I never felt the care and warmth

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  parents almost overnight become old. First, his father suffered a severe emphysema, constant coughing and breathing, an injection medication to relieve symptoms but not fundamentally remove the root cause. Breath able to come up sometimes, it may be his life; followed by the mother suffering from sudden cerebral hemorrhage, after ten days of the rescue, finally saved a life, but equally serious consequences to her paraplegic in a wheelchair and can only be kang had spent her later life.
  parents live in the countryside, past the young parents, they rarely ask me to go home, fear of affecting my work. And now, as my son. I do not know how many of the year has been minor to go back to visit them. In this way, home to re-enter my field of vision, but also re-entered my life. Home contact me and resumed.
  many familiar details of life and the content not only to recover in my memory, but became a reality. Whose children, marriage, and someone's parents passed away,doudoune moncler pas cher, the villagers have timely notice of me, and I'm always the case at the time permits, try to attend. One is to join in, the second is lively with everyone, feel the breath of his hometown; third and the villagers took the opportunity to Lara relations,moncler quincy, sets of cotton, so that people do not forget me home. We speak the native dialect, asking each other's lives, parents in the short, right and wrong, someone made a fortune, and someone's misfortune, and how this year's harvest, the family in mind. I laugh with them, with the sigh. At the same time, I work with them to drink, drunk together. Folks toast to me, and I drank a toast to the villagers, almost twilight when I saw wearing a big red coat, wearing a large red flowers,abercrombie & fitch, the same as the angel came down into the door of the bride; see the smile on the groom and the new look of fascinated grandfathers and grandmothers took the smile of relief, my heart had heat in an impulse, I never felt the care and warmth, I feel I know each other and the home is so, so too can not let go. Home birth to me, I was home and alive.
  Slowly, I am already lost a lot of things back, my body always has an earthy flavor. Wheat maturity, I went back home you can smell the smell of June. Violent sun, a morning on the wheat from green to yellow. Jimmy cooked a noon, which is spoken farmers. As a result, agricultural people wearing straw hat, bent away from the sun to the summer back home. This life was my life. I have the big drops of sweat rolled down a large drop in the field, I find that dark skin is the mark of that period. Is such a life, so I understand why the land is nourished out of sweat, why is the golden wheat grow from the earth, white flour and grow from the earth, like works of art like the flower from the earth steamed grow,abercrombie fitch france, the yellow skin of the Chinese people grow from the earth, and finally normalized with loess.
  August, I came back. Under the moonlight, along the ridge I sniffed the fragrance of corn, hard corn leaves scratched my arm, the foot of the ditch like a long thread, the light shining crystal, put put cried, cheerful flowing. Happy little worms called chirp nonstop narrative with his own love; tweeter is bouncing around like a toad live your carnival. In this refreshing silence of the night, is home to embrace me into it, I smell the fresh, simple, pure taste of the countryside.
  twelfth lunar month, I came back. A winter snow covered the whole earth,abercrombie et fitch, into a white world of fairy tales. Only trees in the village of black twigs exaggerated stretch in all directions, constitute a unique landscape. White under the eaves, a heavy one year farmers began their romance, to the poetry of the season. Their side of the busy New Year,giubbotti moncler, the women prepared fresh clothes, the men prepare a variety of eating; the other side finishing with thoughts, preparing a poetry. Because the door of the couplets of the. When every household in the yard when the floating meaty wine, red scrolls on the language of a poem posted on the door to the. All the hopes of farmers, the ideal must be understood through two lines of the couplet as expressed in words,giubbotto moncler, when the farmer is a poet, they used the clumsy hands to create the most romantic life.
