lobster

lobster

I don’t see it, I smell it first. Sitting in a chair, I have smelled the fragrance, it is a delicious lobster. This scent of awkwardness scented, the fragrance was tempting, and the fragrance could not be described in words. The juice is mixed with spicy, salty and hug, dancing, drilling into my nostrils, drilling into my heart, making my heart yearning.

When the lobster "fly" on the table, a picture is reflected in my eyes: the white lobster meat is like a "elf" is screaming! You see, it seems to lie on the endless green grass, covered with the red quilt. Is it hibernating? Maybe it is too tired! You see, the carrot flower it picks is on the plate! Yeah, my saliva has been “three thousand feet”, but I am still enjoying this harmonious picture because it is so beautiful.

red! A piece of lobster shell is red and dazzling, it is called a red! green! The paved leaves are green and green, it is called a green! White! A piece of lobster meat is white like jade, it is called a white!

Is this a rainbow? No, this is not, it seems that the mess is neat, just like Chinese traditional painting, it seems that I don't want to reveal my own. This is the best in color, attracting everyone, and confusing everyone with clutter.

I really can't bear to eat them, but they make me still drool. In the end, I still couldn't stand the temptation of this delicious food. I picked up the chopsticks, put a piece of meat, put it in the mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls, carefully tasted it with taste buds, clear, faint, and a little salty. The umami is calling me.

fresh! It’s sweet, it’s a touch of sweetness. Feel with your heart, as beautiful as flowers, and love.

Sweet and salty blending, drilling into each of my pores, drilling into my heart, staying here. This makes me memorable and I never forget it.

Ah, lobster, your taste, fresh, tough, tender, how a good word! Although I can't always get in touch with you, I can't forget the memories you left for me.

Sixth grade: Yang Xinyi