The world is fine. We are together

Some words stay in the bottom of my heart, which will rust after a long time; Some people will wet their hearts even if they are not around. On January 29th, 2012, during the traditional Spring Festival, it was the first time that I was not with my parents, not running around in the kitchen mixed with vegetable flavor and lampblack. I was in another home this day, talking to other people who were not kind and doing unfamiliar things, there was white snow outside that day, and there was no fire braving the flame in the room. The heart of the day was a mint, with slight coolness. It has been 24 years, from sticking to parents everyday in childhood to leaving gradually when growing up, every Spring Festival is in front of parents, which has become a habit for so many years. In fact, I should know that many things are changing with the growth of age, including many things that have long been used. As early as one month before the Spring Festival, the question of who’s home to celebrate the Spring Festival has been put on the important topic of daily discussion. Although I have admitted some facts in my heart, there are still some uncomfortable things. Mom said on the phone early that she wanted us to go back to Spring Festival together. She said: You have been at home for more than 20 years. If you suddenly don’t come, your father and I will be very sad. Just all I still them grief, New Year’s Day have been afraid to call, is afraid to hear mother’s voice, until night 6-point before the knowledge of phone call, I thought Mom was preparing dinner, because we ate at 8 o’clock in previous years. After the phone call, I realized that they had already had a meal. Mom said: This Year’s meal is made early, so eat early to go to the graves for grandparents. When I was talking, I heard the sound of crying. I knew their thoughts that they were distracting and caring about someone. Looking at the white eyes, Ruixue was a sign of harvest, but the ice and snow and some changes cut off how many people went home, who missed in front of the full table of delicacies, who remembered that pair of expecting eyes. I lived a totally different spring festival in a strange place, both happiness and loss. People here treated me well. They were careful and polite, which made me not bear to write sadness on my face. I calculated every minute for three days. On the third day of junior high school, I woke up earlier than any other day. With joy, expectation and eagerness, I walked on my way home. When the car passed Zhongnan Mountain Tunnel, approached Xiaohe toll station step by step, and got off the highway, I seemed to smell the flavor of my mother’s cooking. When the bus arrived at Tangxing, Dad had been waiting there. After more than twenty minutes, he ate the meal cooked by his mother. I still remembered that he ate a lot that day. He said with a little dissatisfaction: it seems that I haven’t given you a meal these days. At home, there is no internet, except eating, entertaining new year guests, warming the fire, chatting with my mother, the parents of the East and the West are short, sometimes speaking of wet eyes, simple but happy. But my mother’s expression told me that they were unhappy this Spring Festival, half of which was because I was not at home, and the other half was because of my sister. For me, they understood more. Although they were reluctant to give up, they hoped that their parents over there would be happy. For my younger sister, they were worried endlessly, and the illness seemed to be cured, but it is not ideal. At night, the flickering fire shone on my parents’ faces, and I saw the silent pain. In this stable world, I just want to accompany my lover and my lover. We are always together and everything is fine. Let nature take its course since 2012. I was standing in a new dawn when I didn’t have time to think about something. I didn’t want to talk, change or walk far this year. In front of the time, I have no reason to escape anything. I don’t have to remember many things in my heart. Many people don’t have to talk about them frequently. They don’t have to live under the oil, salt and vinegar of daily necessities, but they don’t have to be clear. It seemed that from the very beginning, there were not many ideals, courage or courage. I didn’t know whether it was a coward compromise or a lack of firm belief. For many years, my heart is still at a certain stage, like a lonely person standing at the intersection, unwilling to move forward and unwilling to turn around, with his heart surging and indifferent expression. I stayed at home, my mother treated me like a guest, and my father spoke gently. My heart was quiet and warm, just a little less casual in the past. The Red Lantern still lights up the yard and our shallow steps at every night. Firecrackers will spread to our ears from different villages from time to time, and the beautiful sentences on the couplet will come into our eyes, children are running back and forth in beautiful clothes, and they can’t say much. Many scenes can’t be described clearly. That’s it. I am here, sending blessings and missing in the form of words with sincerity of one heart. Maybe at some moment, I will be felt by some people, that’s good.

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