The joy of going home

In the last summer vacation of my study career, I planned to take a graduation trip and looked at my wallet hollowed out by my internship, but I quietly gave up my idea. Since there is nowhere to go, let's go home. Speaking of the happiness of going home, there are really too many.

The first thing to share is the cool breeze in the mountains.

My hometown sits by the mountain and lives by the water, which is naturally cooler than the city. It rained when I came back yesterday, and it was even colder. After the rain, the world becomes very clear. I don't know if it is because there is less pollution, and the clouds in the sky are always particularly white.

At this time, I was tapping the keyboard in my room, listening to the cicadas in summer and blowing the wild wind in the mountains. There is no air conditioner, no fan or even an old cattail leaf fan, but I don't feel hot at all. Looking up out of the window, the mountains are green, the wind is blowing and the leaves are surging. This is a beautiful scenery that you can't enjoy in the city.

Perhaps it is because I grew up in the mountains, so I am full of nostalgia for everything in the mountains. On those nights when there is no fan, I miss the cool breeze in the country and hope it can pass through the tallest building in the city and blow away the sultry heat in my heart.

Speaking of the joy of going home, how can we lose those people at home?

Although a small family is poor, it is the greatest luck to be accompanied by relatives since childhood. As soon as I got home yesterday, my grandfather shouted excitedly, my baby is back! On hearing the word "baby", I was actually shy. Grandpa still calls me baby at this age? I'm flattered, but I'm glad. Grandpa also mysteriously asked me to get something, I don't know what treasure it is.

I didn't know it was some fresh corn until I got to the main room. It felt a little cold. It should have just been taken out of the refrigerator. Sure enough, Grandpa said, "This is corn specially reserved for you. You like to eat corn. " Hearing this, I was immediately moved. The old man doesn't know, where can't I buy corn outside now? But I didn't say anything, so I took it home silently.

Dad was unusually calm when he saw me, but his phone call this afternoon has exposed his feelings. I was still on my way home when I got a call from my father. Dad doesn't talk much, just a few words on the phone, but I can hear that he wants me to go home.

In fact, every time he calls, he will ask: When will he go home? As parents, probably the most hope is that children can be closer to home!

My mother was still working outside when I got home. In my impression, my mother is always working. When I was a child, my father worked outside, and my mother took my brother and me to farm at home alone.

In the big summer, a woman suddenly finished harvesting several acres of rice. At that time, I hated doing farm work and was afraid of leeches and bugs. Now I feel guilty about it.

Standing on my ear, I finally heard the electric car ring. I know that's mom coming back. I called "Mom-"through the window, and my mother answered, "I'm back."

The most common words are the most natural affection.

By the way, I have a younger brother.

My little guy passed the college entrance examination this year, but there seems to be a generation gap between me after 95 and him after 00, and I like different things. My brother is no longer the young man who needs my sister's help to buy books, but a little adult who has his own world behind closed doors.

It is more or less inconvenient to share a room with another girl during the internship and do your own thing. It's different when I get home, and I have my own small world!

What's in my little world? There are books that I like and books that have been preserved for a long time. Writing and painting are my best pastimes in summer vacation.

I am a bibliophile. I remember that when I come back every summer vacation, I will discuss with my brother to buy a bunch of books. Slowly, I have more and more books. Finally, there is no place to put them. Father had to make an iron bookshelf for his younger brother and sister.

Now that I have grown up, I am cautious in buying books. First, I think e-books are cheap and convenient, so I can read them directly on my mobile phone. Secondly, there are a bunch of new books at home. Let's have a look first. Third, when I grow up, I'm embarrassed to be old, I haven't worked yet, my wallet is empty, and I can't bear to buy books!

At home, you can spend an afternoon with a pen and a notebook. Graffiti time can best resist a long afternoon. Whether writing or drawing, you will never feel lonely in a person's afternoon.

Probably, there is no time to be lonely when doing what you like.

Of course, going home is not all happiness. Although it is home, it is more or less unpleasant.

Like mosquitoes at home. My hometown is in a ravine, surrounded by farmland and full of fruit trees. Mosquitoes are fat and big, and they bite red. Every night, they are very upset.

For example, it is inconvenient to travel. Accustomed to hitchhiking in the city, it's really inconvenient to go home. My hometown is a little far from the county seat. I will take several buses when I get home. If I miss it, I will have to wait for an hour.

Such as cooking with fire. Slash and burn still exists here, and cooking with fire is also common. For half a year, the village has been without electricity. When there is a power failure, you can only cook by fire. It's 30 degrees around the stove, and you're always sweating.

For example, because of conceptual problems, there are often contradictions with parents. Although I hope to hold my temper every time, I really don't want to go backwards on some points of view. I know that I will always be a child in the eyes of my parents, but I still hope to have the right to decide my own destiny.

There are still many such troubles, but I am still very happy, because this is my home, a family cage from which I cannot escape.

In fact, compared with ten years ago, today's life has been much better, but some contradictions are slowly breeding in this process of getting better.

There is no denying that as a generation born in the countryside, we must bear some pressure.

On the one hand, it is a conflict with the concept of our relatives, on the other hand, it is the gap between urban and rural development. We are living in the cracks between rural and urban areas.

This contradiction cannot be reconciled in a short time, and it requires patience and perseverance, and requires the joint efforts of two generations.