The meaning of home

家

家

jiā

(Knowing. Oracle bone glyph, above is " "宀" (mián) means related to the family, and the following is "豕", which is pig. In ancient times, productivity was low, and people mostly raised pigs in the house, so the presence of pigs in the house became a symbol of people's homes. Original meaning: inside the house, residence )

家

jia

1.a family; a household

2.a home

3 .(as "suffix") designing specialty of a person

1--What is home? Sociologists say it is the smallest cell of society; marriage experts say that home is the world of two people who depend on each other through thick and thin; Literary writers say that there are a group of pigs raised under the treasure cover. What exactly is home? Many people think this is a question not worth thinking about. So first let us listen to a story.

There was a rich man who was drunk outside his villa. His security guard helped him up and said: "Sir, let me help you go home!" The rich man asked the security guard: "Home?! Where is my home? Where? Can you help me get home?". The security guard was puzzled. He pointed to the villa not far away and said, "Isn't that your home?" The rich man pointed to his heart, and then pointed to the luxurious villa not far away, speaking seriously and intermittently. He replied: "Well, that's not my home, that's just my house."

From the above story, it is not difficult to see that home is not a simple concept, but a question worth pondering for each of us. Home is not a house, not a color TV, not a refrigerator, not a space filled with materials. Material abundance can certainly give us some sensory pleasure. But that was fleeting. Just imagine, in that space, if it is full of violence and cold war, if the people share the same bed and have different dreams, and they seem to be inseparable, home will not be their home. And the war car that became a battle was nothing more than a tragic ornament in this modern battlefield. No wonder some rich people laugh at themselves: "I am so poor that all I have left is money!"

Since home is not a space where wealth is piled up. So what exactly is home? Where is home? The second story will give us a better hint.

This is a tear-jerking story that happened in South Africa. During the racially divided civil war in South Africa, many families suffered from the war and were torn apart, their houses were destroyed, and their people were massacred. There was a large family that originally had dozens of people, and in the end only an old grandmother and a small child were left. Granddaughter, this old grandmother is old and terminally ill, so she will wait until she reports to heaven. It’s boring to live any longer. But when she learned that her little granddaughter was still alive, the old grandmother was determined to find her little granddaughter, otherwise she would not be able to sleep or eat well. In order to find her little granddaughter, she went through a lot of hardships. After tossing and turning for tens of thousands of miles and searching all over the African continent, at the last moment, she finally found her little granddaughter. She hugged her little granddaughter excitedly and tightly. At this time, the old grandmother said something meaningful: " We’re home!” The old grandmother was not short of money or property. In her heart, she needs relatives who love her. We need that special true feeling. Two people who care about each other are home! Home here is elevated to a belief, a religion, and a spiritual force that supports the elderly to live. In summary, it is said that a family is an aggregation of love. If you look at all the families in the world, they all gather for love and disperse without love.

Looking for one's own home is, in a sense, the destiny of human beings. And everyone, in essence, is a homeless wanderer. Compared with the wandering people, we just have an extra material shell. We often call this place "home," but it's not always a place where we feel at peace.

Where is our home? In essence, home is a category that is constantly updated, which corresponds to a Zen saying: "Buddha is in the heart." So why not? Home is a harbor of emotions, home is the habitat of the soul, and home is a spiritual paradise. Home is all the emotions you and your family have together, and all material things such as houses can become "family". As far as this concept is concerned, the latter is an insignificant supplement. A correct understanding of this concept is of great benefit to our lives. It prevents us from losing our way and not only pursuing "family" but not "home".

Home, what is it? Millions of people have millions of opinions. Looking in Chinese dictionaries, there are only a few words about home, but in each of our minds, the concept of home encompasses the entire life. Regardless of whether you are rich or poor, high or low, or have a smooth journey through adversity, as long as you are born into this world, you will have a relationship with your family, and it will linger in your heart all the time.

When you are poor, your home is like a nest. Even if the walls are empty, as long as there is a nest, it can block the wind and cold, rain and snow, jackals, tigers and leopards. There are lights, firewood, and a room full of intimacy and warmth. Didn’t you see, deep in Bashan, a family can’t afford a bowl or a pair of chopsticks per person, so they have to eat after you finish eating? The feeling of licking the calf is still everywhere; in the cave dwellings in northern Shaanxi, the family only has one patched dish. Pants are worn by whoever goes out. No matter how hard it is, your relatives will protect your dignity. Even if you are so poor that you go begging for food, you will have the thought of going home because of your family's concern, and you will have the belief that "a golden nest and a silver nest are not as good as your own doghouse".

