Diary December 5th

Sunday, December 5th

At noon today, my mother and I sat at the table to eat. I am happy to say: "Today's food is really rich!" There are fragrant and tender cola chicken legs, hot little sesame seeds, and a bowl of steaming rice porridge, which I love. I ate for a while and was full. There are still a lot of meals left in the bowl. I want to pour the food into the trash can. My mother looked at me and said, "Do you still remember the ancient poem? When the day is dark, the sweat drops down the soil. Who knows the Chinese food? The granules are hard. We must cherish the food. "I listened to my mother's words, and I ate the food with a big mouthful."

Shijingshan Experimental National Primary School, Shijingshan District, Beijing: Sun Yidan