The sun through the window lit up the whole room, warm on the body, I still lying on the bed with half-awake. The washing machine rumbled the clothes; the kitchen knife snipped in the vegetables, the lampblack whirred. The dish is then poured over a hot iron pan, which gives off a quick stir-fry, the chopstick stirs the thick soup, the garbage bag is tied up and crackles, the broom rubs on the ground. Suddenly, I heard a bark; the original is the side of the puppy to wake me up. Such a beautiful morning, dad was cleaning, mother in the kitchen to prepare a big breakfast.