I want to go home

I've been annoyed recently, and I don't know what's bothering me.

I have always felt that I am a filial daughter. Since the day I got my diploma, I have stopped asking my parents for money, so that I am no longer their burden. When I go to work to earn money, I start to save money, and then I often give my parents some money to supplement my family. Call home very often, ask about the situation at home, and mediate the contradictions at home; Buy some clothes and common medicines for your family and send them home; Even after marriage, I always think that my home is still in Shijiazhuang.

I really feel that I have paid a lot for my family. I am very sensible and my parents should be proud of me.

But recently, every time I call, my parents are asking about my son. I know, they miss their little grandson. I finally realized that what my parents need is not material things. They want us to stay with them and chat and have tea with them. I can't even make such a small request. What a failed daughter I am!

yes, I haven't been home for half a year! Going home once a year, my parents miss us very much.

three years ago, in the face of love and affection, I chose love without hesitation. I also feel great, a woman who can give everything for love.

Now, I finally paid the price for my choice. I miss my family, my parents, my relatives and my friends ...

However, I can only think that although the holidays are frequent, they are too short. Even if I haven't stayed home enough, I have to embark on the journey of returning, which makes me and my family fall into the pain of separation ...

I have repeatedly asked myself recently, if I am given a chance to choose again.

It's not that my husband is not good enough for me. It's just that my parents are getting older and worried about them.

I really want to go home! ..... to worship my parents' portraits at home.

If time is like water, it will come quietly and without trace, and it will be a long time. No matter whether I go abroad or at home, I always keep my parents in my heart, thank them, and cherish them ...

—— Inscription

It has been more than 3 years since I left my hometown in the north. First, I joined the army, transferred to local government agencies, and went to sea to do business. Every time I think of it, I have never forgotten my thoughts about my distant hometown and my parents. In this starry night sky, the moon hangs in the sky alone, thinking about two parents who have passed away, and crying ...

There is no deeper love in this world than the love of parents. Flowers, plants, trees, birds, animals, fish and insects still have love, not to mention our biological parents, who nurtured us and nurtured us to grow up. No matter how prosperous and dazzling the world is, children are always the most precious in their eyes and will always be in their hearts.

My sister posted a photo of her parents on the Internet during the Spring Festival this year. Seeing this familiar old photo, my parents' vicissitudes of life were marked by years. At that time, their black hair was engraved with the baptism of wind, frost, rain and snow. Many past events, scene after scene, have aroused the memory of parents. Childhood memories are often pure and sweet. I think, most boys have a dream at the beginning of ignorance, and have said such things ... holding their parents' arms, smiling straight to their eyes, and seriously saying, "Mom and Dad, when I grow up, I want to make more money, honor you well and make my parents happy." When parents always smile and answer, "Silly boy, when your wings are hard, we will be old. As long as you can all live a good life, we will be satisfied ..." There are thousands of parents in this world, and there is thousands of love for them. They silently care for their children's growth with their most tenacious but fragile hearts ...

Every time I think about this, I always feel sad, because I left home at the age of eighteen, and there is no more servo around. The military service of the military, the ends of the earth, at home and abroad, has grown day by day in the years of riding horses. There is no more companionship when parents are alive, and there is no more filial piety when parents leave. At that time that year, I deeply felt that there were no more promises made when I was young. Once immature and serious, it has been lost in the cracks of time, and it can't be found ...

Now I am in the south of China, and I can't personally go to the grave of Er Lao for business reasons. Only let my sister send a photo of my parents, reprint it and present it at home. Every time I come here, I can see the kind face of my parents. Every time I come here, it seems that I can hear my parents' love and exhortation in every way. Every time I see my parents' photos, I feel a warm trickle in my heart, which brings sweet moisture to my heart; Parents' photos are like a ray of soft sunshine, which makes home-this quiet harbor, add the most beautiful human affection in the world.

