Remember that when I was a kid, only when I had a guest at home or on New Year's Eve would my mother make eggs, full of bowls, and look at my moo, but the baby can't eat at the table, and I can't wait for it. And then life went well, and Mom said, "When you want fried eggs, you eat them. We have lots of eggs." The smell of mother, the smell of childhood, the smell of home, has been in my memory, and it will be in my mind anywhere。