Along the way, affectionate prose.

In early spring and February, everything recovers, and it is warm and cold at first.

To commemorate my father's 10th anniversary, my wife and I took the high-speed train from Linfen to Shijiazhuang one week in advance. Zhao Xinlu, my nephew in other places, called several times to find out the itinerary. My nephew and daughter-in-law Yang made several phone calls and sent several WeChat messages, asking about the arrival time, pushing everything out of the beauty shop and picking up the station on time. After living in her house for two days, she changed her mind and managed three meals a day. My nephew published an article, refused to let us change to a long-distance bus, and used his spare time on the night shift to drive more than 200 kilometers with his wife and children to send us back to our hometown village.

My niece Qiu Ju married the Wangs in our village. I was very happy to learn that we were going home to live in her home years ago. She and her son-in-law, Ming Jun, agreed to let us live in Westinghouse, the north house with heating, and they lived in the east house of the north house without heating.

Every morning at 6: 30, my niece will get up on time, send her grandson to school first, and then make breakfast for us. Breakfast is very rich, steamed bread porridge, one meat and three vegetables, salted eggs and light eggs. Lunch and dinner are more delicious. My restless wife, who has been trying to help her niece, was turned down.

Looking in and out, busy, smiling, so kind and meticulous niece, her heart is full of emotion and warmth.

One day after dinner, my younger brother, You Ze, who works in Tianjin, sent a message saying that he would arrive in the town around 4 pm the next day and we would make an appointment to meet in the town.

Just then, Deng Li, the nephew of the secretary of the village party branch, learned the news and came to visit us. During the chat, I learned that his mother was hospitalized due to illness and planned to go to the county hospital the next morning. When I come back, I will visit my relatives, have my hair cut, and finally pick up my brother.

The north wind started in the middle of the night and the temperature plummeted.

After breakfast, my niece was armed to the teeth and was about to brave the biting north wind and take us to the county town 15 kilometers away in an electric tricycle. My nephew Deng Li came in and asked me with a big smile: "Uncle, aren't you going to visit my mother in the county?" I'll drive you. "I smiled and said," No, it's convenient to drive an electric tricycle. You have too many things to do, so go about your business. Deng Li said slowly, "My uncles and aunts are all over 60 years old. If I ride an electric tricycle so far, once I catch cold, it's my nephew's fault. "I'm fine today. I'll stay with you all day."

Thank you for your kindness. We came to the county seat by bus.

As soon as I entered the ward, my sister-in-law who was lying in bed with infusion seemed to be half well at once. She quickly sat people up with her hands, stretched out her left hand to pull the quilt aside and let me sit on the bed.

We chatted, talked about the host and the west, and when it came to excitement, tears rolled down our smiling faces. The narrow ward is full of affection and warmth.

When I left, my sister-in-law held my hand and said affectionately, "Brother, when I leave the hospital, you must come to my house for dinner and we can have a good talk." I promised again and again, "Sister-in-law, ok, ok."

The moment I waved goodbye, my sister-in-law shed tears, and so did my wife and I.

Out of the hospital, we went directly to my wife and sister's house, and my wife and sister's family of seven warmly greeted us. Eat cauldron dishes at my wife's sister's house at noon. After dinner, we had a short rest and went to a big village called West A?vagho?a Hall for a haircut.

There is a barber shop in the village called Fiona Fang, which has low price, good service and good technology. Every year when I go home, my wife and I will come here for a haircut. The barber is a young woman under 30 years old, named Zhang Wei. Her beauty, sweet talk and gestures all show a capable personality. As soon as she entered the door, she greeted softly with a bright smile: "Grandpa and Aunt, please sit down." Kindness Address, let me feel the spring breeze.

After paying the fee, Zhang Wei said politely, "Please forgive me for coming all the way to respect me as a villager." A kind word and simple feelings made me feel the warmth of my hometown.

Coming out of the barber shop, the hour hand pointed to 65438+ 0: 30 pm, and we drove to the town, waiting for my brother's arrival.

The train from Tianjin arrives at Qinghe City at 2: 30 on time. As a result, it was nearly an hour late and delayed the first bus to town. After waiting for more than an hour, the little brother finally got on a through train. There were only three passengers left in the county, and he was sold to another car. Time and time again, when I received my brother, it was already 6 pm when I got home. My nephew Danny's phone keeps ringing. He gave up all his business and stayed with us all day, which moved me very much.

My second brother and sister-in-law, who had not been in contact for many years, came to visit my wife and me for the first time and calmly discussed my father's memorial service with my brother.

On the anniversary, my second brother and sister-in-law took their daughters and daughters-in-law, and attended the memorial ceremony with relatives and friends. Banquet checkout, second brother and sister-in-law stubbornly took out 400 yuan money. This is the first time in ten years since my father died, which makes me feel extremely gratified to see the hope of kinship linked by blood.

