There were always countless delicacies in the bowl of Qiankun in the bowl. The happiness of childhood may be that after getting into bed at night, you would cling to a bowl of yellow egg custard made by your mother, or because you were afraid that it would be too cold.
Let it melt slowly with a stick of ice cream in the bowl.
Children are always the easiest to be satisfied. With just one bite of delicious food, happiness will dance on the tip of the tongue and the corners of the mouth. However, children are the least likely to be satisfied. Even if their mouths are full, they will still want it in their hearts.
More.
Therefore, the love for food continues, the food continues, and the love continues.
When you study away from home, you will inevitably miss the warm bed, soft sofa and delicious food at home.
Especially when it comes to food, the food at school never feels like home - it's the taste of mom's comfort, the taste of dad's smile, the taste of deep family affection and longing.
Therefore, every time I go home, I rush back as hard as I can, because I know that the bowl at home is always ready for me, full of overflowing family affection.
Three years in high school was enough time for me to get used to the school food, and I was tired of its monotonous dishes.
The delicious food in the bowl may sometimes be just a mood, the sweetness of a small piece of chocolate when friends get together, or the bitterness of holding a failed test paper and letting tears drip into the bowl.
So, even though it's monotonous, I still try to fill the bowl with a variety of flavors.
Food is my attitude towards life. Even a bowl of white rice porridge can be drunk in various ways. Life will never be the same taste. As long as you have a positive heart, you can always taste joy and happiness.
Of course, as a girl, her love for beauty will always shine brightly.
Food seems to often go hand in hand with obesity, but how can a person like me, who always measures the length of happiness by the feeling of his stomach, resist the temptation of food?
My hopes and a little bit of vanity are certainly in my bowl, I hope to be healthy and happy.
Many times, when the stomach is satisfied, the heart is satisfied.
As for beauty, it doesn’t seem like it’s up to me to decide.
I am always good at accepting what life gives me. If what God puts in my bowl is green vegetables, I think that instead of trying my best to find radishes that do not belong to me, I should think more about how to cook the vegetables to make them taste better.
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My ideals are contained in my bowl. I accept the materials given by life and I will do my best to make them into delicious dishes.
God gives everyone a bowl with only boiled water, but life will teach us how to cook various delicacies.
My bowl contains my friendship, my family, my happiness and sadness. My bowl is my own little world, my own little universe.
Is life convenient?