In war, home is a basket and a pole. In the smoke of war, people are displaced, and the family supports the old and the young, relying on each other. The father's backbone and the mother's back are the bunker, the air-raid shelter, and the safety barrier. During the "August 13" Anti-Japanese War, my husband was only four years old. He fled from the suburbs of Shanghai occupied by the Japanese to Qingpu, Suzhou, and Wuxi... sitting in a basket carried by his father on his shoulders. The Japanese army burned, killed and looted, but their whole family managed to escape with their lives. My husband, who has been trudging along the road of life for 70 years, still clearly remembers the bumps, wanderings, family affection and fatherly love along the way.

In times of turmoil, home is a calm spring and a spiritual temple. With the sewage on your face, the spit on your head, and the scars all over your body, you can wash it clean and look clean when you get home. A cup of hot tea, a towel, and a pillow to rub your ears and temples together are enough to make you turn a deaf ear to the shaking noise and turn a blind eye to the bloody whip. You can see your true self in the eyes of your parents; you can feel the dignity of personality from your lover's lips; you can experience the preciousness of life from the cuddles of your children. If you have seen the hut where Ding Ling and Chen Ming lived when they were suffering in Beidahuang, you may think that even if there is a luxurious five-star residence, compared with the home that is swaying in the wilderness supported by family affection, It will also lose its luster a lot. During the "Cultural Revolution", my father settled in a remote mountainous area in northern Sichuan and was imprisoned in a "cow shed". In order to avoid our worries, my father sent newspapers, periodicals and books for us to study as usual, and did not mention a word about the humiliation he suffered in his letters. He repeatedly told me: "Learn from the poor and lower-middle peasants, stick to your production position, and don't ask for leave to go home until the mountains are blocked by heavy snow!" As the saying goes: "Family is the cell of society." Thousands of families are strong and unbreakable. , society will not face the desperate situation of collapse!

When I went to the mountains and countryside, my home was a paradise far away from the "civilian, military and military". Zhao Qian, Sun Li, Zhou Wu and King Zheng, as long as they enter the "educated youth point", they are a family. When you are working, you have to pick manure, hoe the ground, cut firewood, and plow the fields, and someone will help you carry the heavy loads. After work is done, when you are making fire, cooking, milling, and grinding rice, there are people competing with you to do it. There is someone to share the letters home from your relatives and the gifts from your friends; there is someone to fill your spiritual emptiness with a good book or a good poem. There is no class discrimination here, no distinction between rich and poor, no difference in IQ. Even if there is a rare recruitment opportunity, you will give in to each other, competing to give luck to your colleagues and keep misfortune to yourself. On the dusty road of life, the Home of Educated Youth will always be a warm dream that lingers with you until the end of your life.

In peacetime, home is a museum and a gas station. A book, a letter, or a photo at home can all tell a story that belongs to your family and is spread all over the world; a teapot, a hat, and a chair all store the culture of your family. Traditions and information, passed down from generation to generation. At home, there are bookcases that belong to you, computers that belong to you, and time and space that belong to you. You can read the books you want, watch the TV you want, and play the video games you want. Of course, there are parents' encouragement, lover's encouragement, and children's pursuit at home. Do you not tolerate any indulgence or slack?

When you are lonely, home is the Big Dipper in the dark and an oasis in the desert. Although it is out of reach, it brings you infinite reverie and comfort. "The flames of war last for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold." The poet Du Fu has long expressed his concern for "home". When you make a mistake, home is the nectar of understanding and the embrace of tolerance.

For the sake of his mother's smile and the hope of his child, the prodigal son resolutely turned back, only to realize that it was not too late.

When you are wealthy, home is a sobering agent. I always remind you that "you know honor and disgrace when you have enough food and clothing", and you must not "think about lust when you are rich." Home is not a hotel or a teahouse. You can come and leave whenever you want. Family is the responsibility of supporting the old and taking care of the young, and is the responsibility of passing on the family lineage. Even Bill Gates, the richest man in the world, only wants a home of his own, and donates his huge wealth to children who need homes and mothers who need children. "Money can make the world go round," but it cannot buy family ties or a home. There is no eternal face and no eternal feast in the world. Cherish it when you can, don't wait until you are old and have a home to go back to, which is "empty and sad".

When returning to the west, home is the shore heading to the other shore, the harbor leading to the next life. The seeds you sow have blossomed and bear fruit here, and the offspring you have nurtured have taken over the responsibilities on your shoulders. Your surname is inherited through your children, and your bloodline is extended through your descendants. Because you have a home, your soul will never die; because you still have a home, you will live even after death. It is said that people always dream about their deceased relatives when they are dying. That is your home in heaven calling you. Are you ready? Go when you’re ready!

Home, what is it? Millions of people have millions of opinions. Some say that home is a culture; some say that home is a period of time; some say that home is a feeling. Others say,...

Home is what it is and what it is not. When you have it, it is as ordinary as firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea; when you lose it, you can't get it back even if you dig your heart out.

May lovers eventually get married, and may everyone with a family be happy.