Xiaoxiao under the wind and rain

The red sun in the sky sinks slowly into the clouds, and the afterglow slants on the city's avenues. People step on the fireworks under the street lights at dusk, busy and happy.What's even happier than admiring such a beautiful scenery is that when I look back, a thin layer of heat fills the slightly cold air, and I see my mother bringing the dishes to the table - it's the smell of fireworks in the world.

I walked on the streets of the winter solstice, listening to the winter wind blowing the dead leaves rustling, and there were still a few floating clouds dyed red in the sky.The cold wind at dusk was still as biting as ever, and the icy strands went straight into my sleeves.Thinking that there were still people at home looking forward to me, I wrapped my clothes tightly and ran at a trot, hoping to get home quickly.The winter night fell very early, and the orange sunset that had just filled the air was instantly smudged by thick ink, and the lights along the streets gradually turned on.

"Dong dong dong one" I walked through the dim stairwell and knocked on the door.A bright orange warm lamp shone into my eyes, and the aroma of pork rib soup filled the air, slipping through the crack in the door and filling my cold nostrils.My sister then staggered into my arms.The time clock almost stopped for a few seconds. The fatigue and hard work of the day slowly dissipated in the warm orange light at home. I put down my backpack and walked towards the dining table.
"You're back! Wash your hands and eat quickly, I'm all looking forward to you." My mother called my name happily, greeting my sister who was doing homework in the study and my father who had been waiting at the dining table. Their figures were intertwined in the warm yellow light, It exaggerated the steaming heat and enveloped the gentle dusk orange, soothing the cold soul. Unconsciously, I ran to the kitchen and scooped in four full bowls of rice, steaming with the smiles of the whole family. My mother smiled and took my car. Rice was scooped out for me - a big bowl of fresh and thick pork ribs soup.

The warm pork ribs soup, with the unique taste of my mother, went into my throat and melted away my tiredness during the day. There was a little bit of strong fragrance left in my taste buds, which officially opened my appetite, so I joined in the feast without any scruples. among the ranks.The plump white rice at home is the best staple food for tired travelers at this time. The aroma is overflowing and tugs at everyone's heartstrings.Not to mention the sweet and sour pork ribs, fried shredded pork with celery, and boiled Chinese cabbage neatly arranged on the dining table. The moonlight outside the window sneaked in and sprinkled the silver light all over the floor, watering the warm orange light in the corner and soaking the family at this moment. Its cheerful silhouette and joyful atmosphere seem to fill the whole world.

In winter, the house is filled with a rich and attractive smell, and the heat is rising, dispelling all the fatigue during the day, and warming the heart - the taste of the Sumima family.The alluring dishes prepared by my mother, the prosperous years of my elders mentioned by my father, and the hazy smile on my sister’s lips, it seemed like I didn’t have to think about anything, just because I was at home, and that was the smell of a bowl of fireworks.

After a long, long time, I finally understood that maybe only dinner at home can bring about wanton hesitation and pure warmth.No matter how far you go, home is the best destination. There will always be familiar smells, familiar people, familiar warmth and familiar things.In fact, the so-called love for the smell of fireworks in the world is just love for the delicacies enjoyed with family members in winter, and love for the warmth of a family.

After all, all kinds of glory are not as good as the pots and bowls in mother's hands, and all kinds of reds and purples are not as good as the fireworks and warmth at home.

"The smoke and fire in the world is the most soothing to the human heart.