There are examples of homesickness in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Author: Wang Jing

How many years have you not met at the Mid-Autumn Festival in your hometown? I'm afraid ten fingers is not enough. I took a photo specially and planned to send it back to my parents this Mid-Autumn Festival.

Mom and dad, my daughter has grown up long ago. You used to cook these two dishes for me since I was a child. Now that I have left my home in Wan Li, the food from my hometown is still with me.

My family lives near the Yangtze River in the middle of Shu, and my father has always been good at frying meat and vegetables. Shredded pork with fish sauce is a must. I have been to so many places and tasted countless Sichuan restaurants, but this dish has never been better than my dad's fried food. Moreover, in our family, there is a tradition that every time we go home, the first meal we eat at home is always inseparable from the fish-flavored shredded pork.

I still remember the first time I came home from a distant place, which was my first winter vacation when I just went to college. I went to Beijing from the warm land of abundance against the cold wind. 1At the end of February, I actually fell down because of the thin ice outside the boiling water room. A month passed, until the holiday, and the wound was repeatedly infected. I still walk with a limp. The first time I went home, the road was particularly hard. I took the train and bus and walked thousands of miles. On the winter night in Sichuan, the chill was biting, and the hot food at home was delicious, but it floated into my heart. My dad is still so good-tempered, saying, eat quickly, just fried shredded pork with fish flavor. His words were so calm, as if my daughter, who wanted to go out since childhood, had not left home for many days. She just came back from school in the evening and sat down to eat. This time, the fish-flavored shredded pork may not be the best fried by my father, but it really made me feel the word "home", how gentle it is. Later, I was going abroad soon, and my father began to teach me how to cook ducks on the shelf, in which shredded pork with fish flavor is essential. I have talked a lot about the essentials of "color, fragrance and taste", but with my level, I have been cooking for several years, and the fish-flavored shredded pork has always been fried. Dad, when you see the photo, don't laugh at my knife work or coloring, okay?

Mom doesn't cook much because she is busy with work, but the dishes are very fried. A few cloves of garlic and a few dried peppers were quickly thrown into the oil pan. As soon as the dish falls, the shovel turns left and right, and a dish is delicate and charming. My garlic stir-fry is the lowest in China, and it is not famous. I just want my mother to know that I firmly implement her "healthy diet rule": eat less rice and meat and eat more vegetables to lose weight. My mother is the best mother in the world who can assess the situation and is most particular about "changing this moment".

Parents often worry about their children's trip to Wan Li Road. Mom and Dad, your daughter will take care of herself, and she is also learning to take care of her small family and your future. The moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival will be the brightest when our family really reunites.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is full of bright moons.

Author: Mei Chinatown, New York

I haven't met my grandfather, but I have a rare photo of him working in a sweater shop in Chicago. In the 1920s, like many brothers and sisters in his hometown of overseas Chinese, he left his hometown, separated from his wife and children, shouldered homesickness, crossed the ocean and came to the "New World" of the United States to pursue the "Golden Mountain Dream". ...

I can't imagine my grandfather's loneliness and hardship. I only know that his grandmother was young when he left his hometown. He had three sons, the oldest of whom was only ten years old. The vast ocean separates relatives on both sides. The tide rises and falls, and forty years have passed, and grandpa has not been able to go back to his hometown to visit his relatives once. Finally, poor and sick, the guest died in another country. I was studying in a university in Beijing. When the bad news came, I couldn't help writing a mourning poem, mourning my grandfather who had never met before and his elders who shared his fate:

Down and out for forty years, Yunshan Wan Li is full of water.

Hengtai's dream of returning home is easy to break, but turbid wine is difficult to sell and worry about the country.

Crying with a pestle, drifters hate chasing the river.

The lonely grave lies across the barren shore, and the infinite smoke wave is a seagull.

Twenty-five years ago, I followed my grandfather's footsteps and came to the "new world" where my grandfather was buried. I first went to the overseas Chinese cemetery in the suburbs of Chicago and presented a bunch of flowers at my grandfather's sad grave. Perhaps I grew up drinking water from my hometown of overseas Chinese, and I like to look for and mourn the remains of my ancestors everywhere. What shocked me most was that I visited two immigration history museums: Sad Island in new york and Angel Island in California. The humiliation, hardship and sacrifice of our ancestors made me cry.

On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, the bright moon is in the sky. I can't help thinking of my grandfather and several generations of ancestors, who are pioneers on the thorny road of immigration! Thinking about the source of drinking water is the best memorial to our ancestors, and it is to inherit and carry forward their tradition of patriotism and love for their hometown and the spirit of hard struggle.

Who can understand my heart?

Author: Huang Brulun

In the dead of night, moonlight is like water. If you inadvertently open the photo album under the coffee table on such a night, you will feel homesick. Let kenneth gorelick's saxophone "Go Home" float to my hometown with my hard-to-comfort appeal, and then pour a cup of bitter wine reconciled with love and parting, ignite the fire of homesickness and burn it in my chest.

