Write a paragraph about the concert hall in the kitchen as follows:

1. The kitchen is a concert hall. When washing vegetables, the faucet turns into a soprano singer, whizzing! Wow! Listen, this is what it is singing to the cabbage. When cutting vegetables, the kitchen knife is a percussionist, dong dong dong! Boom, boom, boom! Listen, this is it accompaniment to the broccoli. When cooking, the spatula is like a maracas, rustling! Swish, swish, swish!

Listen, this is the march it plays for twice-cooked pork. Yeah, the rice is cold! The microwave opened its big mouth and ate the cold meal. Didi didi! Didi didi! It opened its big mouth again and hummed a tune to tell its mother that the rice was hot!

I wanted to drink juice, and the fruits lined up and danced into the juicer one by one. Hoo ho ho! Hoo ho ho! After the juice was squeezed, we heard bursts of praise for the concert from the dinner table.

2. The kitchen is a concert hall. "Wow!" When I heard my mother turn on the faucet and wash the vegetables, I knew that there was another big meal to eat today. After a while, the sound of water stopped, "dong dong". I didn't hear this familiar sound, and I knew that my mother was cutting meat again. "Swish" the meat slices were put into the pot, and the sound of "sizzling" sounded from time to time in the pot.

With a "plop", the shrimp was poured into the cooking pot, and it made a "plop" sound from time to time. After a while, the shrimp was cooked, and my mother took off the skin of the shrimp and put it into the wok. Makes the sound of cooking. When I heard it this time, I definitely knew my mother’s dish - soy sauce shrimp. "Swish", the skin of the white radish was peeled off, followed by another "plop" sound, mother pressed the lid on the pot and began to stew the ribs.

There was a continuous sound of "chichi" and "ding-ding-dong-dang". My mother had already put the dishes on the plate. As long as my mother gave the order, I would quickly go over to eat. "It's time to eat." Before mom finished speaking, I had already sat down. Mom's symphony is louder than the sound of the piano and louder than the sound of the knock. I think this is a unique symphony in the world.