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The story of me and my family
My home is very simple, just me and my parents. They are old and look lonely. But with me around, the silent room is alive.

Whenever I come home from work, I become their announcer at the dinner table. Which teacher in the school bought new clothes and changed hair styles, which teacher had fresh recipes, what was said at the school meeting, how did the students behave in class, and how short the west was? These are trivial things in life, but they stay at home and are hard to know. They listened with relish. Sometimes comment a few words and talk about your own views. The whole dining table became a big conference room, just like a family meeting. The delicious food floats between your lines. Their life is simple, but because I don't stop reporting, it becomes rich and interesting.

My mother likes playing poker. Whenever she goes out to play after dinner, her father will say "come to my senses". And I will say, "She can play whenever she wants, and she can stay at home all the time". After listening to what I said, my father lost his breath and went to watch TV. When my mother comes back from playing poker, I always ask, "Who won?" . Mom is like a few treasures: "Your aunt lost fifteen grains of corn, Liu Rong's daughter-in-law won two grains, Lao Lou's family won ten grains, and I won three grains." Winning or losing is different every time. In the round-trip turnover of corn kernels, they played seriously and unequivocally. It's like winning a house and losing land. Everything is clear.

Mom seems to be much younger when playing poker.

When chatting with my mother, I always forget to remind her: "Eat early and have fun." With my support, my mother is happier.

Dad likes listening to the radio. Whenever there is something important, he will tell me and discuss national affairs with me. It seems that he has become president who cares about the country and the people, and I have become his clerk. He never said this to his mother, who only cares about her three meals a day, daily necessities. Sometimes I have to say, Dad, "What's the use of listening to that? You have the final say! " "And I helped my father say," It's useless. It's a little embarrassing. No one can fool people who understand the policy. "In the news, my father and I formed a united front, and we are bosom friends.

Whenever I wake up in the morning, the first thing is to turn on the radio. My father won't get up when he listens. I open the door when I'm cooking, and sometimes fumes run all over the house. Mother calls us radio fans.

I know that no one can change the habits that old people have developed all their lives. They live according to their own habits, which is very smooth and happy. I, on the other hand, shuttled through their respective lives, making them have more fun with each other. Old people need to be coaxed to be happy. Therefore, my stories with them are always interesting and affectionate.

Lots of stories, lots of happiness.