#让爱回家 #
The year is approaching, due to the local spread of the epidemic in some cities and regions in China, the topic of "going home for the New Year" has become extremely heavy.
Especially for those wanderers who have been wandering for many years, whether they can successfully go home for the New Year is more like a big stone in their hearts.
It was hard to look forward to the moment of family reunion, but because of the strict control of the epidemic, they could only respond to the government's call, give up the idea of going home, and choose to celebrate the New Year on the spot.
Recently, an old man in Henan has received calls from two sons, who said that they could not go home for the New Year because of the epidemic, and the mother forced herself to hold back tears and hang up the phone and cover her face and cry.
This mother's disappointment and sadness undoubtedly represents the voice of thousands of parents: the return of children home, the Spring Festival family reunion is the best spiritual comfort for every elderly person.
Since new cases were reported in the city where I live, I have been holding my phone with anxiety every day, praying that the epidemic will come to an abrupt end. Let these migrant workers who have gone abroad be able to go home without scruples and smiles to spend a peaceful Spring Festival.
On January 3rd, I grabbed a high-speed rail ticket back to my hometown online, and the mood at that moment was definitely more exciting than winning the 5 million jackpot.
I stared at the screen with both eyes, afraid of a slip-up, and prompted the ticket to fail. It wasn't until I saw the news of the successful purchase of the ticket that I was relieved.
The ticket home was finally there, and I wanted to tell my parents who were far away from home about the good news. When the second elder received my call, he was so happy that he was like a child, and they rushed to report to me what more things they had bought this year's New Year goods.
This year, Dad also specially entrusted people to make some rice dumplings that I had not seen for many years, just so that we could go home and taste the authentic taste of hometown.
Since my mother learned the news that our family was going to go home early, her body bones had also become hardened, and no matter where she went before, she was eager to let my father carry her in an electric tricycle.
However, in the past few days, she has changed her previous style, and she is willing to walk three or four kilometers of small roads to the street to catch the market, and she still carries a large bag of things, and the way she walks is windy and fiery, as if she has forgotten that she has many years of waist pain.
On January 7, the epidemic in Shenzhen suddenly struck, and after I saw the positive confirmed cases published online, my wonderful mood suddenly dropped to the freezing point. I picked up my phone several times and tried to tell my parents the truth that I might not be able to go home, but I didn't know how to open my mouth.
Until January 14th, I saw that the epidemic had spread to several other cities around Shenzhen, and after a fierce ideological struggle, I finally returned the ticket I had stolen so hard.
When my mother heard that we were sure not to go home, the voice that had been high before suddenly fell, and there was a long silence on the other end of the phone. Halfway through, she squeezed a few words out of her mouth: "If you really can't go home, I'll send you all these wax goods, where to eat well outside for the New Year..."
"If one carton can't fit, then two boxes," Dad added. Hearing the voices of the two old men muttering to themselves, my heart couldn't help but be mixed.
I was afraid to open the video, I was afraid to see the disappointed and sad eyes of my parents, and I had a cursory chat with them, I took advantage of the reason to be busy, and hung up the phone in a hurry. I had to let the second elder calm down the feeling of loss first, and then try to find a way to appease the two old children.
I used to think that going home was a normal and simple thing, but now it has become a luxury.
For three consecutive Spring Festivals, I made detailed and comprehensive plans, but in the end we were all blocked by the strictly controlled epidemic situation in a foreign land thousands of miles away.
The plan can never catch up with the changes, under the haze of the epidemic, the lives of ordinary people are full of too much heartache and helplessness.
Praying that there will be no new cases everywhere, even if you can catch up with the Chinese New Year's Eve return to your hometown, it is a great happiness.
As we get older, when we start a family, we are shouldering more and more heavy pressures in life, but we find that the New Year, which once made us ecstatic when we were young, seems to have lost its original magic.
Although the mouth is nagging that I don't want to celebrate the New Year, I still have great expectations for the New Year in my heart, and I still maintain a strong yearning for the Spring Festival, which may be the complex of traditional Chinese culture!
No matter how many difficulties and obstacles the road home is, it still can't stop our determination to go home.
Even today, when the means of transportation are so developed, we will still see the bodies curled up in a corner of the carriage, carrying large bags and small bags late at night, and enduring the figure of exhaustion at the station, they overcome many difficulties, just for a firm belief in their hearts: New Year's Day, I must go home.
A few days ago I read a small post on the Internet to discuss whether I can go home for the New Year this year, and there is a netizen below who left a message: "Shenzhen is not my home, I have to climb home." That simple and rustic message couldn't help but bring tears to my eyes.
For every Chinese, choosing to go home for the New Year is a habit that goes deep into the bones and is also an indestructible belief. No matter how far we go, we will not forget the birthplace of the foundation of life, and the home that gave birth to me and raised me is the real destination of life.
For every ordinary toiling public, the best sense of ritual in life is the Spring Festival. With the existence of this annual festival, we can discover the extraordinary meaning of life in a simple little day.
I especially like a sentence said by the fox in the book "The Little Prince": "The sense of ceremony is to make a certain day different from other days, to make a certain moment different from other times..." This sentence tells us: In every ordinary day, because of the emergence of a sense of ceremony, the life that originally seemed to be copied and pasted suddenly showed a different color.
Those who are not allowed to see each other on weekdays are also happy to see them on ordinary days. But if you get together during the Spring Festival, you have a special feeling.
People who are struggling outside have a feeling of loneliness in their hearts. Usually, it is full of busy work, but during the holidays, the work presses the pause button for a while. Reunited with family, exchange heartfelt words with relatives, there is nowhere to vent the emotions have an outlet.
The important sense of ceremony is a bowl of chicken soup that soothes the soul, which allows us to temporarily forget the unhappiness and sorrow of yesterday, experience the feeling of excitement, and thus regain the confidence and strength of life.
The significance of the Spring Festival to Chinese cannot be diminished after many years. Because on this day, "reunion" is the joy that thousands of families are looking forward to.
As a child, I just thought that the Spring Festival was a festival with good food and drink. It wasn't until I grew up that I realized what a blissful thing it was to be reunited. Family reunions, parents nagging, children laughing, reunion days, every moment is full of happiness.
The most beautiful is not the taste of hometown, the most true is not the hometown.
Home is the sustenance of the soul and the place where dreams set sail.
We have traveled countless roads in this life, and the most unforgettable thing is the way home.
This year, I gave up a lot of things I wanted to do, and I never wanted to give up when I went home.
May the epidemic disappear as soon as possible, so that the wishes of the wanderers from afar to return home can be fulfilled.