The Southern Song Dynasty poet Qiu Wanqing once left a poem "The old house is on the side for a long time, and it is appropriate to talk about the crutches", describing the desolation and leaning of the old house, giving people boundless thoughts. Life is like a dream, and when we return to the old house without parents, we will realize the fragility and impermanence of life. The old house in our hometown is not only the place of memory where we grew up, but also carries the flow of time and the depth of family affection. Let's walk into this journey of memories together to perceive that profound life experience.
Back in the ravine of Shonan, the old house hangs halfway up the mountainside, the roof is covered with traces of the vicissitudes of time, and the mud walls reveal the mottled age of the years. FatherWork hard for the family all your life, just to sublimate the old house into a symbol of home. Every brick and tile is a testimony of his hard work. With the passage of time, the rise of red brick houses has made the old houses look old and undecrepit, exuding a helpless and decadent atmosphere. FatherThe love of the parents is spread out on every inch of the old house, until it is interpreted into an epic song of time flow.
The parents are getting old, the family is traveling far away, and the old house seems empty. In the long journey of life, we come and go with our parents, but when parting comes, only the endless love in the bottom of our hearts remains. The ancients said: "Parents are here, there is still a place to come; Parents go, only the way back. "When parents walk into the end of the years, what is left behind is not only the deserted back of the old house, but also the eternal return in our hearts. The love and teachings of our parents are like the solid walls of an old house, holding up the sky where we grow up and guiding the direction of our lives.
When our parents leave, life is like a homecoming, teaching us to face the reality of birth, old age, sickness and death. Looking back on life with interest, we gradually realized that life, family, affection and bloodline are all inescapable of returning. From the farewell of parents to the farewell of children, mutual support and watchfulness on the journey of life constitute a brilliant chapter on the way home. Memory is a way back, love is a way back, blood is a way back, in the cycle of years, we realize the endless meaning of life.
The return of life is not static, but continues to be interpreted in change and change. Only in the face of the passage of time and the gradual distancing of family affection will we cherish the time and interpersonal relationships in front of us more. The love of parents is the greatest gift in life, and their departure reminds us to cherish the happiness in front of us and cherish every moment of togetherness. Life is like a way home, let us be grateful when we return, embrace love and warmth, perceive those profound fragments of life, and let them be pieced together into a complete picture of life.