Affection is invisible, and no one can tell clearly what he looks like; Affection is free, and no one will make you pay money for it; Affection is priceless, and nothing in the world can match her price; Affection is selfless, and nothing in the world can sacrifice herself more than her; Affection is endless, and people realize her existence all the time in their lives, so that I, a wanderer in a foreign land, can get the shelter of love. Long life, no matter how far you go. To the ends of the earth, I will definitely put my parents above my heart. This feeling, this love, this treasure, will never be forgotten.

at night, if you wander along the tree-lined path by the river, it is very quiet all around. Looking up at the inky sky, the breeze dried the tears in my eyes. The reflection of the building lights in the distance on the water is brightly reflected in my moist eyes. In an instant, all the amazing things are submerged in the sparkling. At this time, although the fireworks of Chaoshan people paying homage to their ancestors by the river are thin and cool, there is always the warmth of family, which makes me unable to calm down for a long time ...

My sister's cross-stitch

Friday is another day that I like and hate. I like to go home on Friday to taste my mother's delicious food and fall in love with the long-lost big bed. What I hate is the people on the bus that I took home, which was originally put between five and six in the afternoon when there were few people. "There are too many people on the bus, still at the station, please pick me up ..." Waiting for my father to pick me up, in fact, every time there are too many people, I will let my father pick me up. This time is no exception. After about twenty minutes, my father came on his motorcycle and sat in the car, enjoying the superiority of waiting for the bus without wasting his strength. Another is the feeling of being blown by the wind. The car is getting slower and getting home. I accidentally asked him last week. I said I would come back when she came back, because it would be Monday when she came back, and I left on Sunday afternoon, but my father said, "Your sister came back this time, but she will come back less in the future. After coming back this time, your sister went to Baoji, and it is estimated that she rarely came back after leaving." After listening to this, my eyes immediately became moist ... < P > Since I was born, in my inner world, my sister, she. Home is a harbor of love. Do you think I can understand a newborn baby? In my childhood memory, there was an angel-shouldered devil's eldest sister. I was the third child and the youngest in my family. Those things when I was still ignorant were told by my mother later. I remember that I was used as a toy by my eldest sister when I was one or two years old, either to put me in bed or to put me on my head as a plane. At that time, I kept crying. If you look at my chubby face now, it's not long arms, but she tore it when I was a child, which is why I love to drool at night. When I was eight years old, I didn't know if it was genetic variation or I was born. I cried when I was touched by others. I wanted to go out to play that day, but my sister stopped me and said, "You are bullied so you can't go." I insisted on going out, and she slapped me. However, the palm print on my face has dissipated, and my previous impression has been blurred. I have forgotten how good it is. My favorite thing is to lie on my sister's arm, because I like to snuggle up to my sister all the time. My biggest dream when I was a child was to hope that my sister could stay with me forever, but when I grew up, I realized that this was completely impossible, and she rarely had a chance to go home after work. In 25, she called one night and said, The group she just bought when she came out at night was blown away by the wind. Now the wind outside is too strong, and she has been holding the telephone pole next to her to call home. "When I heard this sentence, I saw that my parents' faces were not good-looking." It seems that I was caught in a typhoon, "my father said, and then my mother called her to be more careful. At that time, I didn't understand these words. How much can you say that I am seven years old? After several years, I grew up. I don't know why the once snuggling mood has long faded. I don't know if I grew up, or I already think it's impossible. What the old people said, the water spilled by the married daughter, no matter how beautiful and capable the daughter is, will eventually be cheaper to others. I remember that when I was a child, I was lulled to sleep when I was sleeping, and I didn't forget to take me with me every time I went out. What I like most is the sentence "Smelly egg, elder sister, come back soon!" I remember my sister loves to tear my face. Later, I asked her why she tore my face. She said that my face was comfortable to hold, but this has all passed. Maybe, I will never come back.

When I think of that cross stitch, it was the financial storm that caused many people to stay at home, so she bought a pair of cross stitch and said that when it was finished, it would be hung in the middle of the hall at home, but I still haven't found the complete cross stitch hanging in my hall, which has always been an indelible injury in my heart.