I know that great changes have taken place in my hometown in the past ten years, but the bicycle bell ringing in the morning still echoes in my ears; Ten years later, Shanghainese are not what they used to be, but I still want to ask my friends how are you? The past has long been dusty; Old friends are gone; Only my thoughts are in daily growing. My parents are over seventy years old, stumbling and suffering from many diseases. My grandson, who used to frolic in front of his knees, is much taller than his grandfather now, but he occasionally says two or three words on the phone but is incoherent. I'm really sorry. My mother always said to me on the other end of the phone, "What was built somewhere." Dad always tells me on the other end of the phone: "When the farmers go back to Shanghai, make sure they don't know the way!" "The earnest expectation between the lines makes me toss and turn. The dying old man in Xishan can live for a few years! Let me anxious to return. Shanghai, which has lived for more than 30 years, has become more and more mysterious in my mind? My heart itches to death. Go back, open the past on the bookshelf and find friends like smoke; Go home, let all the right and wrong, ups and downs experienced in the past ten years be forgotten and walk away!

But fate has bound us to new york. The child has lived in new york twice as long as in Shanghai, and all his friends and teachers are here. Ten years of blending made him inseparable from this land, which has become his second hometown. He entered the best public high school here. He has his dream, which is also my dream. Because he is the continuation of my life, how can I let him give up halfway? ! I can't decide, my heart is suffering. How can a word "Hui" be abandoned? !

Frost gradually infected my sideburns, and the homesick wine brewed for ten years became more and more intense. Whenever the festival comes, I dare not look far away, and I don't want to raise a glass to drown my sorrows. Let my heart calm like water, but saxophone "Go Home" has been lingering in my mind.

Miss my father

Author: Laigaifa, New Jersey

This photo was taken by my wife for my father in my hometown in the spring of 2004. This is the last photo of my father before he died. Every time I see this photo, I will think of the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, which was also the last Mid-Autumn Festival I spent with my father.

Mid-Autumn Festival is a family reunion festival. I have been studying in the United States since 1989, but I haven't been back to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with my relatives for many years. It was not until the Mid-Autumn Festival in 2004 that I finally had a chance to reunite with my relatives in China, but it was an unusual Mid-Autumn Festival. Before the Mid-Autumn Festival in 2004, I learned that my father was seriously ill and went back to visit before the festival. When I went back to see my father, he was in the intensive care unit of the hospital. When I see him, I need oxygen to help me keep breathing. I can't believe my strict father is so thin, and my heart hurts. When he saw me standing in front of his bed, his eyes were full of joy and relief. I know he must be very happy. My father and I spent the only Mid-Autumn Festival in the ward for more than ten years. My hard-working father left me forever the next day.

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. My father and I met in a hurry and left in a hurry forever. Now I can only remember my late father through photos. There is a song that goes like this, "Find some leisure, find some time, lead the children to visit home often, and accompany the lover to visit home often with a smile and blessing". This is especially true for people who are far away from home. I hope my friends can do this.

miss

Author: Yang Meiwei new york

I am the only daughter of my parents. Growing up, I often heard relatives and friends say half jokingly that my parents and I are trinity and inseparable. But now, the cruel reality has ruthlessly separated us far, far away. ......

This photo was taken at home in the summer of 1992, when I was studying abroad for more than ten years. Unfortunately, on the Double Ninth Festival in 1998, my mother died of illness, and the day when these three people got together became a permanent memory and infinite yearning.

My mother is a piano teacher and my first music teacher. On a Mid-Autumn Festival night in my childhood, she wrote a beautiful nursery rhyme and gave it to me as a Mid-Autumn Festival gift. I can't forget this nursery rhyme. Whenever I see a kind photo of my mother, I can't help singing this song in my heart. In memory of my mother, I adapted this song into a piano ditty called Mid-Autumn Festival Song.

Speaking of my father, he is the most respected, admired and proud person in my heart. My father is a construction engineer.

My father is not only successful in his career, but also a model husband and father in his daily life.

1979165438+10, came to new york to study music and piano. 1986, my father had a stroke, but in order not to affect my study mood, he resolutely suffered the disease alone, completely keeping it from me and my mother. After a long time, a relative inadvertently revealed the situation. 1989, I got a master's degree in piano playing before I went back to Guangzhou to take care of my father. However, my father suffered two strokes again, making it more and more inconvenient to move.

My father is 87 years old and blind. He lives alone in a dark world.

This Mid-Autumn Festival, I will go back to my father and sing my Mid-Autumn Festival songs in his ear. ......

Love between grandparents and grandchildren in the soft moonlight

Author: Hong Aili of Beijing Chinese School (instructor Zhao Yijun)

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the moonlight is like water. In the soft moonlight, I seem to see grandma's gentle smile, listen to grandma's gentle words and feel grandma's gentle touch. ...

