Most of my birthdays were spent in plain life. My parents didn't forget or pay attention to my birthday, just thinking about what the child's birthday would be. But when I was 9 years old, my parents held a "grand" birthday party for me.

I can still remember the birthday party vividly, and every time I think about it, I feel sweet-

I still remember that it was a beautiful and quiet night. The sun was tired all day and I fell asleep on the mountain in the west. The moon peeps out from the horizon quietly, and the stars seem to have something mysterious, flashing.

My mother is busy in the kitchen, preparing dinner dishes, but my father watches TV with me leisurely. After a while, my mother said, "The birthday has already started. Prepare candles and cakes! " "I cheered and took the cake to the table filled with all kinds of delicious dishes. My father was afraid that I would drop the cake and hugged me with open arms.

Soon, the three of us sat around the table. Mom smiled and said, "Son, today is your 9th birthday. Please make a wish. " I close my eyes, but I can't restrain my inner joy. My mind went blank and I didn't think about anything, so I opened my eyes. My parents thought I must have made some good wishes in my heart. I began to blow out the candles. I blew hard and blew out half of it. I was so angry that my parents seemed to see through my mind and helped me blow it together. After the candle was completely extinguished, my father blessed me: I wish my study progress, and my mother blessed me to be happy and healthy forever.

Then, in the festive atmosphere, our whole family ate cakes and tasted the rich dishes cooked by our mother, talking and laughing. ...