The journey of life is much like a migratory bird, from south to north, from north to south, away from relatives, wandering around the world. I work selflessly in spring and hard in summer, expecting fruitful results in the autumn of my life. The long journey of life, whether prosperous or prosperous, will always be at the ferry of life, inadvertently looking back at home, looking back at the old house, sprouting a concern for parents. If the years are quiet and my parents are healthy, my heart will be warmer.
On a snowy winter day, I finally bid farewell to that barren and bitter day, set foot on the train going north and became an air force soldier. However, home is never far away in my heart. In the far north, I still watch my home and take care of my elderly parents.
One evening, I finally received the notice of home leave, so I went to anxious to return, packed my bags, crossed the vast night and set foot on my way home. When I arrived at the county seat, I missed the bus and walked 30 kilometers to my home. The lights in Zhuangzi gradually lit up and finally returned to their parents' arms. Four years, in the long river of years, with a flick of a finger. In the long night of missing, it is so long. Parents no longer have the tough physique, frank language and neat skills they used to have. The temples are frosted and the wrinkles are deep. At this moment, a line of hot tears flowed down my cheeks: parents are old and need children to wait. My taciturn parents are like accompanying a guest from afar, telling me about the changes in the village and the improvement of my life after joining the army, and questioning the life of the army from time to time.
After leaving the army for a year, I just set foot in Xingtai town and learned that my father was in the terminal stage of cancer. Abnormal panic and helplessness in my heart. Every time I think that the cancer demon will devour my father's fresh life, the days that accompany us are numbered. I will always walk the tens of kilometers through the sunset glow again and again, and guard my father's kang again and again. Being able to touch my father's thin face is very practical. My arrival seems to have increased my strength to defeat the cancer demon with my father. Finally, in the morning when the whole country celebrated the Lantern Festival, my father drove the crane west and died in another world. After a winter of tossing and turning, I lost more than ten kilograms. It was not long before. My mother had two strokes and was in bed for ten years. In the past ten years, almost all the holidays have been spent by my mother. Every time I wash my mother's feet and bathe, I feel that it is a kind of confession of the soul and self-comfort of the soul. I have thought more than once that as a son, it would be a glorious thing in my life if I could share my parents' pain with my fresh life.
For more than a decade, the 40-50-kilometer journey to and from home has repeatedly superimposed the time spent with parents and extended the affection with parents again and again. Seeing my parents off, I suddenly felt a little relieved when I calmed down, because I had an extra trip home.
"Parents are here, don't travel far." Today, history is far from meeting the requirements of the times. In order to make a living, start a business and realize their own value, people leave their homes and even cross the ocean. Because of this, people on the wandering side have never been so grateful as they are today. Too much is the parenting and too little is the spiritual support of parents.
In my impression, my brother, who is over 70 years old and has never cooked, actually bought a stack of gourmet recipes, simply turned himself into a "super chef" and changed his tricks to cook for his children. Whether it is the "temptation" of food or the desire for children, it reflects parents' desire and expectation for family happiness.
No matter why the pace of this era is in a hurry, we should bear in mind the filial piety of "the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to raise it without waiting for his relatives." When we wake up to filial piety and slow down, our loved ones may be gone, leaving behind a lifelong regret that cannot be repaired. No matter how busy the journey of life is, no one should be unfamiliar with the way home, and no one can forget the kindness of parents.
Children from afar often visit their parents, which is not only the responsibility of spiritual support, but also the requirement of moral norms and the obligation entrusted by law. How unreasonable and cruel it would be to forget the way home, desecrate the parents' nurturing grace and ignore their expectations for the family.
Time will pass, and I will become an old man. Like thousands of parents in Qian Qian, I will stand at the gate of the community on a dull day and look forward to it again and again. I have more expectations for my children to go home, more thoughts for children who are busy with their careers and have not gone home for a long time, and more longing and longing for family happiness.
This inseparable affection, no matter how time changes, will always flow silently and far away with the long years.