“妈,又要过年了!”寒假第一天晚上,我悠闲地坐在沙发上,看着电视里越来越有年味的综艺节目,等待着吃晚饭。“是啊,又要忙了!”妈妈在厨房里准备晚餐。诱人的香味悠悠地飘进我的鼻子中,肚子顿时附和着唱出了旋律。“妈,晚饭好了吗?”我忍着胃酸的翻滚。“再等等。”妈妈专心着手中的活。“你的宝贝女儿快饿得出现幻觉了!”我不耐烦地说。“那你看看桌上有什么吃的吧!”我站起来,瞟了一眼桌上:一盘 “Mom, but also the New Year!” The first night of winter vacation, I leisurely sitting on the couch, watching TV more and more tasteful variety shows, waiting for dinner. “Yeah, it’s busy!” Mom prepares dinner in the kitchen. Intuitive fragrance floating in my nose, stomach suddenly attached and sing the melody. “Mom, is dinner better?” I endured stomach acid tumbling. “Wait a minute. ” Mommy focused on the hands. “Your baby girl is hungry fast becoming hallucinating! ” I said impatiently. “Then you see what the table to eat it!” I stood up and glanced at the table: a plate