Home taste

Home, sheltered harbor; home, sunshade under the scorching sun, cotton coat in the cold; home, a towering tree full of love fruit. Home, there are different tastes at different times.

When I was young, my family was always full of laughter and laughter. When I was a child, I often made some silly words or made some stupid things, which would cause a big laugh. Adding a lot of bright colors that can't be erased to this happy family. The yellowed photo is the footprint of childhood's tender ankles for the childhood, and the best memories after growing up. The childhood home is happy, like a candy, only pure sweet.

The quiet passage of time, I gradually grew up, the tender feet of childhood, now has stepped into the door of the school, life is no longer as carefree as childhood, and shoulders the responsibility of the family. I am rushing between school and home every day. My mother may not look down on my study time. Maybe it is to look at me. I come to the school every day to deliver food for me. At this time, the mother of the lunch box is full of love for me. Whenever I drop something at school, my father always sends me the first time. School yoga seems to blend into one, close at hand. When I was a child, I was filled with the taste of a loving home. I wanted a piece of cake that was both sweet and soft.

Now, as I am about to enter secondary school, my family has moved. Although the house is not the original house, the home is still the home. I have grown up, always want to break free from the bondage of my parents, and countless times against my parents, I always think that the wings are full and can fly alone. My parents didn't give up on me for my collusion. Although my parents were busy, they still took time to accompany me. I grew up, but my family hasn't changed, it's still so warm, so beautiful, so warm, growing up, like a cup of boiled water, although plain and tasteless, but all the Tianwei can only wait for you to slowly appreciate. I am like a kite, and the line that holds the kite is home. No matter what I walked to the ends of the earth, I still couldn’t forget the warm home. Everything is changing, but the taste of the home will not change, but the taste of love.

First day: Du Yuxi