Uncle and daughter Yan Mei, who were a family 500 years ago, pushed an aunt who was suffering from a severe brain tumor and was unable to walk in a wheelchair to attend her father's memorial service. My childhood friend and sister-in-law Qi limped to attend the memorial service. In the face of such sincere friendship and deep nostalgia, how can I not be moved? How could I not remember?

On the second day after my father's memorial day, my niece Qiu Ju drove an electric tricycle and sent my wife and me to my mother-in-law's house. She began to clean the indoor and outdoor sanitation with us, and her sister-in-law Yang Aixiang took the initiative to cook lunch.

After getting up the next morning, I washed some more clothes. Maybe it was overwork or a cold. I felt sore all over in the afternoon. Zhang Li, my nephew's daughter-in-law, found a thermometer, which measured 37.4℃ with a low fever. My neighbors, Uncle Zhao Qingling and Brother Zhao Shuming, insisted on taking me to see a doctor, but I politely refused. I rode my uncle Zhao Qingling's electric car and went to a hospital a few miles away to see a doctor.

When I came to the health center to explain my purpose, Dr. Liu Guiming greeted me warmly and sat down, at the same time, he quickly filled my prescription. When his wife saw me coming, she laughed and said, "You talk for a while and I'll cook for you." Every time I go there to see a doctor or buy medicine, Liu Guiming and his wife are as enthusiastic as family. They really feel at home.

When I got home after the injection, my wife told me with joy: "Juaner knows that you have a fever, and I will come to see you later." I said happily, "Then go to the supermarket and buy something to eat." His wife said, "Juaner said she had already eaten, and she just came to see you."

Juaner, named Wang Jianjuan, was a family 500 years ago. Later, she was regarded as a niece by me and became my wife's intimate "little cotton-padded jacket".

Just after wolfing down the meal, Juaner and her son-in-law Zhang Zhongfu rushed over from the cusp 15 kilometers away. They brought two bags of handmade noodles, a bag of special steamed bread, two boxes of pure Liang wine brewed in two jars, a bag of millet and a bag of eggs. I jokingly said, "Juaner, this is the rhythm of moving your house!" " "Juaner smiled and said," Look, grandma, my aunt and you are here, and there are still few things! Otherwise my little cotton-padded jacket will be wasted. "

Juaner's words are like a gentle and warm fountain, which goes straight into my heart. Chatting with Juaner, I always feel that time passes too fast, and more than two hours have passed unconsciously. After leaving, Juaner sent WeChat and called me many times to ask about my illness, which made me feel the warmth of the intimate "little cotton-padded jacket" all the time.

I have been home for more than ten days. Because of my poor health and the cold weather, I have never visited my seriously ill aunt. My wife urged me several times. I should go and see it.

That day, despite the light rain forecast, I drove an electric tricycle and took my wife to visit my aunt in Jianzhong Town, 0/5 km away from/kloc, facing a bit cold wind. Sister, Yan Wang, Wang Ting and sister-in-law Zhang are all very happy to see us coming, so they immediately arranged for jiaozi. Soon, bowls of delicious hot jiaozi were served on the table. I ate a big bowl in one gulp, and my sisters wanted to give it to me again. The warm atmosphere dilutes the cold weather and makes me feel warm.

After dinner, my wife and I went to my niece Juaner's house. Juaner's parents were overjoyed, and they were very busy making tea and pouring water. Before he left, he brought us half a bag of bean foam noodles, a bottle of pure sorghum wine and two kinds of Chinese medicines for relieving pain.

At the end of February, Hebei Prose Society held an award ceremony for famous prose works in Guantao County. Before I received the notice, Guo Guijie, the deputy general manager of linxi county Pharmaceutical Company and a friend of the literary and art circles, sent me a WeChat saying, "Miss Wang, let me know when you receive the notice. I'll drive and let's go together. " Looking at wechat, my heart is both moved and warm.

On the afternoon before registration, Guo Guijie sent another message saying that she would pick me up. At one o'clock the next afternoon, he and his literary friends Geng Zhijie and Li Qiujun came to my house on time. Because Guo Guijie is familiar with the staff of the Organizing Committee and many friends in the literary and art circles, he took care of me all the time and everywhere during the meeting. That concern touched me deeply.

On the fourth day of the third lunar month, it is a peak funeral. I specially rode an electric tricycle and ran 15km to Juaner's parents' house for a meeting. Relatives and friends came from all directions and sat at three tables. Juaner's parents were very enthusiastic and served 12 food for lunch. Everyone ate and talked, feeling like a family.

Mr. Tian, sister-in-law Juan's uncle, is from Changchun. The old man is 7 1 year-old, and we have a very speculative conversation, and we all have a feeling of meeting each other late. When we left, we embraced the agreement and had the opportunity to meet again in Changchun or Linfen. That profound friendship remains in my heart and is hard to forget.

