Pickles were pickled by my old mother
I haven't eaten pickles for a long time. I called my mother some time ago and wanted to eat the pickles she made. My mother sent me some pickles by express. I'm really moved.
Poor parents all over the world. No matter how old they are, they are still children in the eyes of their parents. If they want to eat their parents' dishes, they will still find a way to express them.
Today, I received a pickle from my mother. In the evening, I fried it and ate it. My mouth was full of my mother's love. Suddenly, I was homesick and wanted to go home to see them. But we were too far apart. We had to wait for the children to go back every time. When we got home and had children, we had a lot of helplessness. We couldn't always be filial in front of our parents. It's a pity to go back to our hometown and accompany them well after the holiday.