#我来唠家常#
When the parents are alive, they feel that there is a line of affection in the hands of the parents, and no matter how high and far the children and grandchildren fly, as long as the parents call, they will fly back in a hurry with the family.
Home, a place where strong family affection is condensed, has a kind of infinite magic. Parents are here, no matter how floating the heart is, there is also belonging and warmth.
Every year during the Spring Festival, parents always prepare the New Year's goods early, save the best, and look forward to the children and grandchildren returning home for the New Year.
The annual reunion is the happiest time for parents, and the most relaxed time for our children and grandchildren.
Ten years ago, my mother left us, the home was broken, it was heart-wrenching, and the kindness of my mother was only in endless memories, only in our dreams.
There is no more mother, and my heart is crying and bleeding.
After my mother left, we still snuggled up to my father, and we still reunited every year, enjoying our father's love, enjoying family affection, and missing our mother.
Three years ago, my father was gone, our home was empty, and our hearts were empty.
In the past three years, at the initiative of the eldest brother, our brothers and I have been reunited every year.
But things are not people, and without parents, there is no way to go back to the past.
It's hard to even get people together. Children are no longer around them, chattering about New Year's greetings, and asking for red envelopes for children. They either went to their in-laws' house, or their father-in-law's house, or they went on a trip.
In a regimental year, only three of us brothers, three wives, and six retired old people remained.
Sigh the rush of time, sigh the taste of the year fades, and sigh the reunion that can never go back.
When the parents are gone, the big family is scattered, and they can no longer proudly sing "We have a home".
Some of them have their own small families.
The eldest brother is the eldest brother's home, the second brother is the second brother's home, and I am my home. It's no longer possible to be as you please, it's no longer possible to be intimate. Everyone is cautious in respecting each other, and they can't hide the diaphragm in respecting each other, and they are tacit.
The society is impetuous, people's hearts are not pure, and family affection is not pure.
I miss the simple, strong family affection when my parents were there.