always in the face of difficulties or setbacks, always full of the tired, extremely frustrating, but not, think of home, I would like to return to the simple but warm the most. There are dear father and mother, my mother's smiling face, my father's words relieved me enough to heal enough to let me forget all the joys and sorrows of the journey. At home, there is no timetable, no alarm clock, the family used to Richuerzuo, and not on income. The downtown is no noise in the big city life of the people will never know that the world can be as quiet. No high-rise buildings, vehicles and not crowded in a hurry whereabouts. Some dog cock, and the sparrow alive, Heiwa brick cottage, Chun Shu's house in the autumn wind swept after a bald Zhiya. A black night of the village, especially the faint light cloud. As the evening, had dinner with three light Zhangping Jing face, particularly the atmosphere of harmony. Dinner might be a pot of left-or a pot of noodles, floating on the surface of the courtyard homes is kind of out of vegetables, cooking is its own kind of squeeze of the peanut oil, fragrant, is the world's unique Delicious.
for many years, I have always remembered this evening, this dinner, the family's vegetable species, their types of peanuts to make peanut oil squeeze of the dishes, and her mother cook the noodles by hand. A few years ago, I went to the South, a man adrift, go to work everywhere. Every evening, Wanjiadenghuo, my heart is always empty. Sometimes from the outside back door open, the opportunity to moonlight infiltrated the room was very cold feeling. No matter how hard and lonely, I have always insisted on the. In those days, I learned to bear in the face of a person from the ups and downs, learning a strong person. Every time the difficulties encountered, the smiling mother, father and simple words, like a cure-all, every time I find the courage to face life, even if the pace of hard marching, like a snail, but slowly Slow forward.
life the best of their youth, have been pronto Yuan Shi. Such as duckweed days, I always sway in the wind, not retreat in the face of distress, I can not even struggling with the escape. Will not be disappointed because the pious and letting go of the hope that any efforts to pay off. I include. No matter how embarrassed I am, no matter how failure of the mother's smile has surfaced in my mind, my father has been relieved of discourse around the glimmering in the ear.
this season, is already late autumn, the intense cold rain in the cold wind always comes late at night. Seems to be ahead of the winter came to mind. This season, I did lie very close to home, but the centrifugal far. While tomorrow's a long way to go, very rugged. At least I feel the warmth of family ties. My heart is my family a warm light, the orange ring, can warm the entire atrium. I know that the way forward and then lost, will never forget the direction of home.