long as it is a road, I will definitely be able to walk it!
⑨ A 500-word essay on the story of a photo
I was at home today and finally recovered from my homework. In order to clear my mind, I picked up a book of "Maxims" ", just as I was flipping through the book casually, a small story frame caught my attention. The orange gouache outlined a square frame, which looked so fresh, elegant, casual and natural. When I finished reading the article in it, When I saw it, I felt that the text in the frame was the essence. . . . . .
The article tells the story of the author being invited to visit the processing sites of the world-famous jewelry brand Cartier in Geneva and Paris. To the author's surprise, the production process of a brilliant piece of jewelry is so tedious and complicated, and every staff member is patiently completing their part of the job. What moved the author most was the polisher—a white-haired old man. His job was to thread a cotton thread into the hole where the jewelry was to be inlaid, and polish the areas that were not visible after the inlay. When the author asked him if he found it boring, he said it was not boring at all. When the author asked him: "Don't you think it's a waste of time to polish this polished part that no one can see?" The old man replied: "You can't see anything. It doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist, like God.”
After I read the article, I couldn’t help but feel funny about the old man’s stubbornness, but I looked back
⑩ How about a 500-word essay on the story in the photo? Write
I opened the old photo album at home, and the yellowed photos caught my eye.
That was a photo of my mother and uncle when they were young. The mother in the photo is about seven or eight years old. She is wearing a small square-necked cloth gown and a pair of trousers. She is hugging the tree trunk and smiling brightly. It seems that she is preparing to climb up the tree. As for my uncle, he was carrying a large bamboo pole more than three meters long, not knowing what he was going to do. After asking my mother, I found out that they were going to eat the cicada shells. In those days, cicada husk was an excellent Chinese medicinal material. Every summer vacation, children from all families would get up early, carrying small baskets and long bamboo poles to look for cicada shells in the groves in the village. The older brothers and sisters climbed up the tree to look for cicadas and cicada shells, while the younger brothers and sisters helped pass bamboo poles and pick up cicadas and cicada shells. They cooperated very well. Children often set out early in the morning with dry food and don't want to go home until dark. At this time, their small baskets were filled with cicada shells, and the small baskets with lids were filled with cicadas that had not yet fallen out of their shells.
After returning home, they washed and dried the cicada shells and sent them to the drug store in the town every few days, so that the tuition for the year was covered. During the good harvest, the extra money can also be used to buy some school supplies! The cicadas in the small basket that have not completely shelled out are another rare delicacy for people. Every night, when the cicadas are out of their shells, the children can't wait to clean the tender cicadas, shouting for the adults to put them in the pot, fry them until crispy, then sprinkle some salt on them and eat them deliciously. Get up. There are even children who are as greedy as cats. On the way to the drug store to sell cicada shells, they secretly hide a few cicada shells. When they get home, when the adults are not paying attention while cooking, they put them in the oil pan, fry them, and then put them in their mouths. Li ate it with relish.
Do you know what a delicious food this was for the children at that time!
This yellowed black and white photo seems to have brought me into my mother’s childhood, allowing my mother and I to enjoy that beautiful and happy time together!