One noon, in the scorching sun, my mother was washing dishes in the kitchen. The kitchen was stuffy and stuffy, and my mother was sweating profusely, and the sweat was dripping into the pool.

See you every month, very distressed, thinking: the weather is so hot, my mother is so hard, what can I do for my mother? She had a brainwave, ran to the grass, picked a handful of colorful flowers, ran to her mother and said, mom, you have worked hard and sent you a bunch of flowers. Mother happily took the flowers, put her arms around Yue Yue and said happily: Yue Yue has grown up and is sensible. Thank you, Yue Yue.

All noon, my mother laughed as if she had eaten honey.