Winter weather forecast in Chengdu

I haven't been home to see my parents for a year.

When I was a child, I always wanted to escape because of my parents' nagging and yearning for the outside world.

From Xichang to Chengdu, and then from Chengdu to Hangzhou, I ran farther and farther.

Since then, the road to go home is long. It is rare to see your parents once a year.

Every time I see them, I feel that my parents are a little older. After many years, I have my own small family, but I miss my parents' home more and more.

In 2020, I was possessed and homesick almost every day.

I call my parents every day, sometimes three or four times a day. Walking, took out the phone and dialed out. When I got through, I asked, Mom, what are you doing? Dad, what are you doing?

I have nothing to say, I just want to hear their voices.

Lying in bed at night, I, like Sister Xianglin, kept recalling the dribs and drabs of my childhood. Tell my husband over and over again about my hometown, my old street, my childhood playmates, my delicious food, my chickens, ducks and geese.

Anyway, I decided to go home this summer.

In my hometown Xichang, the sunshine is warm as spring all the year round. Flowers bloom all the year round, and the days are simple and quiet.

I used to yearn for the outside world. Where the cold and summer are distinct and the four seasons are distinct, the joys and sorrows seem to be deeper.

I often crouch under the honeysuckle vine in the backyard, looking at the blue sky and thinking: I will definitely leave this place one day.

On the day I left home for college, I happily went out with my bag on my back and took the train to a big city with four distinct seasons that I had been longing for for for a long time.

My mother knocked a piece of soil off the stove and put it in my backpack. She told me to drink boiled water when I arrived in Chengdu, so as not to be acclimatized.

On the day of departure, two tables of banquets were set at home, and my neighbors were invited to see me off.

After dinner, my neighbor sent me to the side of the road, and I walked in front happily. Looking back, I saw my mother walking at the end, wiping her tears.

The summer in Chengdu is really warm, with high temperature of more than 30 degrees, damp heat and fog.

The dormitory is on the top floor. There is no fan or air conditioner. It is as hot as a steamer. After taking a shower, sit on a small fan and shake it until dawn at night. Yawning, missing the stars and cool breeze in Xichang summer night.

Chengdu is wet and cold in winter. Shu dog barks at the sun, and it is rare to see a few rays of sunshine in a winter.

For the first time in my life, I put on a cotton-padded jacket. Except for class, I hide under the covers and read books.

Write home casually and say it's cold. A few days later, my mother came to school by 13 hours hard seat train with a quilt on her back.

During the winter vacation, a bus of students came home, and the ground was full of people.

13 hour drive, from dusk to dawn, from rainy to sunny, from cold to warm. When the sunshine and blue sky broke through the window with the dawn, a carriage of people cheered.

However, I still don't want to go home After graduating from college, I chose to stay in Chengdu, which is hot in summer and gloomy in winter.

A few years later, I went to Hangzhou, which is farther away from home. A point that mom and dad can only see on the map.

My father watches the weather forecast in front of TV every day. He is more concerned about the weather in Hangzhou than Xichang.

Hangzhou is hotter in summer, colder in winter, and more profound in joys and sorrows.

I decided to live here.

I have been together for almost twenty years, and I have been with my hometown for quite a long time.

However, I'm getting homesick. Every tree and grass in my hometown and my playmates and neighbors in the old street appear in my dreams every night.

So, I wrote my hometown as ugly dust.

I went back to my childhood, my old street, and played in the bright moonlight in my dreams again and again.

In the Spring Festival of 2020, because of the epidemic, we can only tell each other to take care on the phone.

The epidemic is not over yet. The Lushan fire in Xichang burned for several days and nights, just a stone's throw from the city. I wrote one ugly story after another in Hangzhou, far away, praying for the peace of my hometown.

I am glad that the people I love are safe, and I cherish every minute of our family of three together every day. Be kind to the people around you.

This summer, it has been raining in Hangzhou for nearly 50 days, and I miss the bright sunshine in Xichang more and more.

I always wanted to leave home, but now I want to go home. On sleepless nights, I got up and bought a plane ticket, and went home rain or shine.

Wake up my son at five in the morning and go out to the airport at half past five. Mr. Wang insisted on driving us.

The weather forecast says there will be heavy rain in the afternoon. At this moment, the morning glow reddened the sky, and the thin pink clouds danced lightly in the light blue sky, just like a touching gouache painting. The airport is wide and straight at high speed, stretching into the distance, and the wind whistling and singing outside the window, playing a beautiful early morning movement. Like the morning light in my hometown.

My son was very excited all the way, talking about his grandparents he had not seen for a long time, looking forward to eating his favorite airplane meal.

When I arrived at the airport, I hugged my husband and said goodbye. I can't bear to leave him alone in hot and humid Hangzhou. Tell him to sleep well, eat well and have a good rest, over and over again.

A woman who marries far away has two families and always cares about both ends.

Two hours' flight, one and a half hours' stopover in Chongqing, and then fly to Xichang. Because of the epidemic, the plane meal that my son was looking forward to was empty, and both flights only provided bread and yogurt.

After flying for more than an hour, I finally arrived in Xichang at noon 12:50. Familiar with the western scenery, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the cool wind is blowing gently.

My parents waited at the airport more than an hour in advance, standing at the exit, craning their necks and anxious to see. My son rushed to hug his grandparents.

My handsome dad drove us home in his small Chang 'an van. He proudly said: this car is the most comfortable, not carsick, and it is much more loaded.

As soon as I entered the room and put down my luggage, I saw the eggplant, cabbage, spinach and cabbage beans that my father had just picked from the ground piled up on the kitchen floor.

Dad proudly stressed: these are all green foods that I planted myself and are completely pollution-free. There is an old duck I just killed in the refrigerator. I will kill another chicken in a few days.

In the afternoon, I was correcting the manuscript in the living room when I suddenly smelled a strong fragrance coming from the kitchen. In the evening, my mother cooked sour radish and old duck pot, which was my favorite Sichuan dish when I was a child. Trance back to childhood.

When I was a child, I woke up every day in the kitchen with the clatter of pots and pans and the smell of food. Through the door of the room, I feel warm and safe to see my mother busy in the kitchen.

At noon, different scents waft from every doorway in the old street: Sichuan-style pork, rotten beef, boiled fish, sausage and bacon, old duck pot, stewed chicken soup ... It seems that all the delicacies and happiness are filled with the smoke rising in the old street.

The children are carrying rice bowls, the owners are fishing, and the westerners are tasting. They don't know the taste of sadness.

Now that I'm back, I'm no longer a teenager. The children playing around see me as if I were a stranger.

My parents are also nearly seventy years old and no longer have the strength to nag. Only the food in the kitchen smells good and always smells like home.

The son said, we work together, I am responsible for cooking, and he is responsible for cleaning. We can't let grandparents take care of us.

At night, I never had a deep sleep. I dreamed of my childhood.

Wake up in the morning, put on an apron and go into the kitchen to make breakfast. I hope my parents can wake up in the smell of my food during my stay.

It feels good to be back home。

-End-