lovely home

In the early summer, the rain outside the window kept going, dissipating how much accumulated heat.

In the morning, our family was eating, and thunder was done outside the window. I quietly ate, my father gave me a dish next to me, and my mother said on the right side, eat more, eat more. This familiar scene is repeated again in front of me. The warmth of the heart is gradually swaying and swaying. Very close, very close.

The thunder outside the window gradually became lighter. I sat in front of the scented dinner table and suddenly smelled the joy and joy. I understood that it was the taste of home. Very warm, very close.

After the rain, the noise of the children came out of the window, and I turned to look out the window—a pair of parents took their young daughter and walked in the morning after the rain. The little girl stood in the middle, his tall father on the left and the kind mother on the right. The little girl's two small hands clasped one left and one right and two big hands. In the background of the sly, their figure was a beautiful and warm picture.

On the left is a strong reliance, on the right is a gentle smile. When three people are together, they are homes, that is, the homes where the wind and rain are blowing, and the sufferings cannot be overwhelmed. They are homes that are always filled with happiness, intimacy, and love!

A warm home is what everyone wants, everyone envy, everyone wants, but as long as there is love, there is home, there is warmth, there is a family full of love and warmth.

The family is there for everyone, but all families cannot be full of love? Sour, but also bitter, spicy... The warm home is unique.

First day: Ma Jianxia