The Sweet Home

I can’t remember which day it was when I felt the motherly warmth, which will always flow in my heart and flow in the long river of memory. I also wrote a book full of time, and time froze that day. In my eyes, home is like a mother that protects us from wind and rain. It was a sunny summer when the express was delivered, and our family went to sell the house. The house we chose was small, but it had everything. It looked like a warm dimple, and its face felt very smooth when I touched it. I still remember the squeaking sound of water when cooking, and the beautiful sounds formed a pleasant symphony when l pulled the rice. It felt so good to sleep in this home. We planted several watermelon flowers on the coffee table in the living room. They grew lushly, and the watermelon patterns on the tender green leaves looked very beautiful. I opened the refrigerator and found a pile of crispy ice cream. It was very cool to eat a bite in the summer. My home is filled with countless memories of mine, and I will always remember that little home.