Every festive season, I am always a wanderer... I know, I'll never go back...
I woke up at night unable to sleep, tossing and turning.
As the year draws to a close, I miss my relatives more and more, and I miss my parents who have died many years ago. My hometown is a hundred miles away from the county where I work, and when my parents are there, the number of times I go home is naturally more. My parents are gone, and now I only go home once or twice a year, all to go back to my parents' graves. Every time I go home, I can't express my emotions, but I miss my deceased relatives more and more.
I feel that in previous years, my life was busy, I didn't filial piety to my parents, and now when my days are better, my parents are gone. I didn't dare to think about it, and when I thought about it too much, I was silently crying in my heart. Adoptive parents know the grace of their parents.
Three years ago, in the summer, after a storm, relatives in my hometown called to say that the east gable of the old house was showing signs of collapse.
Then I found the village construction team to repair it, and it cost a total of 2,000 yuan.
Later, when I told my aunt about it, she had to pay for it. At her repeated insistence, I transferred her WeChat to my money. I know she also has her own nostalgia, her parents are gone, and the old house has become our only thought. Here are our childhoods, traces of how we grew up day by day, memories of childhood. There are persimmon trees, poplar trees that parents have worked so hard to plant... There are memories left to us by parents who have worked hard all their lives.
The old house is still there.
Our youth is gone.
The older people get, the more nostalgic they get.
(The photos of the phone after the house was repaired are gone.) Looked for a few photos before the repair. ）
The first time to make a headline, let's leave it at that.