Grandma is the bright moon in my heart, just like in this photo, I snuggle up to grandma and enjoy endless care, care, warmth and happiness.

After I was born, my mother was very busy at work. When I grew up, my grandmother took care of me, so I got along with my grandmother day and night. Grandma's care for me is like moonlight, gentle and delicate, and follows me everywhere. Thirst, water with the right temperature; Hungry, nutritious and delicious meals; Cold clothes, a hot fan, a quilt at night, and daily companionship-under the care of my grandmother, I grew up healthily and hardly had any serious illness.

Grandma used to be a university teacher and my first teacher. When I was a child, she taught me to sing and draw. She helps me with my homework after school. What benefits me most is that my grandmother speaks a soft and beautiful "Beijing film", and listening to her words every day is like a breeze in the forest. Although I was born and raised in America, my first language is standard Mandarin. Until now, when I travel to China, people always take my local Beijing girl with them.

Grandma's love is gentle and delicate. She always knows what I need most. When I was a child, I liked plush toys. My grandmother bought me all kinds of plush toys. Plush toys surrounded me, just like grandma's love surrounded me. When I grow up, I can always see what's wrong with my grandmother outside. Listening to grandma's gentle and patient persuasion and enlightenment, the "ice" in my heart melted unconsciously. Grandma is my bosom friend.

Grandma returned to China the year before last, and I feel like something is missing from my life. I miss my grandma, and I will always miss her-

"I hope people will live for a long time, thousands of miles away." Looking at the bright moon in the sky, I believe grandma will miss me in the moonlight.

Huang Rubin, an overseas Chinese living in new york, ran a real estate business in his later years and died on February 5, 2000. According to his will, "Huang Rubin Foundation" has donated 6,543,800+0.7 million dollars to education in poor rural areas in China in recent years.

four generations under one roof

Author: Kathy Luo

Homesickness is a constant cutting, and the reason is still chaotic. 1990, I came to the United States alone with $60, and my son got malaria by mistake, which proved a failure. This interval is actually 16 years, or even decades. In the United States, I started from scratch and worked hard. The issue of identity is imminent. I immigrated to Canada.

The first time I returned to China was the ninth year after I left home. I got a green card in Canada and went back to visit my father and son. My son has a lot of complaints, and I am helpless. (divorced in 1970s) 1997 married an American gentleman and returned to America from Canada. Although I have a home in America, I still miss my hometown and relatives during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

This homesick, homesick and wonderful program on China TV also touched my heart. You can't have it both ways. In July this year, my husband and I went back to Shanghai to visit relatives. My father is 93 years old and my grandson is four and a half months old. I took a family photo and sent it as "Four generations under one roof". Send a long-cherished wish of Mid-Autumn Festival reunion.

Young people leave home, old people come back,

The local accent won't change the hair on the temples,

Xinxin cried badly,

Four generations under one roof, thank you very much.

My brilliant dawn

By Huang Zhiping, New Jersey

This is my hometown, the starting point of the Minjiang River, located in the beautiful mountain city-Nanping, Fujian.

The scenery in the photo is where I spent every day before I was twenty. When I was a child, whenever I went to our house and lived on a small balcony halfway up the mountain, the scenery in the photos was always deeply imprinted in my heart again and again; My dream, like the water of Minjiang River, starts from here.

I have been in the United States for more than ten years, during which I passed many famous mountains and rivers; But what remains in the hearts of many people is the hometown landscape of "green mountains and green waters, and water around the two rivers". It is the harbor of my soul, the bright dawn. No matter what my life is like (good times or bad times), the places in the photos always give me great encouragement and strength. It is a song in my heart, nourishing my dream; It is my mother river, and I will always have a childlike innocence.

Miss your comrades-in-arms

Author: Chenmei Queens, New York

With this yellow and mottled photo, my heart went back to 36 years ago. On June 4, 1970, our group of 16, 17-year-old "educated youth" cried goodbye to their relatives and friends in the loud drums. To Heilongjiang Construction Corps. I have been rolling mud in the field for more than two months. The first holiday, the most exciting and looking forward to is to take a photo together and send it to my family. I remember that day we got up at 5 o'clock and walked more than 40 miles to the only photo studio in the regimental headquarters. We argued about the inscription for a long time. We think it is hypocritical to write sincere words, but we are afraid of being beaten. In the end, I wrote the 6-point ellipsis (removed by the photo studio) behind Frontier, which symbolizes our empty and ignorant future. Great changes have taken place in China in the past 36 years. I also came to the United States. At that time, we were carrying heavy burdens together, and our comrades who were homesick and crying together gradually lost contact. A sea of people. I don't know if everyone is all right now. Only this photo is taken out every Mid-Autumn Festival, which reminds us of our innocent, vacant and wandering years. Tell children the fantastic stories of our generation. Dear comrades and sisters! Do you also remember and wish each other with photos tonight? September 2006