Theme Prose of Going Home for the New Year

When the Spring Festival comes, we will all go back to our hometown for the New Year. How do we feel during the Spring Festival? The following is my carefully prepared composition with the theme of going home for the New Year. You can refer to the following!

Going home for the New Year 1 Going home for the New Year is a very simple sentence, but it is the expectation of many wanderers for one year. Of course, this also includes those students who are studying abroad.

I have been talking for a long time and want to go back to my hometown to see my parents and relatives who care about us. I thought about how many days and nights, all we can do is a pot of turbid wine and then silently bless and miss it in our hearts.

Looking up, I found that it was moonlight and sank again, and I suddenly remembered home. How many parents miss their distant children all the year round?

I remember how much we liked Chinese New Year when we were young. We have new clothes to wear, lucky money to take, and many delicious and fun things, and we don't have to worry about whether our homework has been finished. Now I am looking forward to the Chinese New Year, but it is only a short reunion, so I can talk with my parents and relatives. At the same time, how afraid we are, afraid of the expectant eyes of our parents, especially afraid of seeing their black hair turn white or even fall off. Although I know that no one is old, I always feel sad when I see the wrinkles on my parents' faces and the black hair that turns white gradually.

Once upon a time, we left them for study and work. Have we ever experienced the loneliness in our parents' hearts through their expectant eyes? There are many tears of expectation hidden in the depths full of smiles. From kindergarten, primary school, middle school, university and even work, parents are full of expectations for us all the time, but we let them down again and again. Even on the annual "New Year's Eve Reunion Night", there are always some people who don't go home under various excuses. How can they stand it?

A year's wait, an annual reunion. In anticipation, we passed year after year and grew up gradually, but our parents were old. It is said that "children look forward to the New Year and parents are afraid of it", but now it has become "parents look forward to the New Year more than children". In fact, parents are not looking forward to the Spring Festival, but the annual reunion.

Twenty-three, honeydew melon is sticky; Twenty-four, housing Tomb-Sweeping Day; Twenty-five, frozen tofu; Twenty-six years old ... When I was a child, I often heard the older generation chanting like this. I am also looking forward to it. I hope my children can go home early for the Spring Festival. Even if I go home and do nothing, I just play mahjong, play cards and wander around all day, but as long as I have you around, my parents always smile.

Firecrackers, New Year's Eve, mahjong, poker, tea and snacks are all available. Only parents are still looking forward to the reunion. And when the time of reunion comes, they are always as excited as children and busy taking care of them.

Everyone must have had this experience. Perhaps this phenomenon is still widespread. "When I go home in the New Year, my parents laugh. When I leave in the first month, my parents stop laughing and even quietly wipe their tears." My parents are old and my health is not as strong as before. They need children's company, just as we used to need parents' company.

Go home for the New Year. When you get home, don't just play cards for fun, but also take some time to chat with your parents, just as your parents often talked to you when you were young.

Going home for the New Year, from the twelfth lunar month to the twelfth lunar month, the air suddenly smells of New Year. The atmosphere of the New Year is getting stronger every day, and men, women and children are talking about all kinds of interesting things about the New Year. Personality is a person who lives outside all the year round and plans to go home for the New Year. Making a living is a big deal, chasing gold and dreams is also a big deal, and going home for the New Year is even more important.

Like birds, these men and women left their native land, lived and worked in a foreign land, and had to start an annual migration. This migration is similar to that of finches flying south. No matter how tired and bitter, no matter how far the journey is, you can't stop going home; Wind and rain, no matter how far away the country pass, can't quench the long-awaited enthusiasm in my heart.

Going home for the New Year is a long wait, a pent-up desire, and a spiritual comfort after a year of wandering. Walking too long, drifting too far, struggling too tired, and being depressed too hard, going home for the New Year can just shake off the burden on your shoulders, have a good sleep in a thick home atmosphere, be able to open your heart, say what you want to say, do what you want to do, live a real life, hold the thick days just right, and wave your feelings and love in your heart. Going home for the New Year is to reunite with family members, that is, to gather relatives and friends from all over the world and gather brothers and sisters under the wings of their parents; Parents are pleased, couples are happy, children are happy, and families are happy!

