The wind comes and the flowers dance, and the spring is so that the birds can speak.
It's the middle of winter again, the Spring Festival, and everyone is looking forward to it.
Homesick people have been returning home one after another in these days, looking forward to reuniting with their families and enjoying the grandest reunion ceremony in Chinese. The end of the year, many words, to those who love.
On January 31, there was a heavy snowfall in my hometown, wrapped in silver, hidden in every corner of the city, and I saw the snowy scenery forwarded in the circle of friends, which was beautiful and beautiful by the snow. That kindness and touching, eager to immediately fall into it, enjoy the long-lost happiness.
But more than a thousand kilometers away, every spring festival I always have insufficient reasons to go back. All kinds of restraints cannot be made, only in the heart to relive the taste of childhood, the warmth of home.
Talking to the people around them about the regret of not being able to go back, the pain of the same disease makes the two people tell each other about the unforgettable memories of their childhood...
Leaving his hometown and wandering outside for more than twenty years, the appearance of his hometown has long been different, and many streets and characters have been found everywhere, but only occasionally appear in memories.
Ordinary days are busy with each other, and I don't feel homesick, the home of that childhood. But the feeling of missing each festival is very strong.
I didn't go home, but listened to the footsteps of returning home.
I know that this small home I preside over is also the place where children feel most at ease and warm. I can't get the deepest love from my parents, but I will give my child the most original love and accompany him to grow up. While lamenting the vigilance of the world, let the good and regret coexist, and only then will we cherish all that we already have.
Worried that I am too tired to prepare new year goods and clean the house, the children and lovers recommend that everything be simple and warm. But as a cooking woman, the New Year should be prepared to prepare, if you do not act according to the law, I always feel that this year is less of a festive atmosphere, the taste of home, the hope of love.
Maybe one day, the Spring Festival is here in me, but the difference between one peach blossom and another peach blossom, vague to no content, is the deepest sadness.
Putting away the buried thought of going home, all I could see was a snow falling, the warmth of the family's hearth, and the leisure of eating and drinking for myself, enjoying the leisurely rush of my parents to prepare everything for us.
The mood of being young is the vision that I miss most and can't go back to.
Northerners say that when it snows, you must ask your favorite people to go out for a walk, because if you are not careful, you will be whiteheaded together.
Chaos flickered, and dozens of cold and hot summers passed in the blink of an eye. It is too late to walk in the snow with the person you love, and the face of the middle-aged man has long been clearly portrayed in front of you.
Homesickness, homecoming, innocence, happiness, the joy of living so much, I still have to experience more. Don't wait until everything is far away and faded away.
Let those who have returned home quietly enjoy the intensity of love and the richness of the year, and greet the blessings of the New Year with the sound of firecrackers!
(Picture from the circle of friends East Lake Moshan Snow Scene)