The three relatives I can't forget in my heart are my aunt, uncle and uncle, all of whom are in their prime. These three relatives are my oldest relatives now. Four years ago, I saw them when I went home to serve my seriously ill father. Say goodbye in such a hurry for four years. The mountains are high and the water is long, and the feelings that I have been longing for have been separated for four years, and the road can't stop the desire to go home. The way to this hometown is too far.
Both parents have gone far away, and they can only sort it out by memories. This generation of relatives, I rely on when I was a child, just like towering trees, let me stay away from the wind and rain, let me grow up happily. Without their care, I wouldn't stand proudly today, raising my kindness, just like heaven and earth, inseparable from flesh and blood. At the most vulnerable time in my life, these giant hands drove away danger and fear, and I felt safe and warm in their hands. They (they) have never asked for anything in return for their generosity, and I have not been able to make a negligible return so far.
My aunt's family moved to the county town to work very early, ending the hard life of leaving home. Both the living environment and the quality of life have far surpassed the rural people in Daiyue. My uncle has been living in a remote rural area, and he keeps the diligent habit of soaking his feet in the rain and saving people in the wind. He is also my most concerned relative.
My uncle's birthday is on the fifth day of the fifth lunar month. Last year, I made a plan to return to my hometown. A month ago, I asked my boss for leave and said, "Boss, I'm going back to Hunan for the Dragon Boat Festival this year. This day is my uncle's birthday. "
Without hesitation, the boss simply agreed: "Good! You haven't been back for years. Stay with your uncle for a few more days this time. "
Without love, there is no missing, and without missing, there is no story. All the way through life, no matter whether the story is wonderful or not, it has the value of nostalgia. When the sun is always hanging in the sky, people will hate that it is too hot and forget the light it emits; When relatives live happily on earth, people will forget the warmth they have given.
On June 15, I left my busy work and went back to my hometown in Hunan by bus. At this moment, the scenery along the way, no matter how beautiful, is only a flash. The excitement of going home has long been accompanied by the bumpy rhythm of the car, flying into the green mountains and green waters of my hometown with the strong wind. At 23 o'clock in the evening, I arrived at the familiar but unfamiliar county town, "a beautiful and heartbreaking place". Lights are flashing, pedestrians are weaving, and traffic is flooding. A special kind and excitement washed away my long-distance bumpy fatigue and finally arrived home safely!
The next day, my sister took me to visit my aunt and uncle. They have moved out of their old house, and I can't find their new home. My sister is not far from them. She often goes to see her aunt and knows where her aunt and uncle often go to play. She found her uncle and aunt playing poker among the elderly. Knowing that I was back, I immediately put down my cards and walked slowly back with a smile. Distant distance, two old and kind faces, what caught my eye was a completely different person from four years ago. Aunt rheumatoid arthritis, obviously limping, two old people, their faces lost luster, wrinkles are too thick to hold chopsticks. Fat and bloated aunts become slightly fat, and uncles are thin.
We followed our aunt and uncle into the house. My uncle is busy making tea, and my aunt is anxious to ask about me. During the conversation, I learned the reason why my uncle moved: my uncle had a heart attack at any time and moved to a place close to his children and grandchildren in order to facilitate first aid. Every morning and evening, I insist on walking quietly and playing gateball. When I panic during the day, I play cards with other elderly people in the community to pass the boring days. It is also a kind of entertainment. Seeing them, I suddenly felt a kind of sadness and pain: the years are really heartless and have taken away many of my elders and relatives. Now there are only three elders left, uncles and aunts, who are dying.
My aunt didn't complain that I come back once every four years, but always encouraged me to work hard! This way home is too far. Far is not distance, but time!