High-quality essay materials for the middle school entrance examination: 2 I left for the tea

In the cold air, a pot of smoking boiling water washed away the tea.

As a Hakka, I have been obsessed with Hakka taste since I was a child. Every time I mention my hometown, it always arouses my love for tea and my heartfelt enthusiasm. What I left for the tea was a period of memories.

When I grew up, I rarely returned to my hometown. Finally, this summer, Dad had time to take our family back to spend with Grandma. As soon as I entered the house, I smelled the aroma of stir-fried tea, which aroused my thoughts about making tea. My grandmother told my sister and I to go to the balcony and smash all the ingredients to be brewed with a tea stick, and my sister and I tacitly jumped and pounded. Grandma couldn't help but laugh when she saw it, and her laughter was like the sun in the winter, dispelling the cold on her body. Soon, Grandma used boiling water to disperse the mashed ingredients, mixed well, and brought them to the table. A lot of dishes were added to the table and the tea was added, and the fragrance aroused my deepest attachment to the tea.

What I leave behind for the tea is the most beautiful essence of hakka.

As soon as the tea is made, even a dozen people are enough to eat, and the most prominent thing about hakka is their hospitality. Of course, speaking loudly can reflect their enthusiasm, so the whole atmosphere in the home is hot and baked. Uncle was very enthusiastic to help me pick vegetables, and afraid that I would not have enough to eat, helped me add food. Finally, after everyone finished eating, they drank a few sips of tea in the living room and left, leaving the aroma of tea that most worried me, and the hot baking atmosphere, which had not dissipated for a long time.

Tea brings me the deepest attachment to my hometown, and I have almost no time to return to my hometown after I went to junior high school. My uncle in the same neighborhood made tea and asked our family to eat it. I hadn't tasted the aroma of tea for a long time, and I couldn't help but go early, and then I started to move. The adults were chatting, and my uncle helped me add tea and told me to eat more. For a moment, I was in a trance, and suddenly understood that my attachment and love was not only to leave the scene, but to the enthusiasm and words of the Hakka family, and the charm of the Hakka family aroused my deepest attachment to my hometown.

What I left for tea is not only my inner enthusiasm, but also a celebration of the good qualities of Hakka.