#生活有温度 #
When I was a child, life was when I rested my head on my mother's lap, in the dim light, listening to my mother tell stories. It is also a big bun stuffed with white radish oil residue steamed by dad, eat a bite, the oil flows to my chin, hot screaming!
I went to school, and life was every winter when the goose feathers snowed heavily, falling on my red cheeks, cold, and a little bit of comfort. It is also the cold wind that always burrows into the leg of the pants after the snow melts, and a layer of goosebumps instantly appears.
In middle school, life is an eight-hundred-meter long run that has to be tested every semester, and every time I come down, I sweat and my clothes stick to my body. It is also the unknown particles that are left in the mouth by the strong wind every spring, and they are yuck!
In college, life is every summer of cool mats, steaming teppanyaki. It is also the golden corn of each autumn, and it is broken until the fingers are hot. It was white and fat peanuts again, with the fragrance of earth.
After work, life is steaming instant noodles on a train that travels thousands of miles. It is also the rainy season of the typhoon every year.
After starting a family, life is a meat bun made by my mother, watching the baby stuff it into her mouth. It is also every night before going to bed while patting the small meat balls around me, while talking about my mother's childhood.
Life is a bun that can only be seen every night in dreams, thousands of miles away.