Happiness. Home "Duo"

I love my home, my brother and mother, love does not quarrel, often play with me, then, it is - happiness, home.

The first ensemble: happiness is the happy laughter on the table

"Hey, go to the dishes! Steamed fresh fish." Grandma took a white porcelain plate and smiled and came face to face. "Well, it’s the old chef, the dish that I made, it’s not the same!" The uncle held the plate and gently placed it on the table, sniffing while lying. "Who said old, look, Grandma is still so refreshed, how can I say it is an old chef!" I jumped.

"Okay, okay, everyone is not old, sit down and have dinner!" Grandpa spoke. "Then we will be full of happiness!" I said with my uncle, and then laughed at the same time. "You are a clever ghost!" Grandma touched my face, as warm as a spring breeze. I lowered my head and sneaked a smile, but it didn't ring.

Turning around, I saw a few yam and fish in the bowl. Look at his uncle, where he drank some red wine, his face was dizzy like a rouge powder, still there and his grandfather was very excited. What are you talking about? Everyone has a bright smile on her face, and I hear a happy laugh like a silver bell. I laughed too. Everything is so harmonious. A picture of a happy and happy picture, a happy laugh on the table.

Second chorus: Happiness is a verbal discourse

The heavy rain in the sky moisturizes my heart, just like being lost in the morning mist, like burning in a fire. I waited anxiously, just waiting for the moment to come, but it was a long time coming.

Tears and tears, suddenly looked up and found a bowl of brown sugar ginger soup on the table, covered with a black outer coat. "Come on, drink it quickly, it will catch a cold when the rain is wet." Grandpa sat beside me and said softly to me. I picked up the bowl, swallowed and took a sip. "Drinking, this is for you, what's wrong?" Grandpa frowned, his eyes with a touch of warmth, but calm as water.

I looked at it, and it was no longer the harsh grandfather of the past. "Remember! Don't run alone again in the rain and go home. You have a cold, you will feel uncomfortable. Do you know how much we worry about you?" I nodded, tears burst out and lingered in my grandfather's arms. In this way, only the heat enveloped us.

Happiness, home, everyone has a home in mind, it is a warm harbor - I love my family, that is the most true words in everyone's heart, in the heart, never fade.

First day: Li Jing