The traditional year in China has given people many indescribable time charms. When we live together, sometimes we really lose some deep-rooted and distant hopes, and even we can't help it. The new year has become a centripetal force, active in everyone's heart, and with the flow of time, it will produce irresistible cohesion. Therefore, in every New Year's reunion, people show affection, friendship, affection, marriage affection, and affection of children, which is why we are separated again, parted again, waited again, and expected again. The Spring Festival has become a link and medium, or an opportunity and motivation for Wan Li to trudge to one place. It is precisely because of the separation again and again that we are filled with joy when we meet again and again, and it is precisely because of the long-awaited reunion again and again that people have too many unforgettable memories of life and time. Zhuzi's ci group

Every year, Spring Festival travel rush is questioned and criticized by different voices because of overcrowding. Even so, every year at the peak of Spring Festival travel rush, there are so many people who resolutely set foot on the road to return home, regardless of the congestion, hard-to-find ticket and long journey. The voice of doubt and criticism only pays attention to the huge pressure caused by the rolling of people, but ignores or at least pays insufficient attention to it. During the Chinese New Year, many people who make a living outside the home are attached to their hometown, nostalgic for their homeland, persistent at home, dependent on and yearning for their families. Today's cities are inseparable from these groups, but these groups may not really be integrated into urban life. In their minds, the city is still someone else's city, and the local accent, nostalgia and customs in the bones still retain the imprint of the country. It is natural to go home for the New Year. It seems that only by returning to that world can we be truly comfortable and truly calm; Wealth is not necessarily the primary factor, but more importantly, the relaxation of body and mind, that is, familiarity and randomness in slang.

It is a common saying to have money to go home for the New Year, and it is also a kind of self-comfort for people who travel abroad. In many people's minds, there is such a concept that where is home, where is the root, and going home for the New Year is also a fundamental recognition and review of yourself. To be a man, you must not forget your roots. The so-called water is active, trees have roots, and people should have their own roots. Going home for the New Year is, to some extent, the image expression of this fundamental understanding.

Now there are many people who, for various reasons, stay at work and study places and can't go home for the New Year. This is not to say that they have no desire to go home and have no such idea. It is indeed because of the limitations of conditions that they have to make such a decision. In their hearts, how could they not have the idea of going home for the New Year? They, like most people, don't want to embark on that lingering road to return home anyway. Qi's word formation

Going home for the New Year is a folk custom and a cultural complex. Home and relatives are eternal themes, and new flavors and new artistic conception will be derived every year.

Going home for the New Year with homesickness 3 Going home for the New Year with homesickness has entered the cold winter, and the atmosphere of the New Year in the ancient city of Xining has gradually become stronger. At this moment, going home for the New Year has become my expectation year after year. Staring at the snowflakes flying outside the window, turning over the desk calendar on the table, I can't wait to lift the day to the New Year's Eve, so as to clean up the hard work and thoughts of the year. Leave endless work, take my wife and children with sincere filial piety, and rush to the small village in the native land, to the hot land where I was born and raised, and to the warm embrace of my loving mother.

It has been more than twenty years since I left my hometown of Rainbow and traveled around the city. Whenever I go home for the New Year in the twelfth lunar month, this heavy plot in my heart is like an altar of fragrant old highland barley wine. Homesickness sings gently in my blood in a flowing way, adding a touch of pain that I want to heal but can't heal.

I was born in a beautiful small village in Tuxiang. In my memory, in the twelfth lunar month, the strong flavor of the year hung over the countryside. The excitement of killing pigs and sheep is one after another, making oil cakes, frying dumplings, putting up couplets and hanging lanterns ... The air is brewing with the smell of the year and the smell of the earth.

Deep in my memory, "If you have money, you will spend the New Year bareheaded". No matter how hard it is, you have to kill pigs. A family kills pigs, and the whole village is lively. At three or four o'clock in the afternoon, the children are busy inviting people to eat meat in the west of the village. If there are no people, they will be sincerely invited the next day or the third day. If there is a nursing home, it will also send a bowl. Every family pays homage to each other, and it's really a way to entertain guests if they are not drunk. Although drinks are only cheap drinks, all friendships are condensed in drinks, and all contradictions and estrangements in the past are dissolved in the rhetoric of "deep feelings, stuffy mouth, shallow feelings, licking". The strong flavor of the year continued until February 2.

