I give you a round of applause.

I give you a round of applause.

Just a few words, but every word warms the heart; it is just a small soup and dish, but it is attractive.

A round of applause for you, my dear mother.

"someone will bring you your new schoolbag, someone will give you a dozen of your umbrella in the rain, someone will give you a bag of your favorite stuffing, and someone will wipe your aggrieved tears." An old song, every note beats in the heart, quietly plucking the heartstrings of love. Simple, sincere, warm, moved me. As long as I am by your side, I am still a child.

Osmanthus fragrans in the early morning

Full of sweet-scented osmanthus stained with dewdrops in the morning, all opened a pair of small golden eyes and smiled piously at the rising sun.

Another golden autumn, there is such a love to go with me. She always stubbornly wants to send me to the door of the community, but she is silent and cherishes her words like gold. I could even feel such a look behind me, following me across the road and then turning the corner. She tried to stand on tiptoe and stretch her neck, looking for me through the traffic coming and going.

All this, that sweet-scented osmanthus tree is silently seen in the eyes and kept in mind. It bears witness to the earliest but strongest love in every autumn, with the fragrance of flowers and the whirling shadows of trees at the door.

The sun is close to the horizon, but its brilliance is still reluctant to leave, still shining on the sea of heart, sparkling.

I walked to the door with my schoolbag on my back before I could ring the doorbell. With the sound of rapid footsteps, "click", the door opened. The fragrance of Sweet and Sour Spare Ribs slipped out from under the door, and I couldn't help but swallow. Throw down the schoolbag, look at the table, one meat, two vegetarian soup, steaming. Under the warm lights, the family had dinner together.

When the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkles on happiness, I am deeply intoxicated by it.

Perhaps this is called happiness, do not need too many words, do not need too much expression. As long as there is one person who can understand you and think of you all the time, it is enough; there is no need for the whole table, nor any delicacies, as long as a door is always open for you and a table of steaming home cooking is waiting for you. That's enough.

The sweet-scented osmanthus tree will bloom again next year, and tomorrow's sunset will still be red.