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How would you describe a taste of apple? the way you bite it? the way it smells?

How would you describe a taste of apple? the way you bite it? the way it smells? Topic: Essay about english as a second language
July 19, 2019 / By Afton
Question: i need to write an essay about taste of apples i need a loot of imagery . and English is my second language and its hurt to come up with some nice descriptions about apples :( pleasee help .
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Tiarnan Tiarnan | 8 days ago
The scent of the apple as your teeth graze through it, the crisp crunch of the skin as it's juices flow into your mouth. The way it's delicate smell tintilizes tour nose. And finally, the way that the shimer of the apple reminds you of a long lost memory.
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Tiarnan Originally Answered: If you hope was something you could see, hear, smell, taste, and feel how would you describe it?
Aw, lovely Lark, I'm so sorry about your friend. Personally, I haven't lost one of my friends to an illness before, and it would be out of place for me to say that I know how you feel, but I will try my best to answer your wonderful and deeply thoughtful question. So if there was an alien creature new to the human experience, I would try to teach him about hope through the following ways. Hope is such a vulnerable emotion that is difficult to put onto paper, and can be interpreted in so many fashions, but these are simply my opinions. Song: "Songbird" by Fleetwood Mac or Eva Cassidy. To me, this beautiful, raw song simply conveys the entire message of hope. It's medium paced, mellow, radiant, and upbeat, but simultaneously melancholy and bittersweet. I feel like that's what hope embodies entirely. The lyrics have never failed to bring tears to my eyes, because they reenact so many memories, and never just makes me feel one emotion. But what is guaranteed is I feel hopeful every time I listen to it. After I stumble, fall, and make my own shares of mistakes, I am reminded that the world's beauty and grace will continue to remind me to find my own. The world is full of suffering, but there is also the overcoming of it. That is courage, and hope, to me. "For you there'll be no crying, for you the sun will be shining" & "And the songbirds keep singing Like they know the score And I love you, I love you, I love you Like never before..." Person: Helen Keller. I'm certain you're aware about my fervent admiration for Helen Keller. Although we are worlds apart and I couldn't possibly have been able to convey the sheltered bars she lived behind, her mind, heart, and spirit sailed like a golden beacon of hope through a starless night sky. She was forthcoming, proactive, courageous, and truly, truly, hopeful. The sense of being and optimism drove her to accomplish things that people are not even disabled could achieve. She is a model of grace and promise, and I aspire to live my life as fully as she did hers, throwing all inhibitions aside, and simply setting myself out to do whatever I want to do. Quote: “Be of good cheer. Do not think of today's failures, but of the success that may come tomorrow. You have set yourselves a difficult task, but you will succeed if you persevere; and you will find a joy in overcoming obstacles. Remember, no effort that we make to attain something beautiful is ever lost.” ~ Helen Keller I think this is one of your favorites too, and believe me, this specific quote has struck a chord in me more than once. I have been feeling down in the dumps recently, and felt permanently stuck in the gutter after some disappointing grades, but I realized that because I tried and it didn't work doesn't make me a failure. Some things come difficult to me, but I know that I will have success if I continue to push myself. Attaining beauty and setting a standard for yourself in never easy, and that's why there are only so many Mother Theresas, Barack Obamas, Anne Franks, Maya Angelous, and people like my grandmother in the world. They set the bar for us and show what it means to not simply exist, to resort to creeping, but instead to live, to let go and live. This quote radiates hope to me. Color: Blue. Blue is so open to interpretation, but I imagine a virtuous, pure sky blue, maybe the color of the ocean with sunrays illuminating directly overhead, or a flawless cerulean. I find that blue is evident in the miracles of Mother Nature that I love most, like the gorgeous sunset, the seldom rainbow, daisies poking out of the snow (which I have seen before)! My second choice is peridot. We both love it for obvious reasons. It's a lovely, vibrant shade that is completely reminiscent of hope. Fragrance: The scent