Long-distance love, I gave myself a home, but it became my parents' eternal concern.

I still remember the first time I came to Beijing after graduation. It was the first time I left home by train. Because I have too many illusions and expectations about the future and the outside world, at the moment when the train started, I felt that my dream had set off with me. My heart is full of longing and excitement, ignoring my parents' disappointment and worry. I never thought that a stranger who just arrived here could get married in the imperial city.

My husband is my first love, and my family are worried about the age of my child's puppy love, so I can always stay out of it. So when I talk to my parents about making friends, they have mixed feelings. I am glad that I can find emotional sustenance at the best age, but I am also worried that people who are naive and inexperienced will encounter emotional twists and turns. I know their worries, saying that no matter how I don't take people back to the customs, I can't dispel their concerns.

During the National Day holiday of the following year, we went back to our hometown to meet our parents. My parents have already prepared my favorite meals and snacks, and asked my husband's dietary preferences in advance. They always assured me that they would not be hasty in choosing the other half of their lives. After dinner, my husband and father talked about work, and my mother and I cleaned up the kitchen. I joked, "Mom, how are you? Are you satisfied with being your son-in-law? " My mother smiled and answered me, "It's good to be good to you!" " I still remember this sentence now, and my heart is much more practical, because I am married far away, and they can worry less!

After a short reunion, we are going to start again. Every time I come back from my hometown during the Spring Festival, my parents will send me to the station, rain or shine. This time, I didn't, because I was not alone with someone. I was entrusted with my future life. They were very obedient this time and told us to be careful on the road. When I called, my silent father told her husband to take good care of his daughter. Suddenly I feel that my parents are really old and treat my baby daughter as an adult.

Perhaps it is to suppress the tears that are about to flow out, not to make parting too sad, and not to make children too embarrassed. They took a taxi back this time. Before I got to the station, their mother called me and told me to take care of myself, not to be willful, and to know how to manage my feelings. It seems that I didn't dare to say too much just now, and I was afraid that the scene of parting could not control my emotions. After all, I have a good home. My parents are my parents. They can dispel all selfish thoughts. It seems that the perfection of this life is to see you happy.

With my own family and distance, I have less and less time to go home. Every time I see an old man about the same age as my parents in the park, I think of my parents far away. They have worked hard for me all my life, but I seldom get the company of my children in my later years. I think as a daughter, I am selfish. For my future and my family, I will leave without hesitation. I never understood the loneliness of my parents in their later years. How can I enjoy my old age without my children? If you marry far away, you will really leave home more and more.

I called home on Father's Day, and my mother said that my father had gone out and that my old colleague's puppy didn't want to be kept for my father to hug. Father doesn't like dogs, so it seems that the old man feels too quiet and it is really unpleasant to find a job to kill time for himself.

I have read too many articles about marrying a distant woman, describing all kinds of sorrows of marrying a distant woman, but my biggest helplessness is to give up my family. It is said that parents love their children for nothing, but it is my endless kindness in this life.

To marry far away is to stay away from home. You raised me, but I can't accompany you to the old age!