Each boat must have a dock, and each bird must have a nest. —— Shen Congwen
Although my hometown is neighbors with the city where I live, the taste of my hometown always pulls me in my dreams. How many times I dream of it can always bring me back. The hometown where gods, relatives and friends, taste, mountains, rivers, plants, streets and alleys are like gentle whispers, like trickling water, penetrates into my heart, and continues to grow deep roots in my heart, which are renewed over time. Over time, it is like a tree and a mountain, giving me the strength in my heart.
As time goes by, my attachment to that place of water and soil will turn into a kind of nagging, nagging to family, complaining to friends, scolding all my bad things in other places, and longing for them and complaining about them. Later I found that this kind of love is deeply and deeply affection is something they cannot feel. Even for them, no one can understand my loneliness as a stranger in a foreign land. They only think that you are whining without any illness. They will only see your peaceful life, and the actual crying is the only one who carries the burden forward in the dark. Fortunately, that crack is where the sun shines in, walking step by step, even if the "wound" and the "dagger" are still flowing.
Later, I began to have emotional "restraint" for the nostalgia that was integrated into my blood. Even if there was a faint pain every time, I would no longer call them unscrupulously as before, no longer call them unrestrainedly, and learn to tie the rushing emotions with calmness, longing enthusiasm, say things when you have something to do, and ask joy when you have nothing to do. This is very good. They are no longer tired.
In fact, the loneliness and desire that every wanderer in a foreign land does not want his family to forget is something that relatives and friends in their hometown cannot feel. That desire is more like a lost lamb running to his mother's arms.
Here are a few heartwarming stories, which are touching. I hope that you, who are in a foreign land, will feel a little touch of home after reading it.
Story 1
For all wanderers who go out to work hard, their parents are not only the "weakness" in their hearts, but also the hard "armor".
An uncle was passing the security check at Wuhan Tianhe Airport , and his luggage was over 30 kilograms because he brought too many pancakes made by his mother.
This is his seventy-five-year-old mother who got up early and baked pancakes for the whole day. Many people will say that they laughed as they watched, and cried as they smiled...
The mother is worried that only the love between parents in this world is the heaviest, but it is hard to let them down.
Story 2
One day, the object called and said that mom is here to see you. Does it have a big project on hand? I was busy with work and didn’t have time to say anything, just said you have to arrange it.
When I got home from get off work in the evening, my mother had already left. In the living room, there were a lot of things she brought with me, food, clothing, and everything. I looked at those things, thinking about my mother running all the way from other places, squeezing a long-distance bus and rushing to the city where I was in. How much anticipation and missing it was. As I thought about it, I suddenly felt sad.
When talking about this with a friend, I didn’t expect that it would suddenly bring back memories like a tide of friends.
Friends said that she is a person who doesn’t like doing housework. She usually doesn’t even bother to take a teacup at home, but once a guest comes to her family, she will be reborn and become a different person.
She will make a cup of tea for the guests. Even if others say they don’t drink it, she must insist on making them. She also encourages customers to throw away those fruit snacks at will without any attention. She felt that when someone visits her home, it must make people feel comfortable, otherwise who will come next time?
So, every time the customer leaves, she has to be busy for a long time, mopping the floor, washing tea cups, and tidying up the tea table. Although she doesn't like to do these things, she endured it for the sake of the customer's happiness.
That time, my mother came to see her. As soon as she entered the door, she asked her mother to change her slippers and take out the fruit for her mother, but she was afraid that the living room would be dirty, so she kept shouting: "Mom, be careful, don't put the juice on the floor." During the meal, she kept saying, don't sprinkle rice on the ground, don't sprinkle soup on the table.
In short, her requests were endless, which made her mother a little at a loss. In order to keep the ground clean and not let her daughter clean, she simply left early.
After my mother left, she looked at the spotless home, and she suddenly began to blame herself. Her mother came to see her from her hometown. Unfortunately, she was overwhelmed by her work in those days, so her mother kept saying, "Don't ask for leave, work is important. I am so old and don't want to go out. Just go home and talk to me every night."
A whole week, she had not accompanied her mother to visit the streets, nor did she accompany her to see the beautiful scenery in the city. She thought her mother really didn't need it. Until she got home, she called back and her brother asked, "Did you go out for a walk with me? Mom said, I'll have to have a good view of the scenery when I go out this time!"
She suddenly felt sad, and tears fell on the phone line.
Every mother likes to go to the most, probably her daughter’s house, because there is her warmest concern. As housewives, the daughters always make every effort to make the guests happy, feel comfortable and valued. However, when my mother came to visit, we never thought about making her happy and comfortable and valued. On the contrary, my mother never regarded herself as a guest and would rather give herself wrong than trouble her master.
At her daughter's house, the mother is more sincere than any customer, but she has never enjoyed the treatment of a customer. Thinking of this, my tears couldn't stop falling.
