Smile to interpret

Parents are not strict, perhaps because they spend more time in places with leaders, they always have an invisible smile on their faces. It is also this smile that makes the homeless dead.

A loud voice is a thing that my mother is most proud of. Just like rural women, she always treats people with enthusiasm, although there are no snacks at home, but when guests come, the mother will still make a cup of tea barely as a treat for guests, and then attached a signature smile, people who come to talk with mother is always talking about. Not many guests came to the house, so mother's enthusiasm had little place to show.

There was no visible smile on my father's face, but he still had a smile inside. Mother said that the two times he received customers in the newspaper, the picture was almost identical, the smile was no different from a blooming peony flower, and he never saw such a smile at home.

Parents' smiles always give guests a sense of affection. So I always won't be afraid to go home when I fail an exam.

My mother would stand silently in front of the school every night, with her smile with me home. She would smile at me, take my hand and ask over and over what interesting things happened today, although I felt there was nothing to tell about them, seeing my mother's expectant face I eventually told her happily.

But my father was not so concerned about my school life, he was probably more concerned about my studies. He said he wanted me to have an ambitious goal, but he only mentioned it in front of me every time and then passed. But his smile though seems like a joke, in my opinion, which parents will not look forward to their children it, he just use his smile to make him seem not so serious.

My mother was also a recipient of my nagging personality every time I spoke to her, but she didn't mind being the recipient of my anger. She listened to my tantrums with a smile on her face and then laughed at my childishness, but I always ignored her and put my head away and cried silently, and my mother didn't care about my crying. She is still so calmly looking at the newspaper, waiting for me to turn those red eyes on him, and then smiling at me. This made the quarrel between my mother and me not like a quarrel, but more like two naughty children fighting. Sometimes I would get really angry and my mother would not want to pay attention to me, but my anger went away quickly. But I was too embarrassed to laugh at my mother and admit my mistake, so I wrote a letter of apology on her cell phone. After reading it, she would laugh and delete the letter that was on the wallpaper, and then talk to me about some boring gossip. She would always replace that letter with a wish I had written her on her birthday. She liked the blessing better than the apology.

But the relationship between my father and my mother was much more complicated. Whenever my mother washed his clothes, she would always dislike the smell of them, but my father was such a spontaneous person that he laughed and told him, "So your clothes don't stink when you sweat." After saying that, he closed the door and went for a run. My father outwardly disliked my mother's cleanliness but loved her. When my mother's shoulders were bad, he would ask my father to come out and give him a push, and although the push was strong, my mother would scream like I usually do, she didn't want to disappoint my father.

But this year, Grandma had some health problems, and my mother is no longer so smiley and is always very serious when talking to my father on the phone. But I know she still loves to laugh too.

Whenever the teacher talks about the relationship between children and parents in class, I always tell my classmates that I'm still holding hands with my mother as we walk down the street, and she just smiles.

It's become a fact that I'm proud of. After all, good family traditions are a good thing, aren't they?