“搬家,搬家……”在我的欢呼声中,搬家公司的车满载着家具驶向我的新家。我和爸爸、妈妈忙着清点家具和电器。忽然,我看到了一张桌子,它是那么陈旧,在众多崭新的家具中显得格外寒碜、刺眼。它是唯一一件从老家带来的家具。我闷闷不乐地嘟囔:“这张破桌子是谁装上车的?这么难看,和新家多不协调啊!”妈妈走了过来,擦拭桌子上的灰尘,无比温柔地抚摸着桌子上的花纹,那是树的年轮,是岁月 “Moving, moving ... ” In my cheers, the moving company car loaded with furniture toward my new home. My father and I are busy counting the furniture and appliances. Suddenly, I saw a table, it is so old, in many new furniture is particularly cold, dazzling. It is the only piece of furniture to bring from home. I muffled muttering: “This broken table who loaded the car? So ugly, and the new home and more incompatible ah!” Mom came, wipe the dust on the table, very gentle stroking the pattern on the table That is the tree’s ring, is the years