Home is a harbor, and people are attached to the home they grew up with for life. No matter where you grow up or where you take root, home is a beautiful picture in your dreams. Even if there are thousands of mountains and rivers, even if they cross the ocean, the innocent smile of childhood always appears in the old house at home, and the child who staggers to his own self who has gone through bitterness, how can he not make himself cry, and the tears of homesickness can't help but flow all over his cheeks.

The distant home is the cradle of childhood, and what I can't forget in my life is the lullaby hummed softly by my mother, the broad shoulders of my father, and the strong family affection. Even if the road to home is muddy and steep, even if the home is simple and bleak, the light of family affection is still as bright as the stars.

But even if the love for home is deeply rooted in the bone marrow, it will also be bound by various factors. If you don't go home, you can't go home, just as "happy families are all alike, and unhappy families have their own misfortunes".

Ya sat at the table with her head in her hands, her brow furrowed, her head swollen and painful, she dug her hands into her hair and tugged at her own hair. Her already iron-clad heart began to waver: because she didn't want to go home, she let her daughter who was in her childhood accompany her, and how much fun of the New Year was lost.

She and her son are with each other day and night, sharing joys and sorrows. Now that they are separated from the north and south, they must have lived a little lonely in the New Year: the surprise of the New Year's money, the amazement of fireworks blooming in the night sky, and the excitement of visiting relatives...... Sons can't share with their daughters anymore.

Ya blamed herself for her decision, she thought: I will take my daughter back tomorrow, go back to her parents' house first, and then call her husband to pick up her daughter back. Ya didn't want to go back to her mother-in-law's house at all, and even if she left, she felt cramped and bored.

She felt like a warrior in battle, tense all the time, and the muscles around her were tense. She always felt a lot of eyes on him, accompanied by talk and whispering. She feels that in her husband's place, whether at home or in the village, she seems to be an alternative existence.

How's it going to be tomorrow? There should be no direct train, even if you transfer, it will definitely take a long time, and Ya is not very clear about how to transfer. That's only by taking the bus, the bus is expensive during the Spring Festival, not to mention, you can't get on the highway after two o'clock in the evening. I can only wander around the parking station, late at night, how to spend this cold day?

When I went back during the Spring Festival last year, my clothes became thicker and thicker along the way, and it was on the train, and it was not very cold. How do you get through these hours?

The more Ya thought about it, the more headache she felt, and she thought: If I go back tomorrow, what will I do with the food I just bought? Potatoes can be made into fries, eggs can be boiled, sweet potatoes can be steamed and bred, but cabbage, onions, and radishes will be spoiled.

Ya irritably said to her sulking daughter: "Actually, I don't want you to stay here with me, I just want to be alone, you are here, I have to cook and wash clothes for you." I'm alone, just eat a little, I can just lose weight, you're here, I can't lose ......"

Although Ya was in an irritable mood, she still steamed the sweet potatoes and fried a bowl of fries, and her daughter asked, "Mom, why are you doing so much?" Ya said, "If you can't finish eating, I'll eat tomorrow." She didn't tell her daughter that she wanted to go back tomorrow.

Over the years, Ya has been tied up by her children, and she really wants to be quiet for a month or two and do what she wants to do.

During the Spring Festival last year, Ya used the excuse of weaning her son and went back for nearly half a month. Although the small property right house near my mother's house was bought by Ya, I can't live a quiet life behind closed doors.

This is a building built by a relative who demolished an old house with a courtyard, and it was sold in layers. Because they are relatives, they can owe a part of the money before buying a house, so those who come to buy a house are relatives of my mother's family.

As soon as her son was leaving, Ya felt that she could finally relax and do what she wanted to do. The relative downstairs is called Aunt Lan, her grandson Doudou is almost a year old, and she either has to hold him wherever she goes, or stand behind him and bend down to help him walk on his shoulders.

It was winter, Aunt Lan took her grandson out and it was cold, and her grandson was crying at home, so she often went to Ya's house. As soon as she came, Ya gave her son eggs and millet porridge mixed with milk powder to his grandson, she always said that her grandson didn't eat here and that at home, but when he arrived at Ya's house, he ate very well. Ya also made a lot, and the rest of the beans were just right to eat.

As soon as Aunt Lan came, she lay on the sofa, saying that her back hurt, so Ya stood behind Doudou and bent down to help him go. This kid is much more troublesome than Ya's son, he can't walk, and he wants to go everywhere and pick up everywhere. Ya's own son often plays with a toy that can be played for a long time, and Ya doesn't have to worry about it.

Ya coaxed Doudou like this, and when Aunt Lan left at noon, Ya was so coaxed that she was sweating, and her forehead was sweating. Ya's son has never made Ya tired like this, his son sits down to play when he is tired of playing, or plays on his stomach, but Doudou keeps running, and Ya can't have time to sit down and rest.

At noon, Aunt Lan finally took her grandson away, Ya was so tired that she wanted to take a nap, but not long after, Aunt Lan came with her grandson again, saying that her son and daughter-in-law wanted to rest at noon, and the grandson was arguing at home that they couldn't rest well. Aunt Lan leaned back on the sofa again, or went to lie on the bed in the back room, Ya thought that her back hurt, just like in the morning, she bent down from behind Doudou and hugged him back and forth, in the middle Doudou was thirsty and hungry, Ya had to get it for him. Her son is hanging out, and Ya is also anxious: she wants to spend her time coaxing Doudou to read books and write things! But there was no way, Ya didn't dare to show her dissatisfaction.

