A family of four is like a swing. My father is Liang Hejia, my mother is rope and board, and my brother and I are on the swing, playing the warmth of becoming a monk together.

四口之家就如一架荡秋千,爸爸是梁和架,母亲绳和板,而我和弟弟在荡秋千上,一起荡遁入空门的温暖。


Father's love is silent and touching.

父爱无声,触动心弦。


When I was a child, due to the differences between my parents, I also had different attitudes towards them. My father was very strict with me, but my mother loved me very much. Therefore, I like my mother.

儿时,因为父母看待我的差别,因为我对她们拥有不一样的心态,父亲一件事格外严苛,可母亲却十分疼惜我,因而,我很喜欢母亲。


One day, my father stood silently at the door, and saw that I came back. There was a trace of joy in his eyes, but his body was stubbornly indifferent. I said go home, and walked into the door, smelling the smell. I felt very happy, so I ran to my mother. As soon as my mother saw me, she said, "come on, wash your hands, taste your father..." before I said anything, He was stopped by his father and said in a hurry, "yes, try the craft of the Communist Party of China.".

一天,爸爸静静地立在门囗,见我来了,眼睛里明晰流露一丝愉悦,可他的人体却执着地视而不见,我说了声回来吧,就走入了家门口,闻到香气扑鼻的香气,我的心情愉快无比,因此跑到母亲身旁,母亲一见我,便说:“来,洗洗手,尝一尝你爸……”话还未说出入口,便被爸爸给拦下了,赶忙说:“对,尝一尝***的技艺,”母亲猛然一脸茫然,父亲不由自主地叹了声气,我却独自一人贪欲地吃着饭食。


Later, my mother told me that in fact, it was specially made for me by my father. Suddenly, my throat began to choke... Later, when I thought of it, a sour feeling came to my heart. Gradually, I began to rely on this mountain, and I began to rely on this beam and frame

之后,母亲跟我说,实际上那就是父亲专业做帮我吃的,猛然,我的咽喉逐渐哽塞……之后常常想到,一股酸意涌上心头.逐渐,我逐渐借助这座高山了,我逐渐借助这梁和架了.


Maternal love is like water, moistening the heart.

母亲的爱似水,滋养心底。


At the beginning of the quiz, my study time was very tight. I didn't go to sleep until 12 o'clock every day. Every time, my mother waited patiently and seemed to have forgotten the work of tomorrow. When I was about to finish my homework, a cup of hot milk came up. Several times, I found that the milk was different, and the fresh and thick taste seemed to be mixed with the sweet taste, which spread repeatedly in my mouth, I began to see the milk under the light. By the light, I seemed to see the bright light in the cup. The milk became translucent - honey. Isn't this what my father bought for my mother? How