of lavender, or sage. Maybe some fresh citrus, which adds a ting of zest, or something with notes of vanilla or rose. A hopeful fragrance is something as classic as Chanel No. 5. I love the taste of pomegranate, and the color of the fruit, and I'd implement it somehow into my creation. Remember this? I'm laughing because what I've just described sounds something in the lines of your fragrance. : ) http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;... I would make my fragrance simple, pure, mellow, and optimistic. Historical Event: Haiti earthquake. This catastrophe didn't take place very long ago, and at first consideration it is definitely not a model of hope or happiness, but there are silver linings in this event to be brought too. I think it's beautiful and miraculous that a woman who stayed buried under mountains of rock and rubble managed to stay alive without food and water. As they were removing the dusty construction once they heard her voice, I think it's heartfelt and reflective of the human spirit that she told her husband that she would love him unconditionally, and that he taught her the things that she couldn't teach herself. Fortunately, she lived, and I saw a glimpse of her face, and although it was bruised and bloodied, her smile was simply...stunning. Her face glowed with hope, and I think that the earthquake was a calling for the world to hold their horses and pay attention to their neighbors and friends around the universe, and reach out to people in need. Happiness does not equate to the amount of material goods once has, and some kindness and volunteerism would go a long way. Animal: Butterfly. Most butterflies are minute, fleeting, and incredibly beautiful, and this has come to show me that hope doesn't have to be something grand or an enormous sum of money, just as you showed me that a role model doesn't have to be someone who's accomplished things worthy of notice, praise, or simply stereotypically admirable. A person with a gold heart, or a light treader on the planet is also a role model. A bit of hope goes a long way. A bit of hope is all you need for a person to get inspiration and get momentum to do something to benefit the world. Painting: This might be cheating, but I can't really come up with one. I haven't gone to many art galleries recently, but during New Year's, when I was in Paris, I stumbled across so many spellbinding ones in the Louvre, Pompidou, Musee d'Orsay, and Rodin museums. I'm a huge fan of Van Gogh, and especially his painting "Café at Night." It's vibrant, but at the same time serious and mellow, and I think it's thoughtful, deep, and has hope within the canvas. Food: You know how some food is slightly bitter, or unpleasant at first, but then has a sweet aftertaste? Or how you think sometimes, if only this food didn't have ____, then it would be perfect; like seedless pomegranates or watermelons, or hard sour candies with a delicious liquid center. I can't think of a perfect example right now, but if I do, I'll add. Anyhow, those kinds of foods convey hope to me. After all, all that sweet or savory perfection would be boring after a while, and a little twang, or an unexpected taste, is what makes some something special. You would simply endure eating the seedy pomegranates and watermelons, or the hard, unyielding candy surfaces in order to taste the sweet fruit, or the sugary inside. Texture: This sounds weird, but you know when you run your fingers down a surface skin of different people, how it feels unalike for each person? Like, my skin is always warm, while my friend's temperature is always cold. Or how one person's hands are dry and chapped, and other's smooth and delicate? I can't imagine hope as one texture. It's unexpected. But when if I'd run my fingers across someone's wrist, or neck, I feel a pulse, and that consistent little jump reflects hope. How would I explain a piece of hope that had broken or died? Like the sensation of your breath being taken away suddenly. I remember walking down the cold tiled floor on my way to school pool once, and I lost by balance, got my breath taken away, and slipped on my back. At that precise moment that I couldn't breathe, pain flashed before my eyes, and I recall not being to breathe properly for the next few minutes. It was scary, distracting, riveting, and I felt helpless. That experience truly revealed how fleeting life could be. I'd love to edit this answer later, if it's still open. Hang in there, Lark. I think you're a beautiful person with a gorgeous heart to sing at your friend's funeral, and you will be in my prayers. (((((((Dami)))))))) ~ Francesca
Tiarnan Originally Answered: If you hope was something you could see, hear, smell, taste, and feel how would you describe it?
