Prose of returning to my mother's house

In ordinary study, work and life, have you all been exposed to prose to some extent? The purpose of prose is that the writing must be beautiful and the article must be smooth. "the shape is scattered but the spirit is not scattered." How to write an essay that is "scattered in form but not scattered in spirit"? The following are the essays I have compiled to return to my parents' home for your reference, hoping to help friends in need. 1

The custom of our family is to go back to our parents' home on the second day of the Lunar New Year, and we have no mother for a long time. After getting married, we still miss going back to our parents' home on the second day of the Lunar New Year. There are four of our sisters, and the elder sister left because of a heart attack. On the second day of the Lunar New Year, our sisters will bring the whole family back to our parents' home, one is to pay a New Year call to our old father, and more importantly, to have a family reunion. Three younger brothers, three sisters, and their respective families, there are 2 people in total. Although there is no mother and no older sister, it casts a shadow on everyone's heart. However, it is human nature to be sick and sick, which is also a helpless thing. Everyone is still happy, talking and laughing. In our family, all the younger brothers are working this day. They are busy. The older brother lives in the kitchen, and the second brother is in charge of cooking, lighting and cutting vegetables.

Our sisters and daughters-in-law get together to play cards and chat. On this day, the ancestors who were enshrined in the family have not been removed, so we have to kowtow and burn incense to our ancestors. The older ones come first, and worship in order. The food is ready, everyone puts on the table and sets the chopsticks. The old father sits at the top, the adults usually sit at a table, and the children of the younger generation sit at a table. The biggest speech, I wish my old father happiness as the East China Sea is better than the South China Sea, I wish every family happiness and all the best, I wish my children study and progress, and I wish them a good school and a good future in the future. Then everyone raised their glasses together, and the atmosphere was very harmonious and warm. Although there are defects on the table, no one will say anything.

Later, my old father died, and we moved to my older brother's house for reunion. My brother owns a restaurant, and of course he prepares all the dishes. Or twenty people, sometimes sitting at a big table, sometimes divided into two tables. This time, we have one more person to worship-our old father. In addition to the ancestral tablets, there are big photos of father and mother on the table, with good wine and good dishes, to express our thoughts.

Time flies, and in a flash we are all old, and my sister, brother and sister's children all have children. That is to say, with the third generation, we still continue the habit of going back to our parents' home every New Year's Day.

This year, my eldest brother pulled his hand with a chainsaw and sewed dozens of stitches. Fortunately, he didn't hurt his bones. He was hospitalized for a period of time. Although he was basically well, he was still afraid to work, afraid of water and cold. My younger brother called and said, Second Sister, come to your house this Spring Festival, I can't cook.

well, of course, I promised, "going back to my parents' home" is actually just for everyone to get together and find the warmth and happiness of the family together. Everyone was born of a mother, grew up together, and experienced so many joys and sorrows. Now that everyone has grown up, they have their own homes, their own children, and even the next life. This is a very warm and warm thing. Everyone is busy all year round, so there is no time to get together. That is to say, it is really rare to take the opportunity of the Chinese New Year to get together, happily recall the past, talk about the future, play mahjong and poker. I originally wanted to go to the hotel to make arrangements, but my sister said it would be better to stay at home. Going to the hotel is boring, and I have a warm feeling at home. I had to prepare meals at home. The house at home is not small, but it seems a little crowded when they come. The children are naughty, and the adults laugh, laugh and make a lot of noise. Seeing that my younger brothers and sisters have grandchildren, I am really jealous. My mother died early and my younger brothers and sisters are young. I watched them grow up one by one. I arranged jobs for them, got them married, and all of them left, and I became a big girl and a leftover woman. I got married in my thirties and my daughter is young, so I haven't got married yet. How I look forward to my daughter's early marriage, and I have grandchildren.

I cooked two big dishes, and my brother brought some good dishes. The whole family had a happy reunion year. They're gone, but I'm too tired to lift my legs. Alas ... I'm getting old.

followed by the third sister's house, the fourth sister's house ...

This year is like this.

alas ... reunion is rare, so let this year continue like this. Until we get old, or when we can't walk or make noise ...

Life is a rare and warm reunion, which will keep us young. Essays on going back to my parents' home 2

On the second day of the Spring Festival, I followed my wife back to my parents' home.

My wife's family is in a county in the rural area of northern Shandong, which is less than 1 kilometers away from the metropolitan home in the provincial capital where we live. It takes less than an hour to drive by car on the expressway.

We can't stop drinking when we go back to our parents' home to visit relatives. For fear of checking drunk driving on the road and for the sake of safety along the way, we didn't dare to drive back this year, but we are going to take a long-distance bus.

