Every family has a symphony, and my music is slowly ups and downs, quiet and stirring. When people hear this symphony, they feel a sense of happiness. My family members are: beautiful mother, handsome father, and a naughty and lovely me. Symphony is written by us with laughter.

In the morning, the big clock struck. While I was still immersed in a sweet dream, my mother had already begun to play the symphony of pots and pans. Sometimes, my mother shouts, "it's time for the big lady to get up!" " "Made my father and I laugh. But when I looked at my watch, it was almost time for class. I washed my face with lightning speed, took a piece of bread and hurried to study. Mom and dad also started a hard day's work. This is the first movement: the morning symphony, which is tense and funny.

At noon, the music was so beautiful that everyone was moved by it. I am reading English at my desk: ABCDE. Dad is turning over a book, making a rustling sound from time to time, and mom is looking up information on the computer. I sometimes tell a joke to make my parents and me laugh, and the laughter has been echoing in this happy little room.