Birthday composition: Thoughts on the birthday: "Wow, what a beautiful cake!" As soon as I opened the lid of the box, a two-layer cake appeared in front of me: the bottom layer was a circle of lavender lace, like beautiful ripples, and there were three flowers arranged on the upper layer.

The pink flowers are so delicate and delicate, a snow-white rooster crows, and the words "Happy Birthday" next to it shine with happiness.

"Weiwei, are you satisfied?" Mom stepped forward and asked.

"That's great, Mom!" Looking at this exquisite cake, a warm feeling of happiness spread throughout my body.

"Little birthday boy, light the candles and make a wish." "Okay!" I carefully inserted the twelve candles one by one, and as soon as the pale red flame rose, "I wish you a happy birthday,...

..." Grandpa took the lead in singing while clapping his hands, and grandma's off-key voice seemed particularly joyful. Amidst the blessings of my relatives, I silently made three beautiful wishes.

"Grandma, grandpa, dad, and mom eat cake." Pieces of delicious cakes were distributed to them.

Grandpa and grandma ate very carefully. They gently picked up the cream with a small spoon and tasted it slowly. "Grandma, was the cake you made when you were a child as delicious as this?" I asked while licking the cream on my lips.

"Cake? Alas, there was no cake at that time! Children from poor families didn't even have enough to eat, and they didn't even know what was going on on their birthdays!" Grandma's eyes became moist when she talked about her bitter childhood.

"How could this happen?" With confusion, I turned my attention to my mother standing aside: "Mom, do you know about the birthday?" She gently stroked my head: "Yes! That's mom.

On the happiest day of the year, my grandma cooked a full bowl of noodles for my mother, with two hot poached eggs on top. They were so white and tender that it made people drool! That day, aunt, aunt, and uncle

I won’t compete with my mother to eat it.” My mother’s voice became hoarse, and I couldn’t help but stop holding the spoon in my hand.

"Eat the food quickly, the food is already cold just by talking," Dad took the lead and stretched his chopsticks to the plate, "Yes, eat it quickly!" "Weiwei, it's all you like, eat more," grandma said on her face

A kind smile appeared again.

The family was immersed in a joyful atmosphere.

After coming out of my grandpa’s house, I was savoring the delicious food and cakes and strolling on the street, with the breeze blowing gently.

The lively dance music sounded again in Sunshine Plaza. Looking at the happy pairs of grandparents, uncles and aunts, and seeing their beautiful dancing postures, I couldn’t help but think: Grandma and mother’s childhood has become a thing of the past, and now everyone is gradually moving forward

If we take the road to a well-off life, people's lives will be happier in the future! It is true that one generation is better than the other.