It’s the Mid-Autumn Festival again. I can’t remember how many festivals I have spent without my family. I remember when I first entered college, I wished I didn’t go home during the Spring Festival. What I longed for was the kind of days when my family was not around and I was free and no one cared about me. But after I graduated and started working, I felt homesick more and more. I remember talking to my teacher on the phone about this topic when I first graduated. The teacher said that I knew I missed home, which meant that I had grown up. At that time, I didn’t understand the concept of growing up, and I was in a state of unknown to everything.
As the time I have been working has increased, this feeling of homesickness has become more and more intense. I only thought about it occasionally before, but now I think about it often. I miss my grandma’s dumplings. Every time I go to grandma’s house, I have to eat a meal of dumplings made by grandma. The taste is really unique. Sometimes I think that the happiest thing in this life is to eat a meal of dumplings made by my grandma; I miss following her. Grandpa’s heart-to-heart talks and some of his doubts about work and life outside can always be found in him. I miss my dad’s nagging, although every time I hear it I interrupt him because I find it annoying. I want to interrupt him to prove that I have grown up and am no longer the child who has to listen to his nagging about everything. I miss my mother's attentiveness. Every time she went back, she would ask what she wanted to eat. She would do it immediately after telling her, and she would do it without any complaints. No matter how troublesome it was, she would not care about her waist. Sometimes I suddenly feel that I am so unfilial. It is time to repay them when I am about to turn 30, but I am unable to give them more. Sometimes I think about it, there are so many things I have to do for them when I have the ability. But I'm really afraid that one day, they won't be able to walk anymore, what should I do? And my grandparents, who are nearly 80 years old, how should I be filial to them?
Recently, I love to recall my childhood days more and more. Growing up, I have experienced quite a few things, some of which are unforgettable. But only some memories from my childhood are the ones I remember most clearly. Every time I recall my childhood, my memories are full of happy days. This is probably the most precious gift my parents have ever given me.
As I approach my thirties, my understanding of life increases with my experiences. The people and things I experience gradually become a kind of accumulation of life experience. A classmate of a friend who was born in the 1970s said after hearing some of the things I have experienced that I don’t look like a child born in the 1980s. I have the tolerance and persistence of a child born in the 1970s. Sometimes, I really feel tired, physically and mentally exhausted, to the point of numbness. Because of some grievances at work, I don’t know how many tears I secretly shed, and how many times I couldn’t sleep at night and asked myself, is it worth it? In fact, there are some things that I have seen through, but sometimes I don’t want to care about too many gains and losses, but sometimes things often backfire.
In the blink of an eye, it has been 10 years since I came to this city, and I have already regarded this place as my other home. But this "home" does not have a brick or tile of its own. The house price is too high to afford it, and the salary is too low. Sometimes I have doubts about the original choice. Did I choose the wrong direction? But now that it's here, let's make peace with it. I just hope that my life will get better and better, not to worry my parents, and to try to be filial to them.
That’s all.