我讨厌吃米饭,与生俱来就与米饭“水火不容”,我宁愿去吃那难以吞咽的中药丸,也不想去碰刚买回的新米做出的米饭。这一天,妈妈照例给我盛了一大碗米饭。我望着白白的米饭粒,感觉就像是压在碗里的一座山,惆怅得不得了。“哦,没拿筷子。”妈妈拍拍脑袋,又走进了厨房。我知道,大好 I hate to eat rice, and rice was born “incomparably”, I would rather eat that difficult to swallow the traditional Chinese medicine pills, do not want to touch the newly bought rice made rice. On this day, my mother gave me a bowl of rice as usual. I looked at the white rice grains, feeling like a mountain in a bowl, and I felt very much. “Oh, no chopsticks.” Mom patted her head and walked into the kitchen. I know, great