  However, life is too much the same frustration. When rich people laid-back feeling loud noise at home, the taste of spring, table was sumptuous food and wine, his wife's face filled with spring, home enjoyable. The Pepsi people ring true, although to cover the inconvenience to attack, but his face the color and the cold winter is no different. Men will be helpless to a dishonest, stealing, gambling or alcohol. Many people indulge himself at this time. So in the sound of my wife snapped the new year began. Although close to the door couplets, firecrackers also put down the dumplings. Always felt that the sound of firecrackers can be some shortness of breath, like someone's home confidently. Alas, a poor word to the brutal exposure of the human eyes. And this time the home has long been immersed in the hazy drunk in, actually seemed so vague to meet the helpless.
  back home each time, first of all to meet my warm greetings to their parents. Although frail, like a father to use the tools for too long, fall apart at any time possible. Mother spoke not so flexible, but they are still being, every detail of life in his inquiry into, the tone, just like with a baby in arms, as if all his son would not be assured. Of course, their greetings, you can not truthfully answer all, some very wishful thing, to be forever hidden in his heart, otherwise you will be able to feel the pressure of a stone in the face of aging parents and heart.
  Just at this time, his father's condition suddenly worsened in April this year, the age of sixty-year-old father in pain or illness in the family forever. Village people like me come sorrowfully to send his father out of the village land in yellow. Nine feet deep in a cave on the land became his new home, he was lying quietly underground, and he played a lifetime of integrated land. When playing the new tomb turned out under the soil from the surface when the smell of a fresh soil spread out moments, the excitement I Xuemaibizhang, generous desolate. I could not help but winced, Is this the vesting of all of us it? It is such a pro-a divided? Loess is the home acts as such a role? Are you in this manner to their children and wandering away from home into your arms it? I can not help much sadness, horror. When a shovel a shovel in the loess fill it and eventually became a usually round and bright yellow mound, I am from the pores of the home had a deep hatred. Home to me all the best over the past suddenly disappears, leaving only sadness and pain.
  after his death, feelings of husband and wife had each other to make the mother suddenly lost the spirit of relying on the mother's mood is very low, she always felt his life is about to come to an end. One day, the whole family eating together, the mother eating eating tears roll down, and finally could not suppress crying. We ask what good are you crying? Mother has not stop crying, finally live sound, before choking back tears, said: sister quickly said: shook his head: Sitting next to me, and touched lovingly, a surge of heat in my heart, could not hold back the tears.
  Yes ah, if the day his mother passed away, in spite of a thousand reasons to return home, but which I can free access to the courtyard, which I can not just drive up and down Tukang, where a mother ramble concerns, where there is unfettered family atmosphere. A mother in this village and have my copy, I was in this village. A mother, here is my home, I can come out anytime, anywhere. A mother, I could eat a bowl of hot noodles, have a warm winter and the warm blanket Tukang mother she would never hold anything against me, when she is welcome to sons from the heart this house. Mother, if I were a kite, kite-flying mother is the person standing on the ground,moncler quincy pas cher, no matter where the kite drifting, drift far away, as long as the mother gently pulled, the kite will return to the place it took off, this place is home , and the mother is the bridge connecting me and home. If that day the mother is gone, this line will cut off the outside, the children became drift Fei Xu, wandering from home to become real. He is not home. Without parents, there is no home. Wandering and the parents are blood relatives, wandering, and also the blood of the parents home with their parents how deep emotions, and their hometown of a number of deep, parents are home, home is the parents.
  everyday we said home, what home? I say, home is the mother lived in the little room, home to the mother's heart!
  I work in the body, every New Year, will ask some old comrades not to return home to see. Some people would say, has nothing loved ones at home, and back muscle. Some people also add: I envy you, each able to go home to see his mother. Had heard these words, I was very young, with disapproval of the smile, no response. And now I hear people say these words, there is a deep feeling, and suddenly wanted to cry meal for themselves, but also for all the world who have lost parents.
  young, the concept of home is very light, each home visit for me is a great mental burden, I always create all kinds of reasons not to stall the parental home. And now, with age, hometown feeling of attachment has become increasingly concentrated, but fortunately his mother still, I have reason to go home, I'll take the opportunity to see his mother, and home a lot of close intimacy. Because I know that if one day the mother is really gone, when I sent the mother away, I will break the link and hometown, the home will only remain in my heart again.相关的主题文章：


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