Some people say that love is to drink hot tea in the stomach and warm people's hearts. Some people say that love is an umbrella that brings a clear sky in the wind and rain. But I have another understanding of love.
Childhood life is carefree and happy. Whenever I recall those childhood memories, that happy moment echoes in my heart. ...
"Jingle bell-"I was awakened from sleep by the alarm clock, put on my shoes and saw my parents getting ready for work through the door. Before I left, my father told me not to walk around and let me do my homework or watch TV at home. After saying goodbye to my parents, I started my work. I have always been a good boy in my father's eyes. After finishing my homework, I have to sit in front of the TV and watch boring TV plays. "It's so boring. What should I do next? " Suddenly I had a brainwave and came up with a good idea. Look at the clock It's 10. I think it's time for lunch. Look at the food at home. There are tomatoes, peppers and onions. Learn from mom's cooking. Wash the rice first, then pour almost the same amount of water into the pot, plug in the electricity and press the cooking button. Next, I took out more than ten dollars I had saved from my room. I went to the supermarket where my mother often went to buy food and bought eggs, potatoes, cucumbers, sausages and so on. I went to the butcher shop where my mother often went and bought half a catty of meat. When I got home, I looked at the time. I washed the vegetables in a hurry, then took out a shiny knife and manipulated it carefully, but everything went smoothly. I am very happy. Then, everything is ready, except the east wind. The first time I touched the gas stove, I was afraid of being caught on fire. So I had to play it by ear, only to hear a bang and a fire. I started cooking, and the oil jumped around in the pot. I am in a hurry. Only then did I know that after a long time, I finally cooked the food and had an unprecedented sense of accomplishment.
The egg soup flushed by the afterglow of the sunset looks so refreshing and delicious, and the smell of rice is floating all over the house. I arranged everything until my parents came back from work. Usually when parents come home from work, the first sentence is: "Yinger, are you hungry?" At that time, I just answered naughtily: "Hungry." Then my mother put on an apron and cooked me a delicious meal. Now that I am grown up, I want my parents to go home. The first sentence I heard came from my mouth, "Thank you, Mom and Dad!" My parents have worked hard for me for half their lives, and now it's my turn to do something for them. "Du-",the doorbell rang. I opened the door, welcomed my parents in, served the brewed tea, and invited my parents to sit at the table for dinner. At first, my parents' faces showed suspicion, but when I saw the food on the table, tears of happiness flashed in my eyes. My mother tasted the food. I asked her if it was delicious. She said happily, "It's delicious." Father also nodded his head. I know that no matter how the food is cooked, my parents always say yes, and my parents' comfort is the greatest encouragement and reward for me.
Love is a real action, which needs no words to express. It brings warmth and awakens conscience.