There is no home without a country, and there is no country without a home. Whenever you see bright lights in the distance, in addition to yearning for the prosperity of the city, have you ever lamented the harmony and happiness of thousands of lights? Whenever you taste the delicious food cooked by your parents, in addition to your gratitude to your parents, have you ever thought of the old saying that a country is strong and its people are prosperous? When you feel that life is difficult and difficult, in addition to cursing the injustice of fate, when facing the rising sun, thank you for giving you a new opportunity today, just like yesterday. I am a girl, and even in the face of the lingering thought of male superiority and female inferiority, I still feel unfair, but the warmth of my family is unforgettable.
I vaguely remember that my father, who still had a handsome face, my mother whose hands were not very rough, and a naughty younger brother, were a family of four crowded into a bungalow without the refrigerator and air conditioner of today. , there is no meat, wine, fish and noodles on the table, and the last thing I don’t have is the neat and beautiful clothes on my body. However, the laughter and laughter of those years are still echoing in my mind, "Carpenter's Brush", "Flour Dumpling", I like the small box of sunglasses, I don’t know what they will think of when they hear these nicknames. But I thought of the most common word, love.
It was so long ago that I can’t remember clearly. I just remember that the street is still the same street, but there are more people and the buildings are taller. I just remember that my relatives have always liked to wave to me from across the road, but now I can’t jump across the road. I just remember that I have never carefully appreciated the "feng shui" at the door of my house, but those modern elements have passed through my life like a fleeting glance. My parents are old and my younger brother is an adult, but what remains unchanged is the strong nostalgia. What remains unchanged are the fruits and vegetables that lie on the table waiting for me every time I come home from a long trip, the neighbors and relatives who greet me, and the several older children who circle around me. What remains unchanged is that there are always few people paying attention to the stall in front of the house for a few days, the unmoving face of the annoying old man wearing a red armband, and some "quarrels" caused by the noise of the children. These are part of our small town life. Without them, life would be too monotonous and boring. For some reason, I always feel that there is a pair of invisible hands that have been maintaining the tranquility of the town.
When talking about parents, there is always endless things to say, as if every word is related to their sweat. I remember my father once said sarcastically: When I was eighteen years old, I came to the place where our house is now by myself, built a house, and raised two pigs. Now when it comes to this matter, I am more arrogant than him. Watching the family house become taller and bigger makes everyone in the city envious. Dad doesn’t have to run around and sit at home waiting for business to come to him. And only during the Chinese New Year can outsiders taste my mother’s pastries. My brother's sunglasses finally hung on his face and stopped falling down. Apart from saying, "So happy", everything else is superfluous. Decades of family changes, decades of hard work, decades of laughter, for me, that is a habit I have long been accustomed to. However, the past is like the wind, and the days when I left home to study will inevitably lead to homesickness and tears, especially when no one is around. The sentence "Everything is prosperous at home, and peace is blessing." is enough to accompany me through my heartache, and will always be with me. Being surrounded by family members is warm and considerate. This is my warm home, the place where I was born and raised.
When it comes to my current life, it is called ease. In the days of college, tranquility hides competition, joy mixes bitterness, and ordinaryness breeds hope. In this independent society, everyone has his or her own choices, some I like, some I don't like, and some I don't understand. I don’t know if there will be any new and lively things in the memories of the classmates around me, but we will definitely never forget the past. I still remember when I left my hometown alone and walked here with the passion of youth. I can’t forget the intoxication I felt when I sat in class for the first time. I can’t forget the embarrassment I felt when I performed on stage for the first time. I can’t forget the southern accent and northern accent in the dormitory. , I can’t forget the tears I shed when I was alone and homesick late at night. There are many unforgettable things that form my love and nostalgia for this "home". All the joys, anger, sorrows and joys slide through my mind bit by bit, and everything contains my thousands of thoughts. Maybe I am used to this small world, or maybe I like the people here. In short, I am grateful to my alma mater, especially the people here.