The night before in Tomb-Sweeping Day, at the invitation of my classmates Lv Tingxiang and Feng, I got together with my parents who work in Xiabaomiao Town. Let's raise our glasses, talk about life, recall the past and talk passionately.

The next morning, Liang Zhenbo, editor-in-chief of Jinan Literature Newspaper, and Man Hou, owner of linxi county Hengxing Photo Studio, made a special trip to visit me in the village. We had a heart-to-heart talk for more than two hours, and we were still unfinished.

One Saturday, I was invited to give a lecture on prose creation to the teachers and students of linxi county No.4 Middle School. Who knows, the weather is not beautiful, and halfway through the lecture, it began to rain and had to be interrupted. At lunch, we had a good talk. Inadvertently, I recognized a nephew, a nephew. Although I didn't touch a drop of wine, I was deeply intoxicated by the deep nostalgia and affection. This unfinished lecture provides us with an opportunity to get together again and talk about friendship.

After work, Uncle Jingda, who is over 500 years old, drove me around the ancient town of Xingtai City and the famous scenic spots in Yantai City, Shandong Province, regardless of fatigue. This pure feeling always warms my heart.

One Sunday morning, Guo Guijie, a literary friend, invited us to a small party in Hexi Town. Li Kelian, a friend of literary and art circles, accompanied by Wang Shuqiang and Zhao Ding, drove to a small village in the country to meet me. Look, it's still early Liang Zhenbo and other literary friends agreed to go to Linqing City, Shandong Province, across a river. When Guo Guijie learned the news, he immediately went to act as an advance party. As the garden is under construction, it is closed to tourists. When Guo Guijie explained the situation, President Yuanyuan made an exception and let us in. A group of six of us took photos while sightseeing, leaving the friendship between literary friends in the deep memory. At lunch, Guo Guijie gave him a warm welcome. Wine, rich and mellow; Words, stirring; Love is simple and sincere.

On March 18 th of the lunar calendar, it is the Cangshang Conference. I have an appointment with my comrade-in-arms Liu Yinchi to meet my comrade-in-arms Wang Jinke. At the moment we got together, we were all very excited, and we couldn't finish our intimate words. Parting and agreeing to meet again.

On the morning of May 12, I heard that Zhang Shiying, a retired cadre of Hebei Provincial People's Congress, came to Liudong Gushan Village and wanted to see it. My classmate and national model worker Lv Tingxiang sent a car to pick me up. The 86-year-old Zhang Shiying was very happy. He held my hand tightly and talked to me. I gave him my autobiography "Let's Drink to the Past", and he immediately gave me the new book "Sunset from Zhao Hui" and the courseware materials for the party class for the grassroots cadres in Fuping County.

At about 10, many old comrades came to visit Zhang Shiying from all directions. Lv Tingxiang immediately organized a small forum where everyone could speak freely. Yang Jiping, former chairman of CPPCC in linxi county, warmly presented me with the book "Twenty Years of linxi county Economic Federation" edited by him. I was particularly excited with a book in my hand.

At lunch, Lao Zhang Man Shiying took out a bottle of 67-degree and a bottle of 72-degree Hengshui Laobaigan, which has been treasured for 30 years and must be tasted by everyone. I took a sip of your good, a hot air came to my face, and I also realized the sincere friendship of my hometown, which was stronger than wine. Zhang Shiying squinted at me with a satisfied smile.

When leaving, everyone unanimously asked Lao Zhang Manshiying to go first, but he refused to do so. He had to watch everyone leave one by one before leaving. At the old man's residence, we talked openly for nearly an hour. When I was about to leave, Lao Zhang Manshiying insisted on walking me to the door and the car with crutches. I will never forget Zhang Shiying's friendship.

On the morning of May 6th, 2005, at the invitation of Joe, the headmaster of Yulan Primary School, I gave a report entitled "Reading and Writing" to more than 600 teachers and students. Zhang Shiying, the old man who was scheduled to return to Shijiazhuang in the morning, postponed his return time and had to finish my report. As soon as the report was over, he held my hand tightly and sent me many words of encouragement. Every word warmed my heart.

After two days, my wife and I are going to take a long-distance bus directly back to Linfen, Shanxi Province, instead of changing trains in Shijiazhuang, so as not to cause trouble to our children. When my nephew Zhao Xinlu and niece Yang knew what we thought, they refused to take the long-distance bus and immediately drove back to their hometown to take us to Shijiazhuang.

Zhang, a classmate and comrade-in-arms, knew that we had arrived in Shijiazhuang, and immediately invited her aunt Dong and uncle Ma Dengxiang to have a good time with her comrades-in-arms. Because it is a rare party, we talk a lot. You talk to me like a stream flowing down a mountain. Crystal clear, tinkling, very comfortable.

After walking on the land of my hometown for more than two months, I really walked all the way, loving all the way and intoxicated all the way.

After I came back, I was infatuated and piously engraved this deep nostalgia, friendship and affection in my heart.