Since I have to go back to China (home) tomorrow, I want to go to bed early today, but I can’t fall asleep after tossing and turning in bed, and it’s already midnight. That is to say, I would be on my way in a few hours, and I couldn't hide my excitement at the thought of meeting my octogenarian parents and siblings. Unable to calm down, I simply got up, followed my own train of view, and scribbled a few words.
Whether you are a worker, a farmer, a cadre, a student, or a dignitary, a relative of the royal family, and no matter how old you are, you all need a home. This home may be rich or poor, but it is very warm, because there are your parents and your loved ones in the family.
I remember the first time I came back to China, it was my sixth year in the United States. My family ceremoniously went to Beijing to pick me up. The first time my parents saw me, they said:
"Why are you so thin?"
As they spoke, they held me in their arms almost at the same time and looked at me carefully. Nothing is important to them, they only care about my health.
When I got home, Mom and Dad walked into the kitchen and were busy making all kinds of things I like to eat. Their eyes also glanced at me from time to time, asking this and that. This long-lost family relationship is like a warm current pouring into my heart.
This is the feeling of home.
Thirty years have passed, and whenever I think of home, I think of the soft and delicious pancakes baked by my Mom, the breakfast of soybean milk and fried dough sticks, and the unique stewed of pork sauerkraut and potato vermicelli in my hometown. ... In short, a lot of delicious things will be dangling in front of me.
I remember that when I was a child, I especially liked festivals, because at this time these delicious things would be placed on the round and large dining table in my house like magic. I didn't even bother to wash my hands, so I quickly grabbed some and stuffed them into my mouth while my Mom was going to the kitchen. My favorite is Chinese New Year. There were new clothes my Mom made for me and my brothers. On this day, no matter how far away, the family lives, and they have to go home for the New Year. The whole family sat together and had a happy New Year's Eve dinner. Seven dishes and eight bowls, very lively. Wemainly eat dumplings, but also a variety of fried fish and fried meat. Wine was a must. Anyway, the dishes on the table were delicacies that I usually like to eat, but don't usually eat. The adults happily raised their glasses to signal who would come to drink. The children were running around with candies in their hands, and the Spring Festival Gala was playing on TV. The scene was full of laughter and laughter, and a scene of joy.
When the needle was pointing close to zero, adults and children would rush out of the house, and the children covered their ears and hid behind the adults. The adults covered their ears with one hand, lit the firecrackers with the other, and heard the crackling sound of firecrackers ringing innumerably. People use this method to drive away the bad luck of the year and welcome the New Year.
In the night sky, stars twinkled, and all kinds of gorgeous and colorful fireworks bloomed, as if the whole world was dyed rose color, this was the most anticipated and happiest moment of the year for children. The New Year pictures on the wall, the red lanterns in front of the door, and thecouplets pasted on the door were all people's imagination and expectations for a better life in the future from their hearts!
At that time, from the first day of the first month of the lunar calendar, my Mom would ask us to get up early to visit the neighbors' uncles and aunts to pay New Year's greetings. We will also pay New Year greetings to our parents and receive red envelopes from them. One or two Yuan, brand new bills. Children from neighbors would also come to my house to pay New Year's greetings to my parents, and some organized group worship. Waves of people would be greeted with bows and encouraging words of joy and hope.
Since then, we have grown up gradually, from the city to the countryside, to working, getting married and having children, and going abroad. The farther and farther I go from home. "Home!" has become an unattainable word, and also a source of strength for my dreams. I remember when I first arrived in the United States, because I didn’t know English, even the most basic communication between people became a problem. In order to survive, I have to work desperately, doing rough, dirty, and tiring work. The concept of time does not exist at all, and I even forget the Chinese Lunar New Year. Taste the ups and downs alone, taste all the bitterness, all the tiredness, all the loneliness. All of this is supported by the belief in "home!"
Time flies so fast! Now I finally have a little respite. In my spare time, I will follow my childhood memories, imitate my Mom, and cook some food that I liked when I was a child, but no matter how hard I try, the food I make is not as delicious as my Mom's. Whenever this time, I am really depressed.
In a few hours, I'll be on my way home, and I'll be eating pancakes baked by my Mom and trying many of my childhood meals. At this time, I am looking forward to it.
Home is a pier that shelters you from wind and rain, a station where you rest, and a shoulder you can rely on; home is a place where you can fall asleep peacefully and wake up naturally. You don't have to think about what job to do, or other arrangements, you can imagine and stretch your soul freely; home is a place where you can be willful, act like a baby, and even play in front of your parents.
A place with parents is a home, and children who have a home are so happy! Cherish the home we have now, and cherish all the relatives around us. I remember singing a song——
"Go home and have a look, go home and have a look..."
Yes, we should often go home to visit my parents and relatives, as well as the clouds in my hometown, the mountains in my hometown, and the taste of my hometown.
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