Home, the composition smells like cigarettes.

Some people say that the sense of smell is the most acute nervous system in the human body, so the taste is lingering. It is as deep as a brand in the heart. I like the smell of home, which is a faint smell of cigarettes. It always gently touches the ripples in my heart.

I am a person who is particularly sensitive to the smell of cigarettes. No matter how faint the smell of cigarettes is, it always causes me to cough a lot. Father is an old smoker, and the cupboard at home is full of cigarette cases, large and small, which can make you see things in a blur. I always advise my father to quit smoking as a passive smoker, but my father always smiles and pinches my nose, disapprovingly saying; "I smoke more cigarettes than you eat. How can I quit?/Besides, after a meal, a cigarette contest is a living fairy. Why don't you even want to be the daughter of a living fairy?" I'm really speechless. Strangely, my father has never smoked at home, which really makes me wonder.

I like to hide in my study and chew on a book. I forgot to close the door of my study that day, but I found a secret that has been with me for more than ten years. I was wandering in Gone with the Wind, but I was dragged back to my mind by a strange smell. My keen sense of smell undeniably told me that it was the smell of a long-lost cigarette, and then I heard my mother's reprimand. " Hurry up, why are you so slow? "The voice is very light, as if afraid of being heard by others. Curiosity has made me too busy to read. I gently put down my book, crept away from my study, and searched for the sound. The balcony door was closed, and I pressed my ear tightly to the door, listening to what was going on inside. In addition to the sound of walking gently, there is also a trace of cigarette smell naughty from the crack of the door, drilling my nostrils and violently stimulating my nerves. I quickly held on tight and tried my best to minimize the sound. However, the slight cough sounded the vigilance of parents. Oh, no, the door suddenly opened and I was at a loss. I was exposed. It was mother who opened the door, and father was on the balcony in the distance, with a cigarette butt in his hand. The smoke has not been extinguished, and it is still shining with a slight red light. The window was wide open, and it was almost winter, and the cold air came from the window, which made me feel a little cold standing outside. I stood there, facing my mother and distant father, facing my home, and I felt a crystal liquid blur my eyes. At that moment, I thought a lot ...

Later, I found that there was always the smell of faint cigarettes in my home, which soaked everything in my home: the love of my parents and the love of my family.