A family of three arrived at the bustling long-distance bus station early in the morning. I thought that the peak of the ride after the year had passed, and there would not be too many passengers going home from the station. Unexpectedly, in the station square, long-distance buses tend to be arranged in several rows in order. Looking at the window of the glass car, the car was crowded with passengers going home.

At the station, the "sudden" sound of the car exhaust pipe, the "beep" sound of the car horn, and the shouts of the ticket inspector urging passengers to "get on the bus" are like a symphony with impatient theme, which keeps coming and going in the parking lot, showing a group of people ready to drive out of the station at any time.

My son, who was in junior high school, followed us closely with a gift bag. It took only 2 minutes from buying a ticket to getting on the bus. As soon as he was seated, the bus set off.

Looking at all the passengers in the car, I recall the first time I followed my wife to my parents' home by bus more than ten years ago.

that year was also the second day of the first year, and we finally arrived at the long-distance bus station with the gift of going home to visit relatives on our shoulders and transferring to several buses. After getting off the bus, I found that there were only a few long-distance buses parked in the spacious long-distance station compound, and there was no hair on them, and the body was cold in the yard. There are only a few scattered passengers in the ticket waiting room. When asked about the staff on duty during the festival, it was learned that due to the small number of passengers on the second day of the year, long-distance buses leading to various places will not leave. If you want to go back to your mother's house by bus, you must wait until the third day of the year before you leave.

We are ready to go, and we don't want to leave this trip empty. In desperation, we have to take the train back to our parents' home. When we came to the railway station to buy tickets, we huddled in the corner of the waiting hall and waited until night to get on the train. It was still a local train that stopped at every stop, and it was already two o'clock in the morning when I got back to my daughter-in-law's house.

after that, on the second day of the first year of the year, more and more passengers came home, and there was a shuttle bus to the daughter-in-law's family at the long-distance station. However, because there are few passengers on the bus, drivers often have to wait until the bus is full of passengers before starting. The first-class period ranges from one hour to two hours. Finally, the driver reluctantly started the car under the anxious urging of the passengers in anxious to return. At the moment, the driver doesn't speed up immediately, but slowly circles around the city. In the process of turning around, or expecting passengers to get on the bus halfway, after filling the empty seats, he refuels to speed up the car and goes straight to the village. Otherwise, the driver said that he couldn't even earn gas money after running a bus.

In recent years, after the reform and opening up, the number of migrant workers from rural areas to provincial capitals has increased year by year. Now, on the second day of the first year, tourists from all walks of life from all directions in the provincial capital flock to the station together, making the long-distance station that was originally cold and empty boil up. The shuttle bus back to my wife's family is also like a lantern, and it goes back and forth every 2 minutes, and every shuttle bus is packed. Of course, long-distance bus drivers also earn a lot of money and enjoy it.

after returning to my parents' home with my wife, I, as an uncle from the provincial capital, was naturally regarded as a guest, sitting at the banquet hosted by us, accompanied by my great uncle, my second uncle and my eldest sister-in-law, and began to drink with a cup of help. During the dinner, I listened to their family's chatter slowly, and thought about the changes in rural areas. In summary, I have the following insights:

First, nowadays, young people in rural areas choose to buy commercial housing in residential areas around the county. Even if their families build a three-story building or a small courtyard bungalow in their homestead, they don't want to live there. I don't know what this move is for. Is it just for the sake of self-built houses? Or is the new rural area surrounded by cities the beginning of the embryonic form of rural areas?

second, city people who are used to living in buildings in the city want to go back to their hometown in the countryside to buy a small courtyard with four houses and grow vegetables and flowers in the courtyard, hoping to live a semi-self-sufficient leisure life. But it's hard to do a good thing. Farmers who have quadrangles are still looking forward to real estate developers, demolishing their quadrangles, and looking forward to making a fortune by demolition and moving back to housing distribution! Is this one of the "Chinese dreams" of farmers and city dwellers today?

Third, my wife's maiden nephew, after getting married in a rural home in northern Shandong, took his new daughter-in-law to work in Henan. Instead of living in the newly purchased three-bedroom apartment, I went to Henan to spend money to rent a house. You can take a daughter-in-law with legs, but you can't take a new house without legs? Does the house follow the work or does the work follow the house?

four: my wife's aunt and cousin, who studied architectural design in college, took his wife and children to Beijing for development. Outside the Third Ring Road in Beijing, I bought a house at a price of 4, to 5, yuan per square meter and settled down. Unexpectedly, the empty nesters at home got depressed because they missed their children. They had to buy a second house outside the Sixth Ring Road in Beijing at a price of 2, to 3, yuan per square meter. They wanted to take the old man to Beijing to live with them, so as to solve the old man's homesickness. Roughly calculated, the expenses of these two houses, the couple have to be house slaves for nearly ten years.

under the new situation of reform and opening up, rural people yearn for the life of city dwellers, and try their best to become city dwellers, while staying in the noisy city dwellers, looking forward to the new concept of rural life of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely", and I don't know where the national economy will develop next. However, one thing is certain: the country and people after the pain of reform will definitely find their most comfortable, beautiful and happy life paradise. Because, in my daughter-in-law's family, I also met some talented people who made a fortune in the city and began to prepare to return home to invest and build a family. Prose 3

There are my father and mother, my brother and sister-in-law, my two nephews and, of course, people from such a big village.

