The taste of love is sweet, which may be known to everyone. The flavor of love in my memory, there are bitter and sweet. Here I tell you about my bitter and sweet father's love.
I was only five and a half years old, still in kindergarten. One night, my father gave me a "poisonous hand". It really hurt! I was staring at the book with my eyes wide open and practicing writing "ten" with my clumsy hands. Some of the characters are so poorly written that if I take them out and look at them now, I'm sure they'll be taken seriously as "oracle bones". At that time, my father's tall figure appeared in front of me, blocking my light. I saw his hair from the roots of his feet, and said, "Wow! So this is the 'Behemoth' from the manga! It's really tall!" I was less than a meter tall at the time. But the smoke coming out of my dad's head and nostrils from time to time was so nice and pretty. Like the duck egg head my mom cooked for me. I just saw Dad wring up the shirt on my back and give me a few hard slaps on my round ass. This was not a good time for Daddy. I wowed and cried and cried and cried, and from time to time a few stop and go words came out of my mouth: wow ...... dad, I'm going to sue you, wait for me to tell mom, I will definitely beat your ass ...... wow ...... At this time Dad put me down, because the neighbor Zhou Da Niang also heard, said Dad is too mean to me. Dad was also very embarrassed to push me into the room, rummage around, and finally found two pieces of "Beijing Crisp" candy for me to eat. I peeled off the paper and put the candy into my mouth, wow, it was really sweet! I stopped crying.
This bitter-sweet father's love will always accompany my growth.
Part II: The flavor of love
Gradually away, disappeared without a trace, only the air is still left this flavor of love.
Some people say the flavor of love is sweet, I say the flavor of love is the taste of thick milk. Every morning, mom facilitated the time race on, in order to my strong limbs and lovely little head not to starve. Every day, my mom served me a cup of hot milk. My dear mother, I feel the taste of love. That warm flavor.
Some people say the taste of love is sour, I say, the taste of love is crisp coffee, rich and bitter. Taste, you will find the aftertaste around the tongue. Dad, angry, when it is a crazy monster, and happy, and hands dance like never grow up children. In the past few days, I found that my father has aged a lot, and also vicissitudes of life to go more. Maybe it has something to do with the age spots on her face. He became a mother-in-law ` nagging, the taste of love is bitter sweet.
I poorly to the time "bargain", afraid of the flavor of love will fade with time, from my fingers slip away, delete my memory.
Mom and Dad smiled and said, "Milk and coffee will deteriorate, but the taste of love will never deteriorate!
Part III: The Taste of LoveThe taste of the world: there is fragrance, there is stink ...... all kinds of, but only the taste of love is the taste of the heart.
When I was little, I lived in a big family. Although it is very warm and pleasant, but still do not understand what is the flavor of love. Gradually, I grew up, and gradually understand the flavor of love, it is not the mouth to say, but from the very small details to express a flavor of love from the heart.
The flavor of love is like the grandmother of the family's dark fragrance, the fragrance of love, wearing a family in the body, in the "I" heart.
The taste of love is like a mother with love humming cooking ten miles of fragrant rice flavor.
The flavor of love is like the dad who comes out early and stays late, without complaining, exhausting every drop of sweat.
This little taste echoed in the air for a long time, but the wet warmth of my heart, it is difficult to forget ......
A hot summer, Grandma took a fan that has been worn out, sitting on a simple chair made by himself, while fanning me, while telling the story of her childhood:
"When I was small, my grandmother's family was in a good position to pay for her schooling, but she didn't study hard, always copying others, so that she still regrets it, you have to study hard, don't be like my grandmother ......"
I listened to it and couldn't help but go into the The dream, the sense of grandma to her love non-stop to my mind inside the place, this love into knowledge, always remember, this is the flavor of love.
Whenever eating 'time, my mother always let me taste the delicious food first; Whenever late at night, my mother always get up to cover me; Whenever it is cold, my mother will be around to give you a reminder, so that you don't forget to put on more clothes; This is the taste of love.
The flavor of love is eternal, heart-warming and unique.
The breeze gently blew the curtains in front of the window, like playing a string of love notes. I was filled with emotion reading one love story after another: flowers bloom without words, father's love without sound, deep love without traces ...... I can not help but think: "Love also has a flavor?" Flowers have a flavor; they are fragrant; grass has a flavor; they are fresh. I seem to be familiar with a lot of flavors,, only the taste of love ......
Once read such a story: Strong son's body has an unbearable smell of feet, so he was disliked by his classmates, starved of laughter, and was ignored by the teacher. He ran home aggrieved and asked his mother: "Mom, why do I have a stinky smell? Why don't my classmates play with me? Have I been abandoned by everyone?" . Mom looked at Johnnie and said heartily, "No, son, you're not abandoned by anyone, you still have your mom, and she loves you." Mom gently took off his shoes and sniffed his feet, even Johnnie felt a little embarrassed. Mom went on to say, "Well, it smells good, how come it stinks?" The kid went to middle school and slowly realized that he had a foot problem and that it really stank. But he didn't understand how his mom could say it smelled good.
Perhaps this is the taste of love - those who do not understand think he has no taste, those who understand him are creating taste with their hearts. In fact, every child is a mother's heart. They are beautiful or ugly, good or bad, smart or clumsy, no matter how many flaws and deficiencies, in the eyes of the parents, the child never stinks of feet, never defective, always irreplaceable. Because that is the flavor of love ......
Part V: The flavor of loveJust stepped into the door of the house, I smelled a fragrance, what is the situation today, really fragrant ah!
I carry a schoolbag, step by step with heavy feet to go upstairs, the smell is getting stronger, ah! It turned out to be mom and burned delicious, today what day ah! "Mom -" Mom immediately turned around, looked me up and down, surprised to say: "How are you all sweaty, quickly go to take a shower, cool off, I've done a good job today! "
The meal began, today turned out to have braised duck legs and duck soup, I like to eat, immediately began to devour eat up, my mother looked at me this mouth is full of oil lousy, the corner of the mouth finally floated a smile, said to me seriously: "Yesterday, I saw that you do not have a good spirit, and also said that I am tired, I specially bought a duck today, I know that you love to eat duck soup and braised duck legs, I It took me a long time to get it right today!"
I realized that I was watching my mother cook, she has long been due to the heat of the day, the sweat in her hair like a column of water, her eyes under the dark circles as if they had been painted by a brush
like thick, needless to say, I can know that at this moment her mood ...... mom to see me surprised to look at her look, can not help but laugh out loud again. I can't help but laugh out loud again, and quickly waved my hand and said, "What are you doing, eat quickly, eat quickly, and then don't eat this dish is going to be cold, I'll work hard for nothing."
"Do you, yourself, not eat some?"
"I have eaten several pieces of it while you were away." She said, and touched her dry lips thoughtfully.
I couldn't ask any more questions, and at that moment, I felt that all these foods had a unique flavor, a one-of-a-kind flavor.
Part 6: The flavor of loveI have a brother, he went to college, every holiday he always come back. Every time, the family will purchase a lot of delicious snacks and fruits, and my brother, in the face of these foods, always said, "I - can not eat!" In the end, most of these tasty treats became my bag. But that incident last time touched me y.
That day, my brother came back. The second aunt came to my brother with a big bag of food. "It must be delicious again!" I thought excitedly, so I secretly lurked around my brother. Sure enough, my second aunt took out a big box of "tiramisu" and other snacks from the bag! There was also a big bunch of fresh lychees! Auntie peeled a few and gave them to my brother. The lychee flesh was so glistening that my mouth watered. But I was called by my mom to revise my homework.
After correcting my homework, I walked around the room. At this time, my brother suddenly called me over. I immediately ran over, and saw my brother pointing to the string of lychee, smiling and saying, "That, for you to eat." "You ......" Before I could finish, my brother said, "I can't eat it" "Oh-yeah! " I exclaimed in surprise. Then it wolfed down and ate it, and my brother, he kept saying, "Eat slowly, sister, no one and you grabbed ......"
When lychee was all that was left, my mother came to call us to eat. She looked at this scene, then angry reprimand: "How can you give brother's lychee eat, this is brother at school to eat ah!" I ran away aggrieved. My brother looked at me and hurriedly said, "It's okay, so much - I can't eat it."
When I walked out of my brother's room, I realized that my brother was not unable to eat lychee, but wanted to leave it for me to eat.
All of a sudden, the sweet taste of lychee and my brother's deep affection for me mixed into a strong "flavor of love"!
Part VII: The Taste of LoveSome people say that the taste of love is very strong, very strong, can make you a lifetime are engraved in your heart; there are people say that the taste of love is very light, very clear, it is difficult to let you know that this is the taste of love.
But what is the flavor of love!
- Love, is the sweet honey. Because, a warm embrace of the family, a kind word, will make people feel cozy. Thus, one's heart is filled with sweet honey.
- Love, is sour. Because one only wants to enjoy love alone and hates to be shared. So, that's why one is jealous, that's why one is jealous, that's why one fills one's heart with sour vinegar.
- Love, is bitter. Because love is felt in different ways, it is felt differently. Those who love us take turns to love us in different ways, but we sometimes always feel that love is not around. So the pain in the heart brews into astringent bitterness.
- Love, is fiery. Because the love is sensational, love is amazing! That's why it makes the irresistible desire in our hearts. Because love is ruthless, so love is also the most precious in memory.
- Love, is salty. Because of love, so stay in love. On the road of love, always accompanied by the left and right is never wipe away the tears.
-- Love, is ......
The flavor of love, hundreds of changes. Different people have different flavors. But, they all have the same ingredient, which is love. Although, on the basis of love with different ingredients, but can not wear out the original flavor of love.
The flavor of love is the happiest flavor in the world. Because of love, so know.