The wind messed up my hair, and a "fragrance came to my face" came to my nose. I couldn't help feeling "Lulu ..." I quickened my pace.

The sun, rising and falling, falling and rising. Four seasons, come and go, go and come. I don't know how fast the pace of time is, but I know that I will cancel a calendar every day and the days will disappear from my hands for one day. Time makes children grow up and adults grow old. It turns out that beautiful things are so perishable.

The wind stopped her blowing, and the fragrance stopped her spreading instantly. At this time, I want to rush to it as soon as possible. My leopard-like eyes stared at it in the distance, and I started running, one step, two steps, three steps ... finally I walked in, and there was noise everywhere. A few people broke up. They talked and laughed, and their mouths and hands cooperated well. Dining room, this is the school canteen. Intermittent classmates all ate. Sit down, sit down and enjoy yourself. Eating is a kind of enjoyment, and I am good at grasping it. Rush hard for it.

The canteen is wide and bright.

Finally, it was my turn, holding the basin, and quickly found a seat to sit down. Not bad, quite rich, potatoes, tomatoes, braised pork ... Looking at the small menu written with a string of chalk, the handwriting is not very gorgeous, but I try to write it clearly so that my classmates can understand it. Just like cooked rice, it is not particularly delicious or attractive, unlike the refreshing taste of a restaurant or the warmth of home. But managers still try their best to meet the needs of students.

For me, after three or five classes, I am tired and hungry ... The food still smells good in my mouth. When I am hungry, everything smells good. Books are spiritual food, and canteens are energy food.

There is no gorgeous building in the canteen, but there is warm food.