The sun has set and the sky is darkening, it’s hard to see. You strain your eyes heavenward and scan the sky for something—anything—so you know you’re not alone. Then, just where you’d been straining into the nothingness to see what could be there, a star just appears. And that star calls out to its friends so that more and more and more appear. The sky gets darker and darker. And even with the stars shining, tears trickle down the cheeks of those who grieve. The night feels long. And lonely. Maybe cold or sticky. You think you can’t stand the darkness any longer (is this suffocation?); and ever so softly, the sky begins to change color. The stars that tried to sing you into peace begin to disappear. Gold breath from the sky begins to hint that you’ll be warmed again. It might take a while for the sunshine to reach your skin, but eventually it does. And the kisses of the sun enter through your skin to remind you of the warmth of the soul of your friend. Hot water drains from your eyes as you remember again and again. The sun evaporates the water leaving crusty salt around your eyes. Salt: the symbol of eternity. It’s then that you remember that the soul is eternal, that its taste will show up at any time to bring you comfort and inspiration if you only stay open. And then you begin to heal just a little. Now you know more healing can come. And you sigh.
Tiarnan Originally Answered: If you hope was something you could see, hear, smell, taste, and feel how would you describe it?
I'm sorry about your friend, Skylark. I'm sure they're in a better place. If I had to describe hope I'd describe it as a song that brings back only good memories, or as a person who only knows how to bring joy to you. A person whose very smile makes you feel like you're blessed. This person's touch warms you when you're cold and cools you when you're hot. Their very presence brings tears of happiness to your eyes. You feel like jumping and dancing and singing at the top of your lungs whenever you're around them. Or maybe I'd tell the aliens about parents--mothers, in particular--who provide so much love for their children, who basically are like hope in a tangible form. A fragrance that I'd say was like hope would be vanilla, which can be so light and airy yet strong. Or the fragrance of someone who loved you like you were the only person in the world, a scent that makes your heart flutter like crazy. Hope in the shape of an animal would have to be a bird. A white dove, to be exact. I think of Emily Dickinson's poem, Hope is The Thing With Feathers. As quote or words, it'd have to be something that made me laugh or inspired me no matter what situation I was in. Maybe a passage in my favorite book. Hope is the brightest star in the sky, the smell of freshly mown grass on a bright day on the first day of the job you've worked so hard and so long to get. It's the sun shining through the thick fog you thought was impenetrable. It's the sun's warmth while you've got the beach to yourself and the cool waves brushing your ankles and the breeze blowing through your hair and sending your locks flying in all directions like an alive, wild beast, but you don't care because you've got no worries in the world and you've just realized how lucky you are. Hope is seeing the ugly cocoon on the branch outside your window cracking open and a beautiful butterfly emerging from its remains. It's a bird taking flight for the first time, a baby taking a step or smiling for the first time. It's when you get the puppy you've been dreaming of since your third birthday or Christmas morning when you realize your parents have gotten you the present you've been asking for for the past three months. It's learning you've just been accepted into your dream college or winning the lottery or going on the vacation you've been saving up for. Hope is when the person you know you want to spend the rest of your life proposes to you, or seeing the people you've helped climb out of poverty come to you years later, educated and smiling brightly, and thanking you for not looking the other way. Hope is knowing you'll always have someone there to love and comfort you no matter what happens or goes wrong. It's looking around in the broken and ruined world and seeing someone who doesn't reflect any of that pain, sadness, or negativity. It's the flower growing between the cracked cement. I'd tell the alien that hope is the in-between of a hard situation and the relief lying at the end of the road, and I'd hope I described the feeling adequately enough for them to understand how wonderful hope is and how it's always there.
Tiarnan Originally Answered: If you hope was something you could see, hear, smell, taste, and feel how would you describe it?
Ok some points need to be made.1: Cold is a temperature, heat is an energy. Cold and hot are measures of temperature not an absence of energy. For example if something at -15 degrees heats to -10 degrees we say that it is still cold but heat energy is present. 2: We do understand electricity and for the most part magnetism 3: Scientists have observed evolution of genes, so it does exist it is not an opinion. 4: A simple examination of the teachers skull, including the removal of a small fragment of skull would prove that he does have a brain.

Tiarnan Originally Answered: Is it possible to scold your taste buds to a point where you wont be able to taste anything anymore?
How are you going to write reviews for restaurants when you cannot spell? The word is SCALD. Buy yourself a dictionary and look it up. What I am doing is SCOLDING you. I suggest that you purchase your local civil service newspaper and apply for the many municipal jobs available. Sanitation worker, park cleaner, curb painter, etc. They are the many ways someone with your lack of articulation will be able to make a living.

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