Once, when I was cleaning up my room with my mother, I suddenly pulled out a messy piece of colored paper from my mother's drawer, and wrapped it neatly in exquisite flower plastic paper. I asked curiously, "Mom, what kind of art is this? Who is so good at painting?"

Mom glanced back, and after five seconds she replied, "It's someone—a work of art!" I didn't notice that my mother had a particularly long pronouncement of the word 'someone', she just looked up to the sky and laughed, leaning back and forth.

My face turned scarlet and tears burst into tears. But my mother smiled happier than I did! I wondered, what kind of art is this, which makes my mother so happy? I was afraid that my mother would be out of breath with laughter, so I went up and beat my back, and asked as I beat it: "Mom, don't sell it, tell me whose art is this?" My mother finally stopped laughing and looked at me tenderly. I was taken aback by her conversion, is this April Fool's Day?

"Kid, this is your 4-year-old artwork!" Mom said with a smile.

I blushed to the base of my ears. Didn't I laugh at myself just now? I complained, "Mom, you're so cunning! Why didn't you say it earlier, and you made me so embarrassed......

Looking back now, I suddenly feel so happy. My mother actually treasured a piece of paper that I had scribbled on when I was four years old. Now, time is like water, and my mother's temples have already added a few strands of dazzling gray hair. However, my mother's love for me has never changed over the years!

I want to thank Mother! Thank God for giving me the best mother in the world!

Yes, my mother treasured my graffiti as a treasure, for me, your love is the most precious, it will always be treasured in the bottom of my heart.

One of my treasures in my house is my dad's big bookcase. This big guy with a "full belly" is bronzed, 1.3 meters long, 0.5 meters wide, and 1.8 meters high. Its upper left corner is carved with the pattern of a bird, lifelike, the bird's wings wave vigorously, making an eternal take-off shape, with the momentum of Kunpeng spreading its wings for 90,000 miles.

This bookcase was given by the chief of staff of the regiment when my father was a soldier. My father worked as an assistant to the chief of staff, and when he saw that my father loved books, he gave my father his beloved bookcase. Thus the bookcase has an unusual meaning.

Dad cherished this bookcase very much, as if he cherished a certain part of his own life, and he had to wipe it with a cloth several times a day, for fear that the bookcase would be covered with dust. There were insect moths in the bookcase, so Dad sealed it with paste. When I was a child, I was ignorant, and I made a cut in the bookcase with a knife, and my father carefully reoiled it with paint to make it "eternal youth", and of course, I was inevitably reprimanded.

Although the wood of the bookcase is not precious and lasted for many years, it came to Yichang with my father from Beijing, and then moved with my father's work transfer, but the workmanship is very fine and well-maintained, and so far "the charm still exists", which has aroused the special favor of my father's friends.

It was a summer noon, and I was awakened by a knock on the door, and it turned out that my father's friend was passing by to visit an old friend. While chatting, the uncle suddenly found the big bookcase in the house, he approached the bookcase and looked at it carefully, rubbing it with his hand, and praised it again and again. Within three days, Dad's friend came again, and he went straight to the bookcase, took the books to read, and pretended to look for information. Dad seemed to understand what he meant, but he refused to break it for a long time, and politely rejected him by being silent and diverting the topic. Dad has always been a cheerful man who treats money like dung, and I can see the value of the bookcase.

Dad loved the bookcase, and he loved the books in the bookcase even more. He often stood in front of the bookcase, took the book from the cabinet, read it and put it away, everything was carried out in silence, all this was a sublime pleasure for his father. As time went by, I also developed a good habit of reading. Wandering in the sea of books, eating "mountain fruits" and drinking "nectar", the increasingly dry spiritual world was quickly nourished: reading Li Bai's "Shu Dao Difficult", awe of the famous mountains and rivers are steep and strange; Reading Liu Yuxi's "Burrow Ming", I feel the nobility of not being in the same stream as the world; read Fan Zhongyan's "The Story of Yueyang Tower", and sighed the mind and ambition of "the worries of the world first, and the joy of the world after the world"; Reading Zhu Ziqing's "Hurry", I cherish the fleeting time even more...... The bookcase has given me many, many things.

Others value pearls, agate, antiques, and ancient paintings, but my family values the bookcase, because it not only witnesses a rare friendship, but also improves my life taste, including my father, purifies our hearts, and creates a spiritual harbor for inhabitation

When it comes to treasures, you may think of Zheng Banqiao's work, or a precious saber...... , and I have a treasure in my house that means a lot to us.

My family's treasure is an ordinary tape recorder, before moving to a new house, many old items were gone, but it remained, because this tape recorder has everyone's good memories.

In the past, my grandmother was still relatively young, and when she came back from work, she relied on this tape recorder to relieve her fatigue. Listening to the last Huangmei opera, singing a few words along with "babbling", and even sometimes accompanied by music, dancing with hands, of course, the mood is very good.

Grandpa also has a soft spot for this tape recorder, listening to a few pieces of news, understanding national events, and of course, he will also sing some songs about the Anti-Japanese War, such as "mine warfare" and "anti-Japanese songs......

Ever since I went to kindergarten, my mom bought me a lot of story tapes. At night, in the dead of night, only the tape recorder on my bedside table was still "working", playing stories and telling truths, and I fell asleep to the sound of recordings. Gradually, the tape recorder became my bosom friend, and I also listened to many mythological stories, such as "Nuwa Mends the Sky", "Jingwei Reclamation", "Chang'e Running to the Moon", ...... The tape recorder became my first enlightenment teacher.

Today, grandpa and grandma are old. Every afternoon, my grandfather would sit on the sofa for a while, holding a tape recorder in his hand, listening, listening, shedding a few crystal tears, he always taught me to be tenacious, study hard, and grow up to serve the motherland.

One day, I came home from school and found a thin layer of dust on the tape recorder. I gently wiped it clean, looking at the tape recorder that had been with me for nearly ten years, I remembered my childhood babbling and following the tape recorder, reading the story over and over again; I remembered the scene of a bright moon hanging in the sky and a tape recorder accompanying me to sleep......; Somehow, my nose was sour, and my childhood memories were projected in my mind like a photo, projecting my innocent and flawless dreams as a child. I turned on the tape recorder, and the crisp and childish voice suddenly sounded in my ears, and I looked at the sunset that reflected half of the sky, and my eyes suddenly moistened.

My tape recorder, although very ordinary, is not as precious as some items, but it is a wonderful memory for our family, a memory that is more precious than any other object. I believe it is a treasure of our family!