Go home for the New Year
At the end of the year, the day to go home has been set, and the heart has embarked on the journey home.
The rarest happiness in the world is that we still have parents waiting for us to go home for the New Year.
In the blink of an eye, I have been away from home for 20 years, but I look forward to going home for the New Year every year, even if I have been gone for a long time, but home will always be my roots.
There is a "taste", which is a "hometown taste".
China on the Tip of the Tongue" says: "Most of the Chinese's feelings about food are homesickness, nostalgia, and nostalgia for the taste of home." ”
In the hearts of Chinese, food is the best emotional carrier, and there is always the hometown dish that the wanderer misses in the nostalgia.
No matter how far we go, the mountains and rivers of our hometown, a vegetable and a vegetable will always be the concern of the wanderer's heart.
In the hometown of "Reader", Bai Yansong told a story: When an old colleague came back from abroad, the first thing he did was not to go home, but to go straight to the beef noodle restaurant at his doorstep, eat a bowl of beef noodles, and then wipe his mouth, carry the box, and go home satisfied.
Homesickness may be the mountains and rivers, relatives and friends of home, but the purest thing is the taste of homesickness.
The real food of a person is never the delicacies of the mountains and seas, but the food that evokes memories.
And the best taste of hometown in memory is the dishes made by my father and mother.
A food is a kind of nostalgia, a kind of sustenance, a kind of love.
Although it has been more than 20 years since I left home, I still remember it.
I like my father's "big pot dish" the most, Chinese cabbage, pork, tofu, vermicelli, and kelp are stewed in a big pot, hot, fragrant, and served in a bowl, and then served with a big white steamed bun.
Over the years, I've been learning to make it, but I can't make it taste like that.
There is a taste of home in everyone's heart, a dish for parents, a meal that makes us worry and makes us nostalgic.
No matter when, the most inseparable, the most heartwarming, is always the taste of home.
There is a kind of "year", which is the "year" of the hometown
Chi Zijian wrote about the New Year in his essays, writing about the year in his hometown, from slaughtering pigs in the moon, to preparing Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, buying New Year goods, steaming steamed buns, making new clothes, writing couplets, and buying New Year paintings.
Even after thirty or forty years, she still misses the New Year in her hometown, the lanterns she made, the family playing poker on the hot kang, and the red candles for the New Year.
Even if such a year is gone, there is still a lingering fragrance in my heart, and I still jump in my memory.
In the bottom of everyone's heart, there is a hometown year, and the years have not let those flavors dissipate, but are deeply engraved in the bottom of their hearts.
I also have such a hometown year in my heart.
In the lunar month, parents began to get busy.
Steamed steamed buns, boiled meat, fried tofu, fried twist flowers, fried peanuts ......
The most New Year's flavor is the big market in the town, the streets on both sides of the market are full of couplets, we squeeze in the crowd, feeling the strong New Year's flavor.
Chinese New Year's Eve, sweep the yard, paste couplets, eat melon seeds together at night, watch the party.
Mother would put the new clothes we wore the next day and put them in bed at night, and ushered in the new year late at night with the sound of crackling firecrackers.
On the morning of the first day of the new year, we put on new clothes, ate dumplings, ran around to pay New Year's greetings, took red envelopes, and ate sweets.
In the villages, couplets and red lanterns are posted in front of every house. On the morning of the first day of the new year, people are wearing new clothes on the streets, and children are running on the streets, and they are full of joy.
At that time, the New Year was a sense of ritual, and even after being away from his hometown for more than 20 years, the taste of the New Year still remains in the memory.
When I was a child, looking forward to the New Year was not only a sense of ritual, but also a taste of the year.
The year in the city is missing this taste, and the year without the flavor of the year makes people tasteless.
Only the year of the hometown is the "year", and when I go home for the New Year, I also want to find this New Year's flavor.
03 There is a kind of happiness that is "going home for the New Year".
Writer Wang Bo once told a story of his own:
One year, during the Spring Festival, he happened to go on a business trip and couldn't go home for the New Year, so he told his parents guiltily.
The father knew that his son would not be able to go back, but he still braved the biting cold wind alone and came to the small station near his home.
Waiting, waiting, waiting, ......
Mom called ** and told him not to wait and go back quickly.
But the father said, "What if he lies to us, if he comes back in the evening." ”
The father was looking forward to his son coming home, although the son said that he would not go back, but he always wanted a surprise to happen, and his son could suddenly appear in front of him.
When we went far away, farther and farther away from them, we realized that our parents were still waiting for us to come home. We are all their expectations and watches.
My parents also look forward to us coming home for the Chinese New Year every year.
Every time I hit **, my mother would ask me what day I was on vacation and what day I would come back, I told her, who knew she would ask again next time.
My parents knew that we were going back, so they steamed the steamed buns in advance, bought the vegetables, stewed pork ribs, and fried meatballs.
The day we went back last year, there was a snow jam on the road, and the next afternoon, I saw my father at the entrance of the village from a distance, and at that moment, my eyes were moist.
When I got home, my parents had already wrapped the dumplings, and the heating in the house was hot, and my mother said, "Eat dumplings at night." ”
All the way around, full of exhaustion, are resolved in the love of parents, it's good to go home!
Home is the warmest harbor; Home is the warmest existence.
The happiest thing in life is to have a home to go back to, someone to wait for, and something to eat.
Having parents is the greatest happiness.
The more middle-aged you get, the more you understand that only family affection is the most important thing in the world.
In the busy world, this love is enough to warm the heart of the wanderer.
It's the end of the year, why do we have to go home every year for the New Year?
Because, I can't forget the taste of home, and I can't forget the year of my hometown;
Because, no matter how big the world is, there is always a place where we can take off our armor and be a child again;
Because, no matter how big the world is, there are always people who love us waiting for us to go home.
The days with parents are happy.
We should cherish the fate with our parents and cherish every inch of time together.
While your parents are still there, while the time is still good, go home for the New Year!
Today is the New Year, I have gone home for the New Year, I wish you all a happy New Year!