Once upon a time, the feeling of "the taste of the year has faded" not only in the city, but also spread to my hometown I miss. In addition to family ties, there are temptations on the tip of the tongue, unique local food, unique old customs, the never-fading taste of New Year's Eve dinner, and laughter among neighbors. For more than ten years, it has become a deep homesickness that I can't solve when I wander around downtown.

In my childhood memory, "I slaughtered the deaf (sheep) on the winter solstice and the blind child (pig) on Laba". Qinghai proverbs have become the expectation of children in their hometown. Every winter solstice, the village will be filled with a little sweet oil-pressed cake, fried rice and glutinous rice to celebrate the harvest and reunion. After the "winter solstice" of reunion, the village will start to get busy. Laba porridge also enriches the rural flavor. I remember Lao She also described unforgettable and grand customs during the Spring Festival in Beijing. The Laba porridge in Qinghai is Mairenmi, and there is a jingle: "Eat Mairenmi and be busy with the New Year every day". In Laba, Qinghai people also have the custom of offering sacrifices and eating ice. On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, it's just the third day. It's freezing and the riverbed is as hard as iron. Before dawn, people go to the riverbed and get ice cubes like white jade crystals, which are offered to dung piles, fields, courtyard walls, courtyard centers, sheds and branches of fruit trees to show that there will be enough rain and good weather in the coming year. On this day, men, women and children in the village are not afraid of cold teeth and frozen tongues, just like eating rock sugar. "Gabba Gaba" chews a few pieces of ice, indicating the elimination of diseases and disasters. I really have a special taste in my heart when I drink the wheat rice with beef and mutton dancing and chew the sweet and cold Laba ice.

Flying snowflakes lengthen and thicken the shadow of my memory. In this shadow, in the aftertaste of Laba ice, my thoughts of longing for the New Year are mixed with faint sadness. For many years, homesickness has been a rich new year's goods that I have been looking forward to for a year in my childhood memory; Homesickness is a long-lost homeland, customs and homesickness; Homesickness has become the softest and saddest feeling in my heart.

Snowflakes are fluttering outside the window, and the patches are like feathers, as if the flowers singing in the countryside are floating from the air, melodious with a heart yearning and wetting the eyes! At this moment, there is a feeling in my heart that I am alone in a foreign land and in front of a clear village, breaking a pure river ice, feeling warm and homesick. Look up at the blue sky and white clouds deeply, listen to my mother's long call, and pour out full memories of going home for the New Year. "Lonely thoughts.

With the gradual improvement of living standards, industrial production provides more convenience for life today, but it also makes a large number of traditional handmade new year's goods slowly disappear. Eating oil to stir dough, eating oil rice and eating Laba ice has gradually become history and a symbol. Nowadays, when it comes to "winter solstice" and "Laba", tasteless fish and meat have replaced unforgettable fried rice and fried dough ... Although they still eat those foods, they are not the original taste. Those foods that have poured the joy and emotion of farmers' work for a year have lost their rich flavor under the impact of industrial production. We miss food. No one can tell you the taste of a year. Hidden in it is the homesickness lurking in our hearts. The sweet taste of the past, the emotional appeal and taste of the past only leave people with faint memories, like smoke and fog, passing away in my heart.

When I opened the desk calendar on my desk, "New Year's Eve" suddenly jumped into my eyes. Red couplets, endless window grilles, busy figures carrying water, laughter one after another, timidity of covering my ears, busyness of going to the grave to invite my ancestors to pay New Year greetings, and the mystery of fighting evil spirits in the vinegar altar. Poetry reflects my long-lost memory.

New Year's Eve is the busiest day of the year. On this day, on the basis of sweeping houses on the 24th of the twelfth lunar month, every household cleaned the courtyard streets again. Everyone put on new clothes, and the yard was covered with red couplets. Coupled with the ingenious paper-cutting of rural women, the courtyard is full of beautiful things and red everywhere, adding infinite spring. On this day, the outside and corners of the house should be cleaned, and the indoor and outdoor sanitation in the yard should not be cleaned from midnight to the third day of the New Year's Day. In the 1980s and 1990s, every household in rural areas drank sweet groundwater, and tap water was once the patent of urban people. Therefore, on New Year's Eve, every household will clean the vat full of water and reserve the domestic water from the first day to the third day. In these three days, there is no water to eat in the spring. Old people say that the first to third day of the Lunar New Year is the day when ghosts wash their feet, and the spring water is not clean. ...

