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After work, I went home once a year, and since then I have become a "guest" at home. Watching my parents get old, I didn't dare to look at it anymore with a sour nose, but I wanted to take advantage of the time to see my parents more and remember what my parents looked like. The place we once wanted to escape from the most has become the place we most desire to belong in our hearts. From dissatisfaction with parents to understanding parents and becoming parents.
When we were children, home was our innocent paradise, but when we longed for freedom and pursued our dreams, home became a kind of shackle. We grew up in rebellion, entered society, and moved towards independence step by step. We began to hate our father's mediocrity and our mother's petty civic attitude. We use the money our parents have earned to pursue our goals and see landscapes they have never seen before. However, while chasing freedom and dreams, we have forgotten the pair of parents who worked hard. They didn't complain, they didn't complain, they just silently took on the pressure of the whole family.
In the process of self-growth and improvement, we constantly see our own strengths and weaknesses, and at the same time realize the ordinariness and greatness of our parents. We begin to understand how much pain and bitterness our parents endure so that we can have a good life. We begin to reflect on our own coldness and ruthlessness, and begin to feel ashamed of our selfishness and short-sightedness. And at that moment, we really got real growth in character and mind.
Then, one day, we look at ourselves in the mirror with wide eyes and find ourselves getting older too. We begin to fear life, we begin to fear that everything around us is starting to become unfamiliar. We began to miss that once familiar, warm home. We began to yearn to return home, hoping to find peace and security in the arms of our parents. However, it dawned on us that we could not go back, that we had changed ourselves and that we had changed our homes. Our parents are also getting older and tired. Our guilt and guilt began to flood over us.
This is growth, a delicious but cruel sweetness and bitterness, which makes us understand that life is not easy, but also makes us know how to cherish and be grateful. We grow up in pain and struggle, but we also find our understanding in remorse and guilt. We understand the dedication of our parents, and we also begin to understand that only by moving forward can we overcome our inner fears and continue our journey in life.
When we finally know how to love and how to give, we truly accept the love of our parents in our hearts. We are grateful to them, but also full of regrets. Our hearts are filled with the image of our parents, their faces, their smiles, everything they leave in our hearts. At that moment, we begin to truly understand the meaning of growth and truly understand the value of home. At that moment, we began to understand that the road to growth is not always bright, but those twists and turns and difficulties are worth cherishing and remembering.
Only after all this can we truly forgive ourselves and our parents. Whatever the pain of the past, we must not forget it, because that is a testament to our growth. Looking back on the past, we have been growing and learning every step of the way. We love our parents and are loved by our parents, and that's what we give back, that's our home. The pain of growing up is our precious wealth and the light of our life. It is only through our own pain that we can find the courage in our hearts and find our way home.
The regret of growing up is the lesson of our life and the mentor of our life. It is only through our own remorse that we can face ourselves sincerely and deeply understand our parents.