When I was six years old, one day, my mother bought a bag of tea and told me that the name of this tea was Jasmine Tea. When I wanted to drink it, I just put it in a cup and brewed it with boiling water, and it would smell like jasmine, and it tasted a little sweet and delicious, so every time I was in a bad mood, I would feel much better immediately. Jasmine Tea became my favorite.

Dad is losing his temper because he lost something. I think making a cup of jasmine tea for dad will definitely make him feel better. So I went to look for a teacup, but I didn't see a shadow of it everywhere. What should I do? I had a brainwave and immediately had an idea. I brought a thermos bottle and poured it directly into the bottle where I put the tea. Soon I saw that the tea in the bottle grew bigger and bigger like magic, and the whole bottle was bulging. I also opened a few small jasmine flowers. I held the tea in front of my father and proudly said, "Dad, please take a sip of my tea and make sure to calm down." My father took the cup and looked down and asked: I said, "I don't want to waste it either, but I couldn't find the cup anywhere, so I just poured the tea into the bottle ..." Before I finished, my father burst out laughing, and then he told his mother about it, and her mother told her grandparents. In this way, word spread, and suddenly, laughter spread all over the building.

The long melody floated over the noisy city like a clear spring.