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After seven years away from home, I returned to Taiwan Province Province, and everything was as usual, as if I had never been far away.

Home, as before,

Sometimes it gives you warmth, and sometimes it drives you crazy.

Family, not much changed,

Sometimes you have nothing to say, and sometimes you have to be careful ...

Tomb-Sweeping Day, let's go to father's grave.

Mother, brother and sister-in-law decorate flowers and fruits.

My six-year-old nephew and I were pulling weeds on both sides.

"Why pull the grass?" Asked the nephew.

"Because this is grandpa's home, just like ours,

If there are dirty things on the ground, of course, clean them up! 」

We burn incense and paper money, and when the fire goes out,

Mother took out a palm-sized red parcel from her black coat pocket.

It's like being wrapped in Chinese herbal medicine. I noticed that it was scrawled with a brush,

I only see the word "fengle town".

I don't know what it is, but I know it comes from my hometown.

Home is a distant concept to me.

The way home is always longer than the way home.

When I was a child, my parents sent us to a private primary school, and the discipline was very strict.

We live in Minsheng Community, but we have to go to school on Jingmei Xinglong Road.

The only feeling in those nine years is: Why does my family live so far away?

Every morning I take Dong to the mosque on Xinsheng South Road.

Transfer to 253 to Xinglong Road.

Sometimes I get up late and my father has to drive me.

If you hurry to work again, you will always be late in the end.

One day I got up late and was scolded by my father.

I roared: "Who wants you to send it? 」

Throw the door and take the bus.

It rained heavily that day, and the east was particularly crowded.

Shake it to the mosque, and I'm going to throw up.

When the bus stopped, a passenger wiped the fog off the window by hand.

I saw my father's car parked next to the station.

His wipers are spinning fast, and the brake lights on both sides are flashing anxiously.

He leaned forward and supported the steering wheel.

Keep your eyes open and pay attention to the passing buses.

I hesitated and didn't get off.

I never asked my father how long he had been waiting there.

That morning, my home was in the mosque.

I'd rather be crowded on the bus with strangers than go home.

After high school, I joined a club and went out at seven o'clock every day and went home at eleven o'clock.

After I went to college, I moved my hukou out of Taipei.

In order to apply for a dirty and smelly dormitory for six people.

I don't think it's cool to go home when I grow up.

There are a vast number of classics in the arch corridor and library of the school.

There are only cockroaches and rusty water heaters at home.

There are campus beauties in the school, and forbidden fruits are planted at the entrance of girls' dormitory.

Only the fat aunt and the mahjong table are not put away at home.

Home is like a restaurant.

The only difference is:

When you go out every morning, you can take the pocket money left by your mother on the coffee table.

Being a soldier is the first time to really leave home.

The connivance and respect that the family gained over the years disappeared in an instant.

I used to close the door as soon as I got home,

Now you can hear 100 different snoring when you sleep.

Mom and dad used to wake you up, but now you call the platoon leader after standing guard.

Feel the value of home for the first time.

Many people also have this experience, so when taking a shower at night,

There is always a long line in front of the blue pay phone.

Some people talk for half an hour, and you are so angry that you want to chop him up with a bayonet.

We get a letter from home once a week.

Once a month, my family and I sit on the big tree in the camp.

I'm not a gentleman anymore. I am a recruit in the air force.

Sleeping in a stiff wooden bed, insomnia until dawn.

On the night of studying abroad, my parents and I said goodbye at the airport.

I'm not sure when we will meet again.

I arrived in San Francisco in the morning and my friend took me to school.

I got the key, moved into the dormitory, sat in my room and opened the window.

Outside are lush trees and bright California sunshine.

I finally got to heaven, but at that moment, I was always confident and began to panic.

Some things are missing, although we try to find them in various ways.

But in fact, they are scratching their boots.

Abroad, students in Taiwan Province Province follow the lunar calendar and try to live in harmony.

During Spring Festival, Tomb-Sweeping Day, Dragon Boat Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival, we rented an activity center on campus.

Hold dances and karaoke. Squeezed into a classmate's house, I was exhausted from playing mahjong.

We make zongzi with innovative shapes and fillings.

At the founding forum, someone deliberately wanted to speak Taiwanese.

Because of loneliness, love becomes easy.

We can't sleep well when we leave home. The only thing we can rely on is the temperature of others.

A week after school started, I received my first letter from home.

Dad told me in the letter "eleven things to pay attention to when going out":

"First, before driving on the road, check whether the gasoline and water tank are sufficient. ...

Fourth, rest and sleep should be adequate, and staying up late is not good for your health ... "

I'm an MBA from Stanford, and my father is worried that I forgot to add water to the car.

