The idea of going back to my mother's house

As far as I can remember, the first time I went back to my mother's house was about twenty years ago, when I was a child. Every time my family holds a wedding, Aunt Lian Feng will come to our house to be the chef, and my mother will sit in front of the big stove to make a fire, and sometimes she will help her aunt, handing bowls and spoons, talking and laughing. At that time, there was no kitchen equipment such as electric cookers, rice cookers, gas stoves and induction cookers at home, and cooking could only burn a large pot. Cooking requires someone to sit in front of the stove all the time and keep adding firewood to the stove, so cooking is also called "burning fire".

? At that time, I thought that Aunt Lian Feng was visiting relatives in our house. How can she make a fire? I remember Aunt Lian Feng said, "I would like to light a fire when I go to my parents' house! "Cooking with fire is my specialty. I am happy to light a fire for my family! " As she spoke, she kept turning over the dishes in the pot with a spatula. The flames in the stove came out slowly, perhaps because of the high temperature, reflecting her aunt's face, rosy and moist, and everything was very satisfied and practical. I thought to myself, "I used to burn it when I left my mother's house." I don't want to set fire! Light a fire, the firewood is gray and the bottom of the pot is gray. I don't know where to wipe. My face, hands and body are all dirty. " At that time, I really couldn't understand menstruation's mind. ?

I remember when I was a child, I used to make bean paste at home every year. That day, just like New Year's Day, the whole family went out, big and small, and it didn't end until early morning. Of course, lotus phoenix is indispensable. She is also the chef, standing in front of the pot and constantly burning bean cakes. She is skilled, fast and accurate in ironing. She didn't fail. The bean cake she threw out was round, thin and fragrant, and spread on the back of the dustpan like a pile of arhats. There are not five or six round bean cakes, big brother and second brother. I will take them out of the kitchen and put them on them in turn. Dad sat in front of the stove and kept stuffing firewood into it. That baking strength is no ordinary baker! I saw my father's face covered with sweat. Where's mom? I vaguely remember that she seemed to be changing her aunt's rest, and she came to iron bean cakes. Because she is tall, my mother burns easily.

I still remember that after cooking bean paste, my sister ate several bowls. I don't remember how many bowls now, except that she couldn't turn over in bed. I slept with her. I slept in her. She put her hand over her stomach and said, "Don't touch my stomach!" " Ha ha. . . . . . Although so many years have passed, what she said still rings in my ears.

I can't count the memories of my childhood!

After marriage, I will go back to my mother's house every year when it is inappropriate. My mother's house is next to Jiurui Highway, get off at the gate. When I walk to the intersection, my sister-in-law will greet me kindly every time she sees me: "Jiao Ri (nickname), come back?" A word asked me a warm current in my heart I want to visit my relatives elsewhere, and people ask, "Are you there?" Only when you leave your family will your family use the word "back"! Family, family, where there is a mother is home. No matter where the daughter goes, parents can't rest assured. No matter where children go, they can't give up their concern for their parents! My mother's home is the hometown where I was born and raised. And my parents, brothers and sisters who care about my life. This is my forever home!

When they got home, the whole family was as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade. Greeting each other, talking about work or new things, chatting at home, catching up, it's not bad.

Although I go to my parents' home every Spring Festival, as long as I don't go back to my parents' home for a month, I feel uneasy and often feel depressed and homesick. When you get older, your mentality will be different! Seeing that the younger generation has grown taller and got married, I am full of sighs about the passage of time. Especially when I see my parents' white hair on their temples and stumbling, I always say to myself, "The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind will not stop, and the child wants to raise it, but not close." Yes, when parents are alive, we children must care more about the elderly, be considerate of them and visit them more. As long as our parents want to eat and wear whatever they want, we have an obligation to be filial to them when they are old and weak.

Now think about it, in fact, the hearts of daughters in the world are the same. Whether it's my aunt, me, or a married daughter like my aunt and me, we have the same feelings for our parents, and we are also eager to return to them. Mother's family is our common root. No matter where we go, the bride's family is haunted by all married girls, and going back to the bride's family is always the strongest and heaviest plot in our hearts!

Life, flowing is the years, leaving behind memories. Children are always children in the eyes of parents. Therefore, every time I go back to my mother's house, no matter how old I am, I am still a teenager!