Recently busy cleaning up the house, every day two people tired and half dead, a lot of things, upstairs and downstairs, sometimes tired to sleep. But no matter how beautiful in my heart, I am no longer a kite with a broken line, fluttering and homeless. Simple life, busy day has a home to go back to, there are people waiting at home, there is a hot meal to eat. The wind and snow return to the people at night, reflecting the road that comes. No one doesn't yearn for the light in front of their house.
Maybe it is really old, but think about how old a person is, how much wealth they earn, how much fame and fortune they sit on, and their home that will not change in the end. Because people who have a home to go back to, like a sailboat has an anchor. And the homeless person, like a kite breaking its line, in an empty house, no one will worry about his return date.
Back at home, someone is waiting for you, this is perhaps the deepest attachment in life, do you remember those two sentences in Li Zongsheng's song? After crossing the hill, I found that no one was waiting. Such a simple singing lyric, plain but thick, but wrote countless men who have no place to live, in the bustling streets, and then brilliant life, there is no home, no relatives, no worldly attachment. It wasn't until I walked many roads and met many people that I found that no matter how big the world is, after all, it is not as big as someone waiting for you to go home. What a tragic and desolate thing that was.
In our lifetime, there must always be such a person, always reminding you that no matter how tired and bitter you are outside, no matter how late you have a home to go back to, there is a lamp for you. A home, two people to support, three people to spend together, cold and warm seasons, ordinary days, slow taste of human fireworks, idle worldly years. Two people can read each other with just one look. With just one turn, you can warmly embrace each other.
There is a home, there is a person, and you can still eat a warm meal, how happy it is, how warm it is, and what we are talking about is not this plain red dust worldly taste. After work, hurry home, in order to be the meal at home! Such a pleasant and harmonious scene, coupled with the aromatic meals, makes the winter night also warm, perhaps ordinary, but reassuring.
I don't know if anyone has seen the movie "Floating Clouds", the couple in it, plain and simple living a life of love, the latter two because of the change, relying on pawns to live a life, even so, they have not lost the confidence in life. The touching plot scenes in the movie, the husband goes out to find nothing, back home can always eat the delicious food made by the wife, the days are bitter, they do not neglect life, the husband is out no matter what, always come home with a bouquet of roses. Life is difficult, there is no lack of romance in life, and there is no neglect of each other's hearts. The wife's delicious meal melted into the feelings, and the husband's fragrant roses were full of affection, simple little days, real little warmth.
Think about yourself, drift outside, stop here, because there is a home here, there are people, there is a mouthful, the rest of your life is not greedy, only hope that the family sits idly, the lights are amiable. Happiness is so simple, the rest of life is not long, cherish it is enough!