The dining table at home is placed in the back half of the house, facing two doorways. One door is full of green and the wind blows leisurely. Delicious food comes in and out of the other door. There is also the light green square table. What I eat is not rice. It is simply nature, scenery, time, and happiness!
A bowl of green onion and light yellow egg lean meat soup, mixed with pepper, steaming hot, a bowl of fried cabbage, I will eat the next spring, a bowl of pepper fried meat, very spicy, I kept fanning my mouth, drinking the sweet boiled water from the white porcelain cup.
Mom took care of everything and finally put it on the table. She always lowered her head shyly and silently took a mouthful of rice first.
Purpose: The difficulties of moving from a small peasant society to an industrial society and an information society