Savoring family love Everyone has their own unique understanding of family love. In my opinion, family love is a delicious home-cooked meal. My father is fire, strong and warm; my mother is oil, delicate and soft; I am the one who will be loved.

The cooked dishes gradually mature under the care of father and mother.

Family love is like a bowl of white rice. The white color of the rice shows the extraordinaryness of the family love, while the fragrant fragrance of the rice shows the purity and freshness of the family love.

It seems bland and tasteless when you take a bite, but as you chew it carefully, a hint of sweetness slowly lingers between your teeth.

I have tasted this bowl of rice for more than ten years, just like I have enjoyed the affection given by my parents for more than ten years. That unknown love that does not ask for anything in return nourishes me and nurtures me.

Family love is more like a plate of delicious braised pork, cooked with soy sauce, it looks rosy and full of flaming passion.

Pick up a piece and put it in your mouth, and bite into it. The toughness of the lean meat, the smoothness of the fat, and the trembling of the skin make people truly taste the taste of family affection.

Whenever I do something wrong, my resilience is immediately revealed. From my parents’ loving scolding, I feel the warmth of family affection again.

After biting into the lean meat, the smoothness of the fat meat was immediately apparent. When I achieved success and progress, the satisfaction in my heart was clearly revealed.

Through the fat, the muscles of the skin have been hugged by your teeth. When I was hesitant, my parents' firm will and strong belief naturally penetrated into my blood.

A bowl of fragrant braised pork, the endless taste of which is the deep love from parents.

After a full meal, it’s perfect to have a cup of tea. The fragrance brings me into the teahouse of memory.

Just take a sip and your whole body and mind will feel refreshed and energetic.

But usually I am always so careless, always so inadvertent, and let it slip away if I don't pay attention.

Just like the usual caress given to parents, you don't care or cherish it when you have it, but you only understand its value when you need it.

Now let me seize the remaining warmth of this family tea, and offer this family tea to my parents that I am grateful to them in this life, so that they can also be intoxicated in the ripples of family affection and love, stretch and relax to their heart's content.