Going back to my hometown, seeing my mother, reading sad, listening to tears.

Who doesn't have a hometown,

Who doesn't have a mother,

My hometown has a mother,

My mother is in my hometown,

I can't forget my mother no matter how far I go,

I can't forget my mother ...

As the Spring Festival approaches, vagrants who are working hard outside have set foot on their way home, one by one in anxious to return. I listened to "Hometown Mom", and my homesickness came to my mind.

where am I going?

on weekdays, we often say: when mom is alive, mom is home; Mom is gone, and dad is home. My hometown, there is no waiting for my white-haired parents, and there is no rickety figure of my father.

thirteen years ago, my mother died.

Six years ago, at noon that day, Dad took his last breath after 43 days of rescue ...

Dad also left.

at that moment, I really understood: with my parents here, there is still room for life; When parents go, there is only a way home in life.

After my parents died one after another, every time before the Spring Festival, I was very confused, even crying in the dead of night: I had mixed feelings whether I would go back to my hometown or not. Although there are my relatives, sisters, folks and old friends there, without my parents, it can only evoke more sadness for me.

Every time I see that stormy old house, the endless past will always spread in my mind ...

I remember a work I read that said, "When I am old, I can go back to my hometown, the mountains and rivers are still there, and the spring is still there, but my parents' grave is in the grass too deep, and my stiff knees can no longer bow down ...", There is no reason for people ... "

I can't help feeling: my hometown has become my hometown, my hometown has become homesick, and homesickness has turned into emotion ...

It's the annual Spring Festival again. Wanderers who are working hard outside, while their hometown is still" hometown ",start now, go back to their hometown and see their mother ...

Maybe. However, it should be firmly remembered that mom is home, and the days you spend with your parents can only be measured by days and hours.

Before the Spring Festival last year, I wrote an article entitled "195 meals a year, how many meals can you eat with your parents? The answer is tears.

This is actually an "affection formula" that can't be calculated:

If you can only go home to accompany your parents for 7 days in a year, you can spend at most 11 hours with your parents every day. If our parents are 6 years old now, assuming we live to be 8 years old, the time we actually spend with our parents is only 154 hours, which is 64 days.

64 days!

We often talk about "there's still plenty of time", but the 64 days we spend with our parents as adults are actually "there's still plenty of time"!

it turns out that "there's still time" is just an excuse. People don't know how precious the days when their parents are alive until middle age.

shame, tears running ...

the dead vine and the old tree are faint crows, and the sun is setting, and heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

the beautiful artistic conception makes us feel sad and longing.

Reunion, memories, expectation ... When the exhaustion of the mind dissipates and the bags of Tianya are unloaded, mom's rambling may help us to heal seriously.

no flowery words, no impetuous noise. In a hurry, travelers at the end of the world can't live without their hometown and mother. When the outside world closes the bustling window, we can still feel happiness and peace in the smoke of our hometown and the white hair of our mother.

a few years ago, Wang Yong wrote a song called "hometown mom".

in the song, my hometown and my mother are distracted by every word.

Dear, let's leave now, go back to my hometown and see my mother while my hometown is vague. ......