A wisp of homesickness prose

What is homesickness? My understanding is my feelings and yearning for my hometown. For a long time, attachment to hometown is a constant and eternal emotion of human beings. Now I am more inclined to "homesickness is a short grave, and my mother is outside ..."

On that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, after all, it never stopped raining. Plane, train, the last person driving in the rain, just to catch up with the solar terms of that day, to see relatives. I once pursued poetry, went far away and was a stranger in a foreign land. The farther the distance, the longer the time, the more I can feel my feelings and thoughts about my hometown. I am also thinking that people who have never left their hometown have never experienced or started this complex, because their life and death and breathing have long been integrated with their hometown. After a long distance and a short time, I packed up my accumulated homesickness and put it in my luggage. In fact, every time I go back to my hometown, it seems that the end point has returned to the starting point, and I feel that life is like drawing a circle. One wish is over, and the next one begins again. So one circle after another has been drawn.

The raindrops beat on the window, and the rhythm became more and more compact. The heart seemed to step on the drum and beat more and more densely. Compared with summer, this rain can be described as gentle, but it is the most refreshing rain in this spring. The wipers kept brushing and the warm air kept blowing. "Now, the past is detailed, and the past is like smoke ..." The car CD single plays in a loop, and I know that I am not the only one who wants to break my soul on this road today. Suddenly tears welled up, and homesickness turned into drizzle.

When I arrived near the cemetery, I parked my car in the open space on the roadside, took out my wet wipes and cosmetic bag, wiped away my tears, tidied up a little, and finally put on lipstick specially to make the whole person look refreshed. Because no matter how life treats me, I only allow myself to appear in front of my mother with a capable, confident, energetic and positive attitude. I miss my mother who has been lying here alone for fifteen years, but even my dreams are rarely disturbed. I know she wants to break my mind about her from now on.

I remember that whenever I kneel at my mother's tombstone, I always want to say too much, but in the end I just said, "You take care of yourself at that end, and we will take care of each other at this end." At this moment, although this short tomb is in front of us, it is separated by yin and yang, past lives and afterlife. I really don't know when When can I see you again? I can feel that my mother's heart is as full of sadness as mine. In fact, "not missing" means "missing very much", but tears fall in my heart and there are no tears in my eyes. Because I know that acacia has become a disease. Heart disease still needs heart medicine. I have always been grateful for a word that fell in my heart. "If the hearts are together, death is not separation." At this moment, there is always a feeling that people all over the world are looking for millions of luxury goods. Only this is the best medicine to treat the sadness that my mother and I will never see each other again in my life.

When Qingming came back from sweeping the grave, he probably caught a cold, his throat seemed to be burning, and he could hardly speak. In order to get well soon, I have to lie in the hospital bed. Give intravenous drip to your left hand and send WeChat to your right hand. Colleagues send work messages, and friends send life messages. Generally work for life, but generally don't live for work. Therefore, even if a person lies in this hospital bed, he doesn't feel lonely at all. You sent two photos about your residence. A spring scene with green leaves and clear flowers after the rain, a purple sea of flowers is unfolding among the poplar forests that stand upright in the sky. Beautiful, really beautiful. Is it lavender? I didn't ask you, but I felt infinite romance and warmth, of course, not only in this painting, but also outside that painting, you know, I know. The rule of law and reason and emotion, work and life and emotion, ask, "There are two ways in the world, not to waste the Tathagata."

I watched a big bottle of yellow liquid and three small bottles of white liquid drip into my blood vessels and blend into my body. Although I feel pain, my turbid heart is instant and relaxed. The air is filled with the smell of Chinese medicine, and the shadow of my mother suffering from Chinese medicine emerges in front of me, which makes me feel how happy I am to have my mother with me. Maybe it's because the taste of this traditional Chinese medicine is full of maternal love. For a long time, I didn't think the word "bitter" was bitter. I still like things with the word "bitter", such as bitter coffee, bitter tea, bitter gourd, bitter bamboo shoots and bitter vegetables ... Lin Qingxuan said: "Tea can make good. Even if it is the aroma of a piece of tea, look for someone who knows the taste between heaven and earth! " So, are you a bitter person?

There is a big park in front of the building where my hometown lives. Somewhere in the park, there is a red sculpture, and its meaning is very eye-catching. A family of three gestures, on the left is the mother flying with her arms outstretched, and on the right is the father sitting on the ground holding up the child with both hands. Three hands are connected in the air, just like a huge word "Fu" and the name of the park "He". In the morning, standing upstairs and opening the window, the spring in my hometown is like a picture scroll unfolding slowly in front of my eyes. You see, the blue waves are rippling, the willow branches are dancing lightly, the bamboo leaves are jumping happily, not far away, pink, red and white, and a tree is bloom; Listen, there is a faint song in the distance: I have been to many places in recent years, and my closest relatives are here, my hometown. Whenever I come back to my mother happily ... at this moment, there is a feeling that you just pass by my window and my spring. Have you seen how beautiful my window is now?

In a blink of an eye, it is the return day. At the huge airport where people come and go, just before boarding the plane, I suddenly learned through the WeChat group that the old classmates who had not seen each other for more than a year were stranded here because of the plane delay. Quickly ask, "I'm at gate 242, and you?" The other party replies "214"; My first reaction is "Valentine's Day", but although the same airport has 28 wrong boarding gates, what should I do if I check the time and board the plane immediately? Watch or not watch? -Meet! There are bursts of voices in the WeChat group. So, walking in opposite directions, just met a car ferry, stopped him, got on the car and flew past. Finally meet each other, hug each other and take pictures, and freeze that moment into a permanent memory. Yes, it's as wonderful as a fairy tale, and the car ferry is like a prop prepared in advance, which makes this encounter smooth and smooth, without twists and turns and getting lost. I would like to take this opportunity to thank Master Chedu again for her selfless fulfillment. I like this kind of meeting without any intention. It feels like "just to meet you on the road".

Some people say that parting is for reunion, and the end of life will eventually be a grand parting. I remember that day, I stood under the old peach tree at the end of the park and looked up through the shadows. Suddenly I felt that my hometown was like this old peach tree, and I was more like a green leaf on the branch. Spring went to Qiu Lai, green and yellow, and finally landed in the soil of my hometown, waiting for the next reincarnation.

The last person to board the plane. The cabin door has been closed. The plane carried me away from home and into the sky. Yes, it seems that every time I go back to my hometown-I go quietly, just like coming quietly. Looking back, the clear rain, the bitter taste of medicine, the beautiful scenery of the park, the singing, the encounter, and the special you in my heart ... have already melted into a strand of homesickness and carved into my bone marrow, like clouds and shadows. How can I be taught to say goodbye?