幸福似杯清香的茶,轻抿一口,细细品味,那香味越发浓郁;幸福如一朵淡淡的花,永远珍藏在我记忆深处。那是前年,年前我和爸爸妈妈一起回老家。一到家,只见爷爷奶奶在厨房里忙得不亦乐乎,我很好奇,跑到厨房要看个究竟。只见桌上摆着面粉、豆沙馅,还有菜馅。我这才明白原来是要蒸馒头。我兴奋极了,嚷嚷道:“我也要做豆沙馒头。”爷爷连连点头,他给我戴上袖套,系上围裙。我迫不及待地抓起面团,再用筷子挑起一点点豆 Happy like a cup of tea, frivolous, savoring, the more fragrant flavor; happiness, such as a touch of flowers, forever in my memory. That was the year before last year and I went back to my hometown with my father and mother. When I arrived home, I saw my grandparents were in the kitchen. I was curious and went to the kitchen to see what happened. I saw the table with flour, red bean paste, as well as vegetable stuffing. I realized that it was to steamed buns. I am very excited, shouted: "Grandma Ye nodded, he gave me to wear a cuff, tied apron. I can not wait to grab the dough, and then use chopsticks to stir up a little bit of beans