Every year when I return to China, it is like a huge ship, hovering in everyone's mouth and heart. As the days approached, I packed my bags and couldn't wait to leave the shore and sail home like an arrow. At this time, Fang felt that being a returnee was also happy. It is no longer a trip to a foreign land, and it is no longer necessary to swallow the hardships and cold of life alone, but to have parents who are watched and cared for by relatives and have roots to find. Forget the long journey, forget the heavy luggage, forget the fatigue of the boat, only ecstasy. The crowded crowd is warm, the unfamiliar faces are lovely, and everyone rushes to their own place with the same mood and sense of urgency. Warm sunshine, clear skies, good air in Wan Li, wind at your feet, full of dreams in your heart, and all kinds of scenery are like larks on the branches. When we met, we didn't know each other, smiled and greeted a colleague and went home for the New Year? Good. Me too.
The real taste of the world is on the eve of the Spring Festival. At this point, this scene is fascinating. As I am a returnee, I carry a suitcase and a basket to work in spring, so I am also a waiter. I hope my sister and mother will return the soup together. I like the secular flavor of fireworks more and more. No solar term can better prove the existence of family than the Spring Festival. The smell of Chinese New Year permeates between returning and waiting, getting stronger and stronger, and the fragrance is overflowing. And home, that is, that year, always fetters the misty heart in the distance and is waiting for people scattered all over the world. Whether you are a rich businessman or a poor man in cloth, it makes no difference to see the piety of the New Year. Thousands of families are waiting for them, and they are looking forward to watching them often. They all hope to have a peaceful Mother's Day and enjoy their family life. Impermanence, a few years, difficult to get together and leave, in exchange for a return date, relatives echo, two happy places, but what can I ask?
During the Spring Festival, all the gestures are jubilant. Everyone, small family, national celebration, * * * spectrum prosperity. Fireworks, as if at this moment, broke the usual strange isolation and merged into one. Streets and alleys are decorated with lights, praying for blessings, singing and dancing. All fame and fortune are nothing, but it is true that Jun Qing is in good health. The taste of the year is better than the charcoal fire in the furnace. Ignoring the cold winter, it transpires a fiery atmosphere, so that every face will show its eyes, red lanterns and red firecrackers, and keep saying the word "Fu". You and I congratulate each other, which is affectionate, lively and festive.
The taste of the year at home turned into an elf in my mother's hand, dancing happily in the whole room. The gravel road extending to the door of the house is winding, muddy and overgrown with weeds. I have been through countless times and I will always miss it. Since I came home, my mother has hardly taken off her apron during the day, and she seems to be busy preparing a dessert to fill my stomach. Qian Fan finished, and the objective lens moved around. If there is such a scene, it is the most patient for me. My mother sat on the front steps, picking beans. I chatted with her with tea in my hand. The stew on the stove is steaming and gurgling. The sun is warm and people's backs are sweating. My brother is wearing a thin coat and cutting bacon with a knife. Handsome guy, his mother only asked him to work as a coolie, leaving him alone for his sister to return at night. Needless to say, it is natural that teenagers in the past did not understand the meaning of "New Year", but now they are a little older and can more and more appreciate the taste of human feelings and things. I saw the wind and frost in my mother's hair, the vicissitudes of my fingers, and the silence ... I'm afraid I'm half the initiator of these injuries. But the years are cruel, and I feel sorry for my mother's kindness. Twenty years have passed so quickly, and the sadness and joy are vivid. My mother has led thousands of troops over the years. Today, she has a wonderful time for a child to grow up. The kindness of this money will never be forgotten and there is no way to repay it. At present, the only place to go is to try to go home.
There are flowing clouds, still water is silent, and the days have a long history. However, there are always some things that can't be kept, and there are always some things that will be handed down. Grandparents are old, and I find a shadow in my uncles and aunts. Grandparents are old, and I found similarities in my uncles and aunts. Not only because of face, but also because of the scenes revealed between words and deeds in daily life. When you get old, you don't want people to get old. A generation of two people, a lifetime. This is probably a silent inheritance. So, what will I inherit from my mother to keep my mother's ring alone? Too many things are gone forever, and suddenly, things have changed. I will take my mother as a mirror and slowly pick them up and think about it.
At the end of the year, year after year, winter goes and spring comes. Even if time waits for no one, I still believe that there will be beautiful people everywhere. If so, at present, the family is harmonious, friends and relatives are good, everything is normal for you, and I am fine. Yesterday has passed, tomorrow is coming, and nothing is more worth cherishing than now. Life is full of ups and downs, but don't destroy the Zen mind of a happy life. Be an appreciator of life, be content and be happy, and firmly believe that time pays off.
At the beginning of the new year, everything is new. It's a cliche, but people's beliefs are holy. How can they give up easily? Welcome the Spring Festival, congratulate the new elephant and send my best wishes. You are blessed, and it is also my blessing. The tenderness of the human heart cannot be separated from the yellow hair in the hall and the face in the hall. And this is not the glory of human nature, but also precious! In the new year, there must be new growth and new expectations. For the warmth of my heart, I will guard a bright and clean city.