The second day of the first lunar month every year is the traditional Chinese day of "returning to one's mother's home". On this day, the married daughters will bring their husbands and children back to their parents' homes to visit their parents and renew their family affection. On this special day, we can not only feel the strong family feelings, but also hear many warm and touching stories. Today, let's walk into these stories together and feel the temperature of that long-lost home.
In the midst of our busy city life, we may forget about the simple and pure happiness. In the early morning of the second day of the first lunar month, when the first rays of sunlight shined through the curtains and gently brushed my cheeks, I knew that it was another year to go back to my parents' home.
I remember when I was a child, my mother would always prepare all kinds of New Year's goods several days in advance and carefully select gifts, just for this special day. The father, on the other hand, would pace back and forth in front of the house, his eyes full of anticipation. At that time, I always didn't understand the depth of this emotion.
It wasn't until that year that I got married and started my own life. Time seems to pass by like a white horse, and in a blink of an eye, I also ushered in the second day of my first month.
It was a cold morning, and I was on my way home with my husband and children. Pedestrians on the road were in a hurry, and everyone's face was written with a longing for home. In our car, old songs were playing, and those familiar melodies brought back countless memories for me.
When I got home, my parents had been waiting at the door for a long time. When I saw us, my mother's eyes glistened with tears, and my father smiled from ear to ear. At that moment, I finally understood that this was not just a simple homecoming, it was an annual family reunion, and it was the endless concern of parents for their children.
Lunch is a hearty home-cooked meal, and each dish contains a mother's heart. We sat around, chatting and laughing, sharing the bits and pieces of the past year. Children are playing on the sidelines, and the house is full of laughter.
After the meal, my father brought out his treasured old photos, which were from my childhood, and each one had a story behind it. Our family spent a warm afternoon in memories.
As the sun set, we reluctantly bid farewell to our parents. The car slowly drove away, and I looked back to see my parents still standing in the doorway, watching us leave. At that moment, my heart was deeply touched, and tears rolled in my eyes.
On this special day, I would like to share a little story. There is a friend whose parents are no longer alive, but she still insists on returning to her hometown on the second day of the first lunar month, and she will sit quietly in front of her parents' graves with flowers and delicacies, accompany them, and tell them that everything is okay at home. This filial piety is moving.
Returning to my parents' home on the second day of the first lunar month is not only a memory of the past, but also an expectation for the future. On this day of love, let us cherish every moment with our families, because these moments are precious treasures that cannot be measured by money.
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