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In the middle of the night, the door was opened, and the fragrance of a meal came from far away. This is what my mother prepared for me, prepared for the tired son who came back late at night - a bowl of home-cooked rice.

Pushing open the door, turning on the light, there is still a pair of dishes on the table, and there is no difference in peace. Look carefully, hey, it's a little different - there is a stove next to the table, the kettle on the table is gone, and the instant noodles next to the bowl are gone. Oh, and there is a note on the table. It said: "There is hot rice in the pot, and there is tofu soup below." The writing is really not very beautiful.

Open the lid, there is a hot air inside, the rice is above, the following is my favorite tofu soup. - Too sweet, tofu soup replaced the instant noodles, it is rare on weekdays, strange! Although not very hungry, in the face of such a delicious temptation, I still could not help but drink a tofu soup.

Climbing to the bed, I have mixed feelings. Or is it too tired to study in one day? Or because there is no bowl of rice that the mother left, the heart is always empty. In the light, I fell asleep. My dreams are so beautiful: there are laughter and laughter from the students, the teachers’ teachings, and the deep concern of the parents. Interestingly, I still dreamed that my mother turned off the lights for me in the middle of the night.

"How did you even turn off the lights last night?" The mother asked me when she went home after breakfast. Ah, it turned out that it was not a dream. Picking up the bowl, a familiar atmosphere - the bowl of rice in the hand last night. Still the same, just a little more black "carbon". . The rice in the mouth is getting more and more fragrant, and the more delicious it is, the more delicious it is. After eating, the belly is full, and the empty heart is filled.

I looked at my mother before I left, looked at the stove and looked at the lights on the ceiling. "砰", the door is closed, I am out of the house...