Such a day actually lasted until the spring blossomed, and Ya felt that her back pain was committed again. There was no way, Ya sent her son to a kindergarten class, she painted in a studio very close to the kindergarten, although the salary of a painting was very low, but Ya was still very happy, and finally not tired so much that her back hurt all day.

Every day when she heard Aunt Lan knocking on the door, her scalp tightened, but she couldn't help it. Ya often thinks that if she doesn't live here, but lives elsewhere (this house is actually not cheaper than other houses in the surrounding area), how comfortable it would be for her to live in this spacious and bright room now. My son has always been very well-behaved, he doesn't cry or make trouble, Ya can look at her phone, read books, and write articles, but all this has become a dream, and Aunt Lan broke her dream.

Ya went home with some fear, and in the morning she put her son's leftover rice into a thermos cup for lunch, and then sent her son to kindergarten. I picked up my son at 4 o'clock in the afternoon, and then went to the elementary school to wait for my daughter to get out of school. Fortunately, my son's two teachers were very patient, and my son learned a lot in kindergarten, and his meal became larger and he gained some weight.

But at night, Aunt Lan will still bring her grandson and often play until her grandson is sleepy before going back. Ya was so tired that she hurriedly cleaned up her housework, turned off the lights and went to sleep, and squinted for a while before turning on her phone to look. At this time, the son and daughter also fell asleep, and the son and daughter almost never slept late in their hometown.

My husband was very annoyed when he knew that Ya sent her son to kindergarten, and scolded her for wasting money, and her son was so young that he didn't coax him to send him to kindergarten to spend money. Ya is hard to speak, and if she continues to stay at home, Ya's back pain will be worse.

In the studio, Ya concentrates on painting every day, her mind is as calm as water, she is not impatient, there are no worries pestering her, no mood swings bothering her, if she can always live so calmly and focus on painting, Ya feels that she is happy in this life. But since my husband knew that his son was sent to kindergarten, his psychology was unbalanced. After returning from the Spring Festival, let Ya take her children to Guangzhou together. Since the son doesn't have to be coaxed, Ya has to come out to earn money, her husband does not allow her daughter-in-law to be a housewife, but he is very envious of the daughter-in-law of his colleagues and fellow villagers who can earn money, and he doesn't want to carry the mountain of supporting the family alone.

Ya also didn't want to be at home, afraid that Aunt Lan would come. In the past two years, Ya suddenly wanted to sort out her thoughts and old articles from previous years. She came across a writing platform, which sparked her need to pour out her heart. Because of this hobby that has been in school since childhood, Ya has paid a certain price for writing essays in her spare time. She often felt that she was running out of time and often stayed up late.

For more than a year, Ya seems to have aged ten years old, her green hair is a lot whiter, and her eyes can't be opened as if she hasn't woken up. My husband often came back late from playing mahjong, and when he saw that Ya was still writing, he was angry and scolded Ya: "...... And don't make money, what to write! You look in the mirror, the standard yellow-faced woman one! "My husband is very vain, he knows that he is handsome, and he often looks left and right with a mirror, and Biya uses the mirror more often. Ya doesn't seem to dare to go out with her husband, and when people see her husband with a child, they will say, "You are so young, the child is so old!" When he sees Ya with the child, he will say, "Your child is still so young?" Whenever her husband scolded Ya for writing something, Ya said: "I'm just like you, I have an addiction, but you are playing mahjong, and I am just writing." ”

During the Spring Festival last year, Ya thought about going back alone, but she could be quiet and sort out the old texts, but her sister was hospitalized again. Her brother-in-law suffered from a leg disease and couldn't take care of her, so Ya happened to be alone, so she went to take care of her sister. My sister went to the hospital for an infusion during the day and came back at night. Ya remembered that he had promised to paint a picture for a co-worker, but he didn't have time during the day, so he took the time to paint at night, intermittently, and didn't finish painting until he was about to go back, let alone have time to write.

During the summer vacation, Ya quit her job and took the child back to her mother's house, thinking that she could sort out the text, but during the summer vacation, the children of her younger brother and sister, Aunt Lan and her grandson came almost every day. My mother also came back from my sister's place, my mother's previous shop was done for my sister, my sister worked in a school in another place, and opened a small shop there, and usually asked my mother to help, and only came back during the winter and summer vacations. Ya likes her mother very much, she prepared a moxibustion box for her mother's waist, and her mother has waist and leg pain in winter.

With so many people, it also takes a certain amount of time to prepare the ingredients, Ya spends most of the day cooking, and one summer vacation, Ya only sorted out a small part of the old texts.

Back in Guangzhou, Ya found a small factory with loose time, didn't have to go to work on Sundays, and didn't work much overtime at night, but Ya was not happy to write essays, so staying up late became the norm. She didn't think of being a headline party and learning to write explosive articles to make money, she just wanted to write about what she had experienced over the years and what she had thought over the years...... She has so much depression in her heart that she needs catharsis.

Ya works in the factory, and her colleagues know that she doesn't eat and only eats vegetables. Ya has not eaten breakfast for many years, and she has no appetite in the morning. Ya belongs to the physique that will gain weight when drinking water, she wanted to spend this year by herself, eat casually every day, and just lose weight.

Ya saw on the Internet that skipping breakfast does not lose weight, and staying up late is easy to gain weight. I rarely eat, I eat vegetables but I am still fat, it is estimated that it is related to staying up late, although colleagues say that she looks just not fat.

Ya also told herself: go to bed early, go to bed early, but still can't do it, even if it is the Spring Festival holiday, Ya still sleeps at one or two o'clock, but she can sleep without scruples in the morning, and she doesn't have to hurry up when the time comes, wash up, and go to work as usual.