The laughter and laughter of the Spring Festival gradually drifted away, and we embarked on the road to leave our hometown again. Every parting is for a better reunion, but who can say that at the moment of parting, there is no reluctance and emotion in my heart? Especially when the trunk of the car is stuffed to the brim, every one is the taste of home, and every one is the love of relatives.
I believe that many people, like me, drive home during the Spring Festival. If not for anything else, just for the native products of that hometown. You say that online shopping is so developed now, why can't you buy it? But the taste of hometown is so unique and irreplaceable. No, when I went home for the Spring Festival this year, the trunk of my car was "occupied" again.
In the middle of the night, like thieves, we took advantage of the dead of night to start moving things into the car. Dried sweet potatoes, glutinous rice cakes, fried fish, eggs, bacon, ......There are also all sorts of produce that I can't name. It seems that the whole excitement and festivity of the Spring Festival have been packed into this small trunk.
Among them, the one that touched me the most was the dried sweet potatoes that my mother dried by herself. She knew that I had loved this since I was a child, so she kept the best for me. Although it seems a bit suspicious of "smashing the dog" (the hardness of the dried sweet potatoes dried by my mother is indeed comparable to that of a brick), this heart is more precious than anything else. When the time comes, it will be steamed soft, eaten in the mouth, and sweet in the heart.
There is also a small handful of dried bananas and ginger candy given by my mother-in-law, although the number is not much, but each slice reveals her care and concern for us. That large pot of fried dried fish is a beautiful implication of more than every year. In our place, the Chinese New Year is inseparable from fish, which symbolizes surplus and affluent life every year.
Of course, the most embarrassing thing for me was when I took the elevator. Every time, I feel like a thief, for fear of meeting my neighbors, and that large pile of agricultural products is like "showing off" our harvest. In fact, my heart is more grateful and happy, grateful for the gifts of relatives, and happy in this strong human touch.
After the Spring Festival, looking at the local products piled up like a hill at home, my heart is full of steadfastness and warmth. These are not only food, but also the transmission of family affection, the taste of hometown, and our yearning and pursuit of a better life.
What I want to say is that no matter how we go, no matter how we live, we should not forget this love and concern from our hometown. Because this love is our most solid backing and our warmest harbor. So, cherish every gift from your hometown, because they are priceless.
Dear friends, are you going home for the Spring Festival the same as me? Doesn't the large and small bags of souvenirs also make you feel both happy and embarrassed? Feel free to leave a message in the comment area to share your stories! Let's feel this love from our hometown together!