Where my heart is at peace is my hometown

　　 In 1994, I got married to the man who called me "husband". Since then, I have had another home in life, so I call the home where I was born and raised "old home", although the form of my two homes exists, my feelings for the old home remain unchanged. In other countries, whenever it is late at night, whenever the harvest of life, whenever lonely and lost, I will think of the land where I was born and raised, and think of my old home.

　　 Last summer, while my daughter was on summer vacation, I embarked on a journey back home with my wife and daughter with the kind of expectation and joy of homesickness. Along the way, along with the familiar "clouds in my hometown", my heart kept envisioning the scene when I saw my mother for the first time after arriving home, the kind of eagerness, the kind of expectation, the kind of excitement that can hardly be concealed.

　　 As soon as you get off the bus, fresh air, the smell of grass wet with dew, mixed with the inhalation into the lungs, refreshing the heart. There is no need to talk about the blue sky, the white wisps of fog, or the crops that undulate near and far, just the quietness of the fields and the unique refreshing scent of my hometown, which has enchanted me deeply. It diffuses my body, cleanses my body, and transforms me into empty, into nothing, I think this is a return to my hometown, back home.

　　 On the way, when I saw the folks who knew me well, they would say to me: I knew you were coming back, your mother had been preparing for it. When I finally saw my mother, she was sticking her neck out and staring around with her old eyes, when she heard someone say, "Jiu Man is back! Mother immediately stood up from the bench, I hurriedly called out "Mom", nose sore, my tears flowed down, "Jiu Man, you're back ......" mother choked. As soon as she heard my daughter call "Grandma", her mother immediately wiped away the tears on her face and came over trembling, holding the hand of her long-lost little granddaughter, saying as she walked: "Xinxin has grown taller again. Before our family sat down, my mother was busy running around, bringing us tea and water. I could see clearly that my mother's face was always smiling, and I greeted my mother on the sidelines, but she said cheerfully, "It's okay, it's okay.

　　 Mother just settled our family, busy with the second sister-in-law to cook for us, "Jiu Man, just waiting for you to come back before the Spring Festival cured bacon can not eat, but also save you; heard that you come back, your second sister-in-law also brewed sweet wine, these are your favorite food"! Mother said happily. During the meal, my mother sat happily next to me and watched us eat. Mother first put a big piece of bacon in my bowl and said with a smile, "Jiuman, if you like to sip, sip more"! "Xinxin, sip the food, is it to your liking?" Eating my mother's handmade food, I realized that the table was full of food, which was much cheaper than what I had eaten in the restaurants in Guangdong, but with more flavor of my hometown, a more pure country feeling, and more strong mother's love. I knew in my heart that everything I could not eat in the hotel or restaurant, because this was a delicacy cooked by my mother, and because of the love in it, the taste was especially fragrant and heavy. I took a big bite and told my mother, "Mom, this is the most fragrant rice I've ever eaten, the best tasting dish, even the green vegetables your old man stir-fried, which I couldn't enjoy after years of wandering outside". I saw my mother's proud expression, of course, I also saw my mother's silky white hair and face full of hardships of wrinkles, I deeply feel: mother is old, we do children's filial piety, let her spend her old age in peace.

　　 My parents are both authentic farmers, and fate loved me so much that I became the only college student among my siblings. My mother is already ninety years old this year, and her health is deteriorating. On rainy days, she suffers from rheumatism, and her legs are always sore, which is the result of her previous hard work. As a son, I have not come back to visit my mother for more than a year, except for sending her some food and household items every month, and sending some money on New Year's Day, and I seldom even call. Whenever I think of my unfulfilled responsibilities and obligations, I deeply blame myself. My mother always says, "I only have one wish, that is, you come back to visit when you have time". I know that my mother is looking forward to talking to her son, even if she can take a look at him, her old man will be satisfied. However, because of my busy life, I seldom go home, therefore, my mother's small wish I can hardly meet her, think of a good shame!

　　At the age of fifteen, I carried the dream of washing my feet on the fields, from the field paths of my hometown to the dusty gravel roads, and then to the wide city roads. The days of study, and life kept changing the chapter of intense and busy, the years of joy, anger, and sorrow played the surging of the long river of my life sings. The time of work, every day to squeeze the bus to go to and from work, wearing a false mask to deal with all kinds of leaders and colleagues, to money desperately busy. From the countryside to the city, from the city to the city, my soul wandered in the hustle and bustle of the world, in the confusion in the work of wandering, after suffering a thousand grievances and helplessness, dreams in the desire to meet again and again to fall, when my childhood memories and dreams of youth scattered in the wind at the end of the world, when the enjoyment of earthly prosperity I no longer desire smiling faces and flowers, nostalgia will come to the surface.

　　Today, I finally walked into the familiar land of my hometown, without the pressure of the busy and cruel competition at work, without the confusion and helplessness of worrying about the trivialities of daily life, I realized that my restless heart, after the baptism of the hometown, the old people and stories, had become so relaxed, quiet and leisurely! Perhaps, for every one of us wanderers from the countryside into the city, the peace of mind will always be in the boundless fields of the hometown, in the creek where we played as children, in the curling smoke of the hometown ......