There is a road that you may only walk once a year, but it is very familiar. Maybe it's no more bustling than the city, but it's never lonely. It carries your thoughts and the expectations of your family, and it is an ordinary road in the eyes of everyone. When the Spring Festival comes, the tip of the Chinese children's toes and hearts are always in one direction - home!
"Alone in a foreign land for strangers, every festive season to think of relatives." No matter where they are, everyone has a home in their hearts. No matter how far you go, every wanderer has a dream of returning home. There are countless beautiful scenery in the world, but the most beautiful scenery is the way home. No matter how far away and how difficult it is, you must rush back on that day.
No matter what kind of suffering a person suffers or suffers from outside, what kind of tiredness he has in his heart is to "go home." That distant home, perhaps deep in the mountains, the road to the door of the home is bumpy, perhaps, in a corner of the city, looking at the prosperity of the city from a distance; perhaps, that home in An ordinary small village in China that can no longer be ordinary, the village entrance, is an old tree that watches you grow and send you away. For the end of that road is the place where you are tired and accept your sorrows, the place that gives you warmth and soothes your heart.
When I was young, I always longed for the distant scenery, always thinking that I could leave home one day, and the farther away I was, the better, as if this only meant self-independence. But one day he left home, left his parents, and then began to miss the warmth and warmth of home. In other people's cities, I always feel that I am a rootless person, and every time I think of my hometown, I become a unique memory. When on the speeding train, think of the moment you meet your parents, the scenery outside the window is even if it is a yellow, and it is the most beautiful scenery in the eyes.
Home is warm, the way home is long, and the way home is full of expectations. No matter how much gas you receive outside, how many tears you swallow, how many batches you receive, as long as you think of home, whether it is the special food of other places or star hotels, you can't resist the thought of the flavor of your hometown. Mother's cooking skills are the eternal memory of children, tired birds think of homecoming, wandering wanderers have packed their bags, run to their hometown, run to their parents!
Look up at the bright moon and look down at your hometown. In the heart of every wanderer, the hometown is an eternal refuge, dead vines, old trees, small bridges, and flowing water are all scenes that are intoxicating and yearning, and no matter how long the journey will bring people home!
Have money and no money, go home for the New Year. In the past, I always looked forward to the New Year, with new clothes to wear, money to press, fun, and good food. Now, we also have a little white hair on our heads, at this moment, we want to see our parents who worry about us every day at home, their waists are bent like a bow, their silver hair is like a needle, sometimes they really dare not look directly, the pain in their hearts, others can't understand!
Kids, get in the mood and go home! This is the best gift for parents, and it is also the bottom of their smiles! Invisible threads are the web of blood woven by family members with emotions!
No matter where you fly, how high and tired you are, there will always be someone waiting for you and leaving a lamp for you; whether you miss home or not, whether you have neglected home, they will always miss you day and night, as long as you come back, no matter when, it is a festival! What is home? It is the warmest concern of the old woman, and it is the child's desire to wear!
No matter how beautiful the scenery outside, it can't beat the way home. Always remember the way home, no matter how far you go, you are not a rootless duckweed. Home is everyone's final soul destination. Go home, bring love and anticipation, and embark on the most beautiful road, all the way to warmth.
It's almost the Spring Festival, happy home, and I wish you all the best! Thousands of mountains and rivers, the way home is the most beautiful!
One Point Maple Leaf Anthology