Every time I go back to my parents' home and walk to the entrance of the village, my uncles, aunts and grandparents who are close to the highway stand at the entrance of the village. I call them with a strong local accent, and they look at me like a swimming painting, with their eyes full of love and envy and their hearts full of love and concern. And when I walked to my home accompanied by their local accent, my parents' eyes sublimated this concern to the laughter in their eyes and the warmth in their hearts.

when a large family is together, what we are talking about is the scenery of the world, and the world is warm and cold. The crops in the field can make my mother feel some glory. In the past two years, because of the promotion of rural farming mechanization, the donkeys and cows in the village have almost disappeared, and suddenly there are no donkeys barking and cow excrement in the streets and lanes. Sometimes I wonder if my family is still in the countryside. But when the fragrant grain was pulled into the yard, I had no doubt about it, especially when I sat on the grain pile and recalled my childhood. Niang said well, a large family, but also lost a good woman who would plan like me? I nodded and said yes, but my father and brother objected. They said loudly that food can earn a few dollars without losing our wages. Of course I spoke to my mother, who not only passed on her blood, but also passed on her innocence and cuteness to me. Although people are old, their nature is hard to change. She clearly knows that 7% of the family's income comes from their father and brother, but she just says that! Who can understand the cuteness here? The way she winks and deliberately gets angry seems to me to have a girl's legacy! I tried to tell this sentence to my husband in my new home in the county. My husband patted me on the shoulder and said, OK, OK, our family is all your credit, so I'm too lazy to argue with you! I was dumbfounded. I was looking forward to him arguing with me, but he was too lazy to argue with me. It is my daughter who says that I look more like her grandmother as I live.

When I am unmarried, I always fantasize about leaving this house one day, leaving my parents' nagging and discipline, and my beloved people to wander far away. The dream of traveling in all directions is always romantic. My body and head are floating in mid-air, but my feet are stepping on the real land.-After I got married, I not only didn't go wandering, but after several years, I also liked the feeling of taking root in the soil. I feel like a corn seed in the field, and the mature fruit can only fall on the ground under my feet! Although I hate the poverty of this land so much, the feeling that blood is thicker than water always makes me involuntarily. My husband and I got married, gave birth and worked 5 kilometers away from my mother's house. We didn't go farther away to live. My husband told me that I should be such a person. I can't tell him what I really think, just as I can't explain it to my father and mother. Let's not talk about it, those old dreams; Let's not talk about it, let the dream follow in the footsteps of nephew and daughter; Let's not talk about it. Walking may be more realistic than dreaming.

the most important thing to do when you go back to your parents' home is to have dinner around the round table. When the food was served by my mother and me, my father's chatterbox opened. He said loudly that my eldest brother was still not working, and told me how to live in the county. To tell the truth, since I left the countryside at the age of 22 and went to work in a county unit, I still haven't learned how to be a city person. Although my ideal is to be an elite in the city, my bones are full of local culture, my incorrigible consciousness of small farmers, my seriousness and stubbornness in silence to my soul, and my struggle to despair all make this become me and my label. Later, when I had dinner with a writer I admired, he explained the meaning of "label" to me. He said that this "label" is personality. If you can keep your hometown among a group of guys and girls, it will not only be your personal victory, but also a cultural victory! The writer's words made me laugh. Then what kind of person am I? I've been looking for myself for more than 3 years, but I still haven't found it. But I can't tell my father about my doubts. He didn't understand, or maybe he knew too well, so he gave up asking and let me melt into the secular world.

At this time, Mom always plays against Dad. She accuses him of not talking to me like that. She says that when she was my age, she didn't live as well as me! I comforted my mother not to be angry, but she suddenly asked me, do you remember what I was like when I was your age?

I dare not say I don't remember, but I really don't remember. I can only tell her some vague impressions that I imagined. Her face turns sunny and cloudy ... How could I forget those? I only remember that my mother's face was white and her hair was black, and she liked to hold her forehead hair with a black hair ... < P > I can't tell her.