The place where I have lived for more than twenty years, the place I have called home for more than twenty years, is now not my home, just my mother's home, where I was the rightful owner before I got married and where I have become a guest again now. go back, have become a guest. But now I've become a guest when I go back. Whenever I go back, the neighbors say to my mother, "You have a guest in your house?" How did I become a guest? I was born and raised here. Every time I hear such words, I will somehow feel a bit sour ......
If I count up, from going out to study to settle down in a foreign country, it has been 15 years since I left home. Now I've made the city where I work and live my life my home, and the place where I was born and raised, where my childhood laughter and tears were carried, where I grew up from a croaking baby to a flamboyant young man, can only be called my hometown, my mother's home.
These years also went back many times, but each time like a guest, come and go in a hurry, is how long did not quietly take a good look at her, think of some inexplicable heartache ......
From a young age in her arms grew up, from breaking free of her arms to go out to see the world, will be headlong into the outside world, until marriage! The moment I decided that I would not return to her embrace, I would be more and more alienated from her, gradually moving away from her, she will not be lost? Will she lose her heart? These years I come and go in a hurry, she will not feel that I have left her alone?
This year, it was hard to have a few days of family vacation, I decided to take my lover and children back to stay a few days. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on the way to the next level, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on the way to the next level. I couldn't help but take a deep breath, the air was full of familiar flavors, familiar streets, familiar voices, familiar hometown fathers and mothers. Immersed in that familiar sunny air, I seemed to be back in my childhood, lying in her embrace, greedily enjoying her loving kindness. Her kind gaze swept over every inch of my skin, as if the spring breeze on the face ......
Took a taxi, all the way to the north, while walking around, the memory of the hometown changed shape, the original countryside bumpy dirt road in the village through the policy has long been replaced by a flat cement road, unchanged is the straight poplar trees on both sides of the road, lush and green, the The same is true for the straight poplar trees on both sides of the road, which are lush and green and growing vigorously. Green wheat seedlings spread all over the field, a glance can not be seen, like a thick carpet. The willow by the river in the breeze under the curling, like a shy girl. Qingling river water flowing, far from seeing, an old man sitting in the shade of the river fishing, next to the radio playing soothing music, perhaps the old man does not mean fish, care about this happy and contented. Looking at his leisurely back, I could not help but raise the corners of my mouth, really a warm and beautiful picture!
In less than half an hour, we arrived at the village where I used to live for nearly twenty years. The first thing you need to do is to get out of the car and see your mother standing in the doorway with a smile on her face, as if she has been waiting for a long time. 8-year-old son excitedly jumped out of the car, "Grandma - Grandma -" shouted cheerfully and jumped to the mother's embrace. The mother smiled and wrinkles are stretching open, a little guy in his arms, looking left and right, smiling from ear to ear. My father heard the sound and rushed out to meet us. I took a big bag of luggage followed by my mother and father into the house, I saw a leafy apricot tree, fruitful, the sunny fruit has been slightly red, like a crazy child mischievous blinking in the sunshine. Not a moment's work, my mother made my childhood favorite ground pot chicken, fried buns and meat on fire, my heart can not help but gush out a stream of warmth ......
During the period of the home, every day by the chirping birds to wake up, after breakfast, followed by my mother to go to the village's cultural square to see the dancing, children giggling and playing Scooters, the large square from time to time to hear a burst of laughter. The most favorite is still in the evening of the sunset, accompanied by a cool breeze, and father and mother, Mr. children walk together in the familiar and unfamiliar road across the field, chatting about the past is gradually disappeared, in front of the eyes of the emergence of the past scene, the feeling is endless.
Half a month's time passes in a flash, I began to pack my bags, the heart of a million reluctant ......
Every time I come back to the time of joy, and leave there is always a faint sadness, she is as fine as a wandering silk, in all the cells of my body wandering... ...
Looking at this familiar grass and trees, a room and a tile, thinking that I can no longer play in her embrace as once upon a time as reckless, no longer able to climb up and down without fear. Thinking of the past I am the master of this place, and now come back, I have become a guest here, infinite sadness in the heart of the spread of ......
I finally have to leave, or to return to my work and life in that city, back to my current home. The time is running out, the hometown years more and more see longer, I do not know whether she will be so old that she can not remember Chu have me such a wandering wanderer, I do not know I come back to her still recognize do not recognize me? Can you still open your arms to greet me like before?