The worst fear is not being displaced, but not being with you.

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When I went to work this morