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The title of the composition is Memory on the Tip of the Tongue.
Learn to say I love her. -inscription

There is always a lot of fragrance left on the tip of the tongue, always in the bottom of my heart.

Wipe the soup left at the corner of your mouth and say happily, "Mom, I want more!" " "So I held a big bowl of" Snow ",closed my eyes and enjoyed it, enjoying the taste of this mother.

"Breeze and Snow Land" is a mother's famous soup name. At first glance, it is a lake, as quiet as a god, as if full of secrets. It looks like a fairyland at close range. Little snowflakes are ups and downs, with a little green, up and down in the hazy world, like inseparable good partners, together forever. Say a name and scream because you are often distracted after drinking it. Very happy name. That's what mom said.

I have been a child with a strange mouth since I was a child. Since kindergarten, breakfast, lunch and dinner have been my mother's biggest headaches. It's not to my taste. I can always be hungry, so I was very thin when I was a child. So, my mother began to look for recipes, and my mother, who was not good at cooking, began to learn from me. My mother gradually became a good cook, and I don't know when I began to like "Qing Xue dialect" and the sweet and warm aroma.

Every time I hold a bowl of soup and touch my warm stomach, I want to say thank you. I love you, mom. But why, why can't you talk?

I have seen happiness so many times: after running 800 meters, I went home and fell asleep in bed. My mother gently woke me up and handed me a cup of lemon tea. Reviewing before the exam until the early morning, my mother pushed open the door and held a cup of wolfberry double skin milk; I came home from crazy play outside, and I was listless. My mother patted me, holding an iced watermelon Mi Lu. My mother understands me. She enriches me with her own thoughts, without complaining or blaming. It's just that every day tastes different, but every day is the same soft.

Maybe I'm used to accepting such love, maybe I'm not good at expressing it, maybe my mother is the same. A beautiful heart every day is maternal love. I will look forward to it in the future. Although I don't like being fattened up for nothing, I've been looking forward to it. I look forward to one day, I can create a warm taste for my mother.

Melt into unspeakable love.