Suddenly, a burst of firecrackers outside the window awakened my memory. "Thousands of trees bloom in the east all night" and "Fish and dragons dance together" with strong regional and cultural colors, giving the hometown a sense of grand ceremony for the New Year. More than a year's expectation, the yearning for praying for disaster relief in the coming year, and the hard return of one year ... The traditional customs of the year have given everyone material and spiritual satisfaction. Looking at the high-rise cities, firecrackers are getting less and less, and the sadness of turning temple fairs into commercial promotion platforms is creeping in. The young people living in the building don't even know what the kitchen god is. These customs have become images that are difficult to reproduce in the memory of our generation, and they have also become deep sadness in our generation's hearts.

In the deep sadness of the New Year, I turned on the radio and listened to a topic about "Chinese New Year". Beyond the topic, a song "Another Homesickness" floated by. "There is no feeling of crying, that kind of unforgettable homesickness. If you deeply understand that feeling, you will understand why it fills your heart ... "Listening to the music, I can't help but burst into tears. ...

A long time ago, on New Year's Eve, the family sat around a small stove and talked about it. The good feeling of chasing the wind and fighting the fire in the past; Once upon a time, there were solemn traces of ancestor worship on New Year's Eve. Nowadays, the custom of "blessing" has been stripped away, leaving only the courtesy of eating and drinking, neither salty nor light. The custom of not cleaning and carrying water from the first day to the third day leaves people with only long memories of that year and faint melancholy in their hearts.

Looking at everything outside the window, thinking about my hometown beyond the mountain, a ray of blue homesickness rose to the moon.

In my mind, my heart is trembling!

Going home for the New Year evokes a touch of sadness.

At this moment, the phrase "I am here, you are far away" suddenly lingered in my heart, and my parents' sigh rang in my ears: "Alas! This village has not been occupied yet ... "My hometown has also embarked on the road of urbanization under the wave of the development of eastern urban agglomerations. Looking at the disappearing village and the rising residential park of Haidong Airport Industrial Park, the expectation of going home for the New Year is mixed with deep loss, so that the idea of not going home sneaked into my mind.

My heart trembled at the thought of the disappearing village and that I could never sit on the top of the mountain and listen to the sounds of nature in the quiet night. Seeing mountains, water and homesickness has become my yearning and anxiety. Homesickness! It is the "collective carnival spirit" of our Spring Festival, and it is also our simplest "aesthetic spirit" and the most primitive "blessing spirit". The homesickness of going home for the New Year has become a thread in our hearts.

In the dream, the village is old and the nagging is endless. Nostalgia in winter blocked my mouth, so I couldn't chew my fragile thoughts and homesickness ... "I traveled around Daiyue just for a window, and when you get lost on the road, you can see the light ..." The sad lyrics of The Stranger on the radio touched my heartstrings sourly.

For years, we crowded buses, chartered taxis and competed for private cars. At the beginning of graduation, I was alone, and after marriage, I was accompanied by two people, with the joy and happiness of my children. When the wind changes, so does the snow. I have grown up, enriched my thoughts and deepened my affection, only for the Spring Festival, which has always been grand and unchanging in our hearts, only for the annual reunion of the family, only for the neighbors to stew chickens and cook ducks in the firecrackers around here, only for greeting relatives and friends, only for the highland barley wine full of affection, and every inch of my heart is filled with attractive and terrible flavor of the year.

"Where is the reward? The pavilion is connected to a low pavilion. "

My heart is on the way home. Snowflakes are flying, and under the melody of A Stranger, an indescribable sadness haunts my heart. "But I look home, and the twilight is getting dark, and there is a sad mist on the river waves."

Drifting and struggling abroad has made me a self-alienated urbanite and gradually become a "stranger" in my hometown. Over the years, I have been wandering in a foreign land for more than ten years, with regrets and hopes. Occupying and floating a stranger's heart in a foreign land again and again, and going home for the New Year again and again, this is an idea floating in my heart. Whenever the heart is tired, the gentle homesickness will suddenly surge, just like the tide washes away the lonely heart, buries the troubles, gently licks the scarred heart and soothes the tired heart. Going home for the New Year at this time, homesickness seems to be a sheltered harbor, so it is warm. ...