My GMAT is higher than anyone else, but my father is worried that I don't understand the importance of good health.

Six months later, my mother came to see me.

"What do you have for breakfast?" She asked.

"I can make an omelet! 」

I took out the scallion cake I bought in the supermarket from the freezer.

Put it in the pot and beat an egg on it.

She shook her head: "You should at least learn to cook braised beef, so that you can eat beef noodles! 」

Before she left, she cooked a big pot.

Enough for me and everyone I know in America for a week.

She wrote down the practice one by one on the paper:

"1. Cut the beef into pieces. Second, broken ginger. Third, the onion is cut into long sections.

Fourth, cut the carrots (peel them! )……」

Hao Hao, also wrote eleven.

My son has lived by himself for half a year.

Mom is concerned about:

Doesn't he know that carrots should be peeled?

Of course, I never cooked braised beef again.

But when I feel the pressure of schoolwork,

I always say to myself, "Peel it! Peel! 」

Those three words became my great compassion mantra, and I calmed down when I read them.

For international students, going back to Taiwan Province Province means that they have no choice.

Nobody wants to go back immediately after graduation. Everyone wants to get a green card.

We are willing to bow our heads in order to stay,

Go to China Company to do a job that is overqualified.

In order to break into American life,

Some international students even deliberately don't associate with people from Taiwan Province Province, and even take pride in it.

But despite our determination to emigrate,

When I was lonely, I still hummed, "Listen to the sound of the sea crying, sighing who was injured but not awake."

When friends come to the United States to play, they are most eager to bring the latest CD from Taiwan Province Province.

We drove a long way to buy the world daily,

I just want to know the news of Taiwan Province Province two or three days ago.

In Taiwan Province Province, students who live off campus watch cable TV and TV news.

We cheered when we saw the Legislative Yuan fighting and spitting.

Happiness in America makes people feel unreal, but you can only watch it forever.

Taiwan Province Province is dirty and messy, but at least there is Wang Jiawen, the anchor of Dongsen.

After going abroad, moving became the norm.

Finally, things that are not often used are simply put in the box and not taken out.

I started working after graduation and didn't stay in one place for more than a year.

New york, 1994. Tokyo, 1995 Florida, 1996.

In Tokyo, the company arranged an apartment for me in the bustling Roppongi.

The night I moved in, I was sitting in the living room and saw the neon lights on the roof in the distance.

Listening to the TV host's excited Japanese, my chest is stuffy.

In Florida, the company helped me find a mansion on the beach in the Gulf of Mexico.

I walked four rooms and didn't know where to sleep.

Back in new york, in the basement of the building on weekends,

Watching clothes roll in the dryer. After baking,

I took out my clothes and found that Taiwan Province had brought underwear.

I'm far from home, and I have to walk 12 hours.

But what excites me is the logo on my underwear.

After seven years away from home, I returned to Taiwan Province Province, and everything was as usual, as if I had never been far away.

Home, as before, sometimes gives you warmth and sometimes makes you crazy.

Family members have not changed much. Sometimes they have nothing to say, sometimes they have to be careful.

My mother sometimes comes to my house to help me boil water.

For her adult son, this is one of the few things she can do.

Mother used to pour a little water left in the kettle into the cup when she was boiling water.

Then fill the pot with raw water to boil.

I don't understand: "why do you want to pour the remaining water into the cup?" 」

She said, "Because the boiling water is very hot, you can't drink it for hours.

You can drink a pot of cold water first in those hours. 」

At this time, I finally realized that my home was not at a specific address.

Anywhere, when your family shows concern, consideration and unnecessary worry about you,

And unintentionally derogatory, that is home.

It can be in the mosque or in the people's livelihood community.

It can be in Taiwan Province province, and it can be in the United States.

Probably somewhere between cold water and an omelet,

You can also eat that bowl of uncooked beef noodles.

On the day of Tomb-Sweeping Day, we were leaving Dad's grave.

Mother opened the red package in her hand, but it was scattered soil.

She went to the grass above the coffin and scattered the soil in the parcel on the grass:

"I went home, brought some dirt back from my hometown, and scattered it here. You are just like going home. 」

I stepped forward and patted my mother on the shoulder.

She said, "You can't see all these dirty things scattered here. I thought I'd been stuck in the package for too long,

The soil must have turned black. I didn't expect the soil in my hometown to be the same as that here. 」

The soil left the mother's hand, fell to the ground and drifted with the wind, and never disappeared again.

At that moment, I, who has lived in many places,

No one reminded me that staying up late is not good for my health.

There is always a glass of cold water to drink when the hot water is too hot. I finally went home.