包饺子200字作文

Saturday, my grandma made dumplings, one of the dumplings like obedient little ducks swimming in the bowl. My in the mind have a little not to eat them. But the smell of fragrance and let me greedy slobber, I eat up tit-bit. But I eat dumplings, the heart have a kind of feeling can not tell.

星期六我奶奶家包饺子了，一个个的饺子像听话的小鸭子在碗里游来游去。我心里有点不忍心吃他们了。可是那扑鼻而来的香味又让我馋得流口水，我就大口大口地吃了起来。可是我吃完饺子，心里有一种说不出来的感觉。