Every time I go home for the New Year and embark on a journey, I feel happy and smell the New Year, because affection is always just a simple sentence or a face-to-face encounter, and I don't need to bear too much burden or wait for others to take you home. If you only live in one place, you just want to go home every day, celebrate the New Year every day and reunite with your family. Although parents may be a part of our busy life, you and I are both our parents. Parents who have been busy for a year and have been looking forward to it for a year have already begun to secretly rejoice. If homesickness is really that small stamp, then the way parents look forward to going home is express delivery.

The spiritual journey was interrupted by a mobile phone ringing. "Son, when will you go home for the New Year ..." The concern of the white-haired mother in the mobile phone made me cry. I haven't warmed my hands in my pocket in a foreign land, but the snowflakes have bleached the coming year. The north wind pressed the tree into a bow and went home for the New Year with homesickness, which became an arrow ready to go. I wiped my homesick vamp again and again, and my hometown was on the other side of my toe, squeezing into a narrow ticket.

When the winter is over, I will go home with homesickness. I look forward to sitting in the spring breeze, not being "lonely". Looking forward to going home often, I don't want to raise children, I don't want to wait for children. Get together, laugh, and then leave.

Go home! Even after bumps; Go home! Even if it is cash-strapped; Go home! Even if you are more afraid of going home ... go home! Let's embark on the road rooted in culture and go home for the New Year with the most beautiful homesickness.

Going home for the New Year is a compulsory course for every wanderer who works in other places every year. This process is accompanied by expectation and hardship.

For travelers who go home once a year, they must go home during the Spring Festival, not only to reunite with their parents, but also to give themselves an explanation at the end of the year: to prove that they have not been busy this year. Just like watching the Spring Festival Evening on New Year's Eve, hearing the song "Unforgettable Spring Festival Evening" is a perfect ending!

The car started, accompanied by a red sunset, pulled by the ribbon of the sunset.

Chasing home after sunset, I felt tired of playing with my friends in the wheat field when I was a child. My mother called me home for dinner.

Sunset was also called home for dinner. It was getting dark, passing through strange cities and disjoint cities.

With the arrival of the night, the neon lights in the city lit up, the temperature difference between inside and outside the car widened, the window was foggy, and the neon lights outside the window fell all the way, leaving only layers of halo through the window, which was confusing.

Late at night, the window covered with a layer of water mist was painted with the word "home" by a thinker. The water in the window under the word "home" accumulates along the painting marks and flows into two rows of water drops, which are two rows of homesick tears.

I sat asleep with "Going Home" in my arms, dreaming of the sweetness of going home.

It was already 7 o'clock when I opened my eyes the next day, and I missed the sunrise. Unfortunately.

Thankfully, the car has entered the north. The unique scenery of my hometown comes into view.

In winter in the north, except for green wheat, the land is barren. A tree with no leaves left stood in rows on both sides of the road, like a soldier being inspected, naked but not shy, with a straight back and a standard standing posture. This tree is still the same as in previous years: the same branches, the same forks, the only difference is that the trunk is thick. I think Pang Hui's mother's face this year is the same as in previous years: the same kind smile and the same eager eyes. The difference is that there will be more wrinkles in her eyes and more white hair on her head.

Looking up along the trunk, are the branches and branches of the tree black?

The birds have built their nests!

It is a masterpiece of sparrows, and the Bird's Nest is their warm home, overlooking all the smoking houses in the countryside.

I slowly found that every 10 second, I would see a bird's nest or even two bird's nests on a tree. Yes, two are built on trees!

In this way, a two-story building was built. I guess upstairs and downstairs will not be as simple as neighborhood relationship, but should be a relationship between two generations or in-laws.

As the car passed by one nest after another, I saw a bird flapping its wings at the edge of the nest, looking at the wheat field for a while, looking down at the nest for a while, as if waiting for an opportunity, and as if to say to the chicks in the nest, mom is going to find delicious insects for you to eat.

There is no doubt that chickens are happy. They can look up naively every day and wait for the "delicious food" promised by their mother with hope and curiosity.

Oh, not only that, you can stick to your mother when you grow up, and follow her wherever she flies; Where there is a bird's nest, there is a home.

I won't travel to two cities every New Year like me.

The development of the city has satisfied our desire, which has widened the distance with our relatives and reduced the greetings to our parents.

"Parents are here, don't travel far" is about filial piety, and I think it is also a prophet of the ancients, criticizing modern civilized society!