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坐在餐桌前,望着那杯热气腾腾的牛奶,满满的亲情温暖着我的心……因为,在那芳香四溢的奶香中,同样溢满爱的味道。——题记我是一个挑食的孩子。每天早晨,我总是揉着惺忪的睡眼,无奈地坐在餐桌旁,胡乱地塞上一两口饭便离开了。对于我来说,吃早饭早已成为一种形式。爸妈看着盘中那几乎丝毫未动的饭菜,无奈地摇摇头。他们也无能为力,不知道用什么办法才能让我好好地吃下早饭。又是一个阳光明媚的清晨,厨房中又传来了我再熟悉不过的叮叮当当
Sitting at the table, looking at the steaming milk, full of affection warm my heart ... because, in that fragrant milk flavor, the same overflowing taste of love. - Inscription I am a picky eater child. Every morning, I always rubbed his sleepy eyes, sitting at the table reluctantly, casually stuffed with one or two meals left. For me, eating breakfast has long been a form. Parents looked at the plate that almost did not move meals, helplessly shook his head. They also do nothing, do not know what way to make me eat breakfast well. Another sunny morning, the kitchen came again I am familiar with the rattles