On August 30th, I left home with my luggage for the first time. I didn't feel much before. I am glad that I can finally live a quiet life away from my parents' nagging and the noise of my brothers and sisters. However, this is not the case. After living on campus for a few days, the daily routine is like a war, and the old rules of life are disrupted. There are many inconveniences in sharing a dormitory. But more importantly, life is boring without parents' nagging and siblings' cheerful shouts every day. Only then did I really feel how important it was for me to get home. Although I didn't show homesickness in front of my classmates, I couldn't fool myself with my inner thoughts. Although everyone in the dormitory gets along very harmoniously and happily, the childish coquetry of siblings is irreplaceable; Although there is teacher's teaching and comfort every day, parents' nagging is a kind of beauty that natural voice can't replace. At this time, I really realized the inner pain and inferiority of those children whose families broke up until a few days ago. Compared with them, I have a happy home, and now I really appreciate its warmth.
It's easy to make it to the weekend. When the car stopped at the door, I really wanted to shout: I'm back!
I can't imagine what I would do if I stood in front of my house: I would shout excitedly. Will you cry with excitement? Just between these two vague eyes, I saw my mother: she was cooking and looked up and found me, with only a faint sentence, "You are back." But I saw excitement in her eyes. Unexpectedly, I answered "yes" surprisingly calmly. This is the first sentence I said when I went home with my relatives. Everything is so normal and calm. "Sister, you are back!" My brother and sister came at me screaming. Although I was greeted with a smile, tears rolled around my eyes reluctantly, and I could only swallow them secretly. After that, eat and talk. I can't show infinite homesickness in front of my parents, because parents don't want to see their daughter's weak side. I have always been the strongest child in my family. However, people are human after all, and their inner feelings will unconsciously follow your words and deeds. During the conversation, I realized the thoughts and expectations in their words. At noon the next day, my mother seemed to inadvertently add food. I deeply felt my mother's deep and selfless love hidden in her words and deeds, and realized that my original naivety had gone too far.
The one-and-a-half-day holiday is very short, and I just want to cry when I say goodbye to my family. I wonder if the mother who waved away would cry. But I know that home is destined to be the destination of my life.
Home is the source of my life.
Foreword:
Light a lamp in this dark room,
Because night is coming.
Fill the room with soft light,
Welcome me into its broad arms.
There are waves of rice fragrance in the kitchen.
And that sweet song.
The fire reflected on mother's face,
Looking back is like a bright light.
Let me embrace these lights,
Like embracing my world,
Dazzling as it is,
Only home can soothe my soul.
This is a song that makes people feel warm after listening, really, very warm, warm. In fact, if it is really warm there, I think it comes from this family name!
First of all, let's close our eyes and sketch a space, a place we are all too familiar with. I don't know what space you are thinking about, but it really occurred to me for the first time that my house was surrounded by that shallow pale yellow wall. The light is getting darker and darker with time, but the warm candlelight in my heart still shines brightly throughout the room. There are only three people in this big house-father, mother and me. To tell you the truth, I don't think it's less at all.
Only those beautiful things that are deeply imprinted under the cerebral cortex, with the veins of petals, will proudly lead us into those beautiful memories, as if we will never meet winter again. I know that some things can be remembered clearly without memory, because they have been deeply branded in my cerebral cortex. For example, as soon as I walk into the kitchen, I will think of my hand that was badly burned to make juice for my father; As soon as I walk into the study, I will think of my mother's outrageous groans when she fell off the chair to get me a book. I knew it was painful, but she didn't say it. As soon as I walk into my bedroom, I will think of my parents patiently buying it step by step and choosing it at a glance in order to make it more beautiful.
I know my life is beautiful, because I have my home. Perhaps the beautiful home in some people's minds is the kind that can no longer be prosperous, bright and big. I don't know how to convince this. I was thinking, home is a warm and clean word. What should be used to describe it? Actually, we were all wrong. That's just the general idea of us who are not sophisticated. Home, itself does not need to be described by anything, what really brings us is the inner belonging! Here, we don't need to do something we all hate for our own desires and concerns. No, I think it's just annoying! We can be ourselves at will. Maybe the truth is not as pleasing as we pretend, but at least I am happy. Home is simple and small, but it can still bring us happiness.
When I got up in the morning, I saw a big box of milk, a big bag of toast and a big jar of jam on the table. I feel not only hungry, but also warm. Three chairs, three sets of tableware, three people, one feeling. I think when we leave teeth marks on toast, we are also depicting happiness! Looking up, Zhang's family portrait was hung on the wall. My father's strong and warm big hands hug my mother and me. The smiles of the three people are particularly dazzling against the green background. I suddenly remembered a story. The fish said to the water, "My tears fell into the water and you couldn't see them." Water said, "Yes, but I can feel it." In the photo, no one said anything to anyone, but we can feel happiness and warmth.
Postscript:
Legend has it that every cell of the Ferris wheel is full of happiness;
Legend has it that people who look at the Ferris wheel are actually looking at happiness;
Legend has it that sitting on the Ferris wheel is happiness.
I know that I have been sitting on this ferris wheel at the moment, because I have been very happy.