Parents still have a place in life, and parents can only go home if they live.

Parents still have a place in life, and parents can only go home if they live! This sentence comes from the writer Bi Shumin's work "Filial Piety is priceless". This sentence means: when parents are alive, there is still a place to go, you can go home and see your parents; With parents gone, home can only be called hometown, because the people we care about most are gone. This sentence mainly tells us how filial parents should be when they are alive. Don't wait until "the son has to raise and the relatives are not there" to regret it. Parents' love is the most selfless, no matter how old we are, or seven-foot men. My favorite food is handmade noodles made by my mother, and what I miss most is sitting on the beam of my bike. When I was a child, I was the baby in my parents' hands. Even now, I am still my parents' favorite person.

Tell a short story. My father works as a sanitation worker in the city. Two days ago, I returned to my hometown from Shanghai. Father took out three packs of deformed cigarettes from the drawer. He said, "What do you think of these packs of cigarettes?" I pretended to be calm and took it and said to my father, "The most expensive cigarette is more than 20 yuan. It's not as good as Xiao Su. Keep it for yourself. " He said, "Here you are. I am used to smoking this. " Then he took out a "scattered flower" from his coat pocket.

My father has been an old smoker for decades. He wants two packs of cigarettes almost every day, but whenever someone gives him something good, he won't give it to me. Tell me about me. I have worked in Shanghai for many years and have seen the world. Seriously, the best cigarette he gave me was only a pack of 50 yuan. Although I am not a young man who has never seen the world, although I work in Shanghai, he still enjoys it. Every time I go home, he will give me a long-cherished "good cigarette".

What moves me most when I mention this is the most selfless love of parents for their children. No one in this world can love me more than my parents.

However, I am away from home all the year round, and the number of times I go home a year is very few.

Going home is my happiest thing.

Parents are here, and life is still there. Because there is concern in my heart, because it is also my favorite. Going home for the Spring Festival every year is the most important thing for me. I can't sleep all day for a ticket home. I don't want to drink tea, eat, work or do anything, and even the leaders can't help it. I didn't put my heart into my stomach until I bought a ticket to go home. Although I am in my thirties, I still feel like a child when I get home. I'm not doing anything. It's not that I won't do it, but that my parents won't let me do it anyway. I also like eating delicious food, chatting with my parents and enjoying it.

I also know that you can't have your cake and eat it, but I really don't want to leave home when my parents are getting old. But for grandiose reasons, I once again set foot on a distant train. So we are all looking forward to my next home.

When parents are away, home becomes hometown.

It's really hard to imagine that if my parents are gone, there is nothing left for me at home. If we wait until one day, our home will probably become our hometown. Without care and expectation, home, like other places I have been, has left endless thoughts.