曾经总认为,家就是有爸爸,有妈妈,有我。长大了才知道,有爱才有家,有爱才是家,家就是包裹着“幸福馅”的饺子,骨子里有甜蜜暖意。小时候的自己太幼稚,身在福中不知福。上学时,妈妈每天早起为我做的爱心早餐,我却常以不好吃为由将其倒掉。而今只身一人在另一座城市学习,捧 Have always thought that home is a father, a mother, with me. Grew up to know that there is love only home, love is the home, home is wrapped “happiness stuffing ” dumplings, bones have sweet warmth. When I was a child, I was too naive and I was blessed with happiness. When I was in school, my mother started to love me breakfast early every day, but I often drained it for not eating well. Now alone in another city to learn, holding