At first, I thought that returning to the old house in my hometown would bring me a touch of warm warmth. However, when I stepped into the old house without my parents, I was filled with loneliness and desolation. The depression of the old house seems to silently tell the relentless erosion of the years. The once home has lost its former bustle and laughter, and has become bleak and deserted.
When I think back to my childhood, I can still remember how simple and rustic the old house was at that time. It hangs halfway up the Shonan ravine and is covered with a bark roof, the walls are made of clay, and the sun-drying flat at the entrance is also paved with mud. Whenever the grain is harvested,FatherA mat made of bamboo chips is laid out and the millet is poured out on top. Mother often complained about the old house and said that it would be repairedFatherAlways silently light a cigarette. He then goes to work in a nearby lime kiln, where the wages are relatively high. Winter,FatherI will walk a long way to the next village to help people make tables, chairs or coffins. Although making a coffin is taboo by people, butFatherBut I want to, because that means getting one more red envelope. FatherIn his spare time, he turned over several plots of land in the vicinity, turned the soil into mud bricks, and turned them over many times, and finally rebuilt the old house. The bark on the roof was replaced by tiles, and life gradually swelled with poetry. It can be said thatFatherput his life's work on building a house, for which he was also in debt of several hundred yuan. However, a few years later, someone in the village built a red brick house. FatherAfter all, the old house is not against the trend of the times, and it has become old and outdated. When I left my hometown to work in another place after graduating from junior high school, the journey home became extremely long, and the train became extremely crowded. During the Chinese New Year, buying a ticket home has also become a difficult task. Still, we had to go back to the old house to spend the holidays with our parents and enjoy our hometownScenerywithHometownof the good. However, this happiness was so short-lived. After the festival, we had to leave. FatherCarrying my luggage to the station in the township, I told them to give them a ** when I arrived at the destination, so as not to let them worry. Look backFatherDrifting away, I can't help but think of ".Eyesight"The so-called father-daughter-mother-son is just a matter of fate between you and them in this life and this life."EyesightTheir backs faded away, watching them disappear into the bend of the path. ”EyesightIt's mutual, parentsEyesightWe travel far away, and weEyesightParents are getting old. Until one day, we move on, but there is no one leftEyesight, can only be alone. Indeed,Fatherslowly grew old and passed away, and the old house lost an owner; The slope behind the old house has a pile of loess. Next, the mother is also old and has difficulty moving, so she can only go to the city to live with her children. After the door lock of the old house was hung up, it was left for more than ten years and began to rust. Only during the Qingming Festival, I would open the door of the old house, take a hoe and sickle, and go to the back of the house to worshipFatherBurial mound of loess. The old house has fallen into disrepair, eroded by wind and rain, and the traces of cooking smoke have gradually disappeared. The weeds at the doorway began to grow wildly, covering the path leading to the doorway.
When our parents were alive, we had something to rely on; With his parents gone, there was only the way to return. The old house used to be young, but the years have made it unbearable to withstand the vicissitudes of life. The departure of relatives in the old house, the separation of friends, and the strangeness of my hometown made me feel lonely and helpless. The laughter and crying that had once been spent in the old house gradually became blurred. There was a heavy atmosphere in the old house, as if time had stopped here, and I was the only one who stayed in the memory of the past.
When I returned to the old house without my parents, I really understood that this life is a way back. We go from ignorant children, to mature youth, to old adults, and eventually to the beginning. The old house is our roots and our home. Even though it is dilapidated, it still bears traces of our youth.
Returning to the old house is an opportunity to get to know yourself anew. In this quiet moment, I was able to recall the bits and pieces of my life and reflect on my own growth trajectory. And the old house has also become my inner sustenance, making me understand the importance of home, and making me cherish my current happiness even more.
Returning to the old house is also an expression of nostalgia and longing for the past. I'll rememberFatherThe diligence and hard work of repairing the old house, I think of the aroma of my mother cooking in the old house, and the laughter of my brothers and sisters playing with each other in the old house. These memories will always be cherished in my heart and become a precious treasure of my memories.
Returning to the old house is also an expression of my longing and nostalgia for my loved ones. They are gone, but their presence, their love, is still alive in my heart. I could feel their presence in the old house and feel their love for me. I will bring their love back to the real world and let them find comfort in my thoughts.
Returning to an old house without parents is a painful and sad return, but it is also an opportunity for understanding and growth. It made me understand that the journey of life is a cycle of separation and return, and the old house is the end and starting point of my return. No matter how far I've traveled, I'll eventually return to my old house, to my original way home.