When I was little, I didn't have a lot of breakfast to eat. Mothers in the morning can't cook in time, make some green egg soup and make us some rice leftovers, and we have to go to school warm enough. My mother's taste has been in my memory, and living conditions have improved, but she still likes to eat a simple meal. These two ants remind me of when I was a kid, when my mother gave me an umbrella to go to school, and now my mother's old back is on a camel, her teeth are out, my eyes are blind, but it reminds me of every happy day with my mother as a child. I'm gonna use this to write down the traces of those years
