Taste of Home

Listening to the flying wild geese in the night sky, my heart was not quiet; The flocks of wild geese, no matter how cold the wind was, fluttered their wings to the place they expected, even if they were flying against the wind, it was full of unspeakable warmth; However, I could only live in a corner of the city, unable to move back, move away and return. As far as I am concerned, my home is now the tube-shaped building and flat house of the city. No matter how tight it is, I can only curl up here and live a life in twists and turns. Even if I have thoughts in my heart, it can only be thoughts, which are, in front of the reality, it can hardly withstand a single blow. It’s not that I never thought about going back to the place at the beginning of my life. Like most people, I lived a life without any struggle with the world. But when I calmed down, I asked myself again and went back regardless of everything, how can we continue the following days? Even the skill of serving crops is becoming unfamiliar. How to dig food in the land and how to solve a lot of unavoidable problems? However, I miss the home of earth bricks and tiles very much in my heart. The reason why I use the word miss is that the old house collapsed in the bitter rain this summer, leaving only a few ruins, which makes me sad; my parents had passed away early and became a grave of loess supporting the same mountain. Even though the grass was green and green, life was silent and empty, it would only be a pain that could not be exported; I am not sure, whether it is a child in a foreign land, whether everyone has such a deep feeling, at least, I will always remember all this, every tiny scene I have experienced will be clear as before at some time. My daughter flatters me, saying that I cook a good dish, which makes her often think of the taste of starting up when she is studying in other places. She will feel the freedom and happiness of home in her mind; In my heart, it also keeps the smell of home; Although the scene at that time was not as rich as now, the smell of home accumulated by my father and mother day by day had already penetrated into my heart. I didn’t need to think carefully and squinted my eyes, it will linger around, making people enjoy endless. My father was the first one in the family to get up. As long as he opened the door, there was a smell of dry smoke spreading all over the yard; My father was an old smoker. Even when he was sick for several times, the doctor strongly urged him to give up smoking, as long as your body recovers, you will be reluctant to pick up the dry chimney. Those special smells have been engraved into my mind. If one day there is no such smell, I will feel a little embarrassed in my heart; My father likes to drink a few cups of rice wine, which is brewed from his own rice, mellow and fragrant, every time at this moment, my mother always looked at my father with smiling eyes, took a sip of the glass, and then drank it off, until the glass in my father’s hand was just put down, and then poured a full cup. In my memory, my parents also argued, quarreled and even fought with each other. However, the life of the family went forward all the way in these stumbles. My mother always cooks the fresh dishes so that they are full of color and fragrance, which makes the greedy insects in her little belly turn left and right. Although the life is awkward, it does not prevent my mother from serving us delicious food every day, I ate the firewood rice cooked by my mother, drank some sweet rice wine brewed by her during the Spring Festival, and ate a small handful of osmanthus sugar fried chestnut in the Mid Autumn of August. The days were very real, our small arms and legs are becoming stronger and stronger. Finally, they are springing up like mushrooms. We look at our father’s and mother’s eyes, and we clearly have full of hope. It is because of those hopes, we traveled all the way, leaving our home behind us. The farther we went, the harder we wanted to look back. It was not easy. However, many smells of the home concerned would be clear to our hearts. When we were lonely, it is absolutely the holy medicine for healing wounds. Our ignorance and mischievousness stole the age of our parents. Our world is different from each other, which only adds their concern. When the blue silk turns into Frost hair, when the appearance can’t resist the wind and smoke grows old, in our hearts, but there are some tangles, empty and some helpless words are not thorough! Because at the end of the new year, many people have the desire to return home. I also miss the smell of home in such an atmosphere. Although these smells have been branded in my heart for a long time, when I recall them, it still makes people look forward to and sigh with emotion; If at this time, we can still taste the firewood rice my mother lived in, and how comfortable it would be for the family to sit together and have a drink with my father, what is sighing is that there is no repetition, and there is nothing to think about. But I always remember the scenes I have experienced and the long taste of life. Like (prose editor: prose online) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. 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Meditation

The world is too busy, noisy environment, noisy crowd, everything is so beautiful, I just put on a smile. My smile is wanton, my words are stirring, my cells are shouting, but my heart is ups and downs. My heart is running on the deserted path, with a quiet smile. Life is in a hurry. I just need to be myself, listen to myself quietly and listen to the world. Now I can be calm, so long ago? I was so impetuous and restless that the world seemed to be lively, standing like a city wall in my world, and finally collapsed and broken. I am so impetuous, conceited, looking up at a very high place, but accidentally fell very painful, very painful. I am so impetuous that I stick to my own point of view for yes and interrupt others’ words, which is a mess of mistakes. On the road of life, I was just pursuing my dream. I kept running, but lost my original goal. I saw my messy pace without rhythm, and my impetuous pace without stop. I lost my calmness. In front of the huge reality, I was powerless again. Memory is like yesterday. When everything calmed down, my heart also began to be clear. My passion of youth, but lost my reason, blindly pursuing, lost myself in desolation. I am vain about my achievements. Life is actually simple. I know I want too much, but I have no plans. Finally, these seemingly solid walls are tofu residue projects. I know modesty and prudence are the magic weapon of my life. I can remove vanity and calm down. There are too many things in life, so why should I care too much about gain and loss? It’s just simple. Life seems to be long, but it is also finished in a trance. Every immaturity and experience is worth treasuring. Life is very simple, calm down and feel. Summer is hot, autumn is withered, winter is cold, and spring recovers. I can’t say that season is good, that season is bad. In fact, as long as you enjoy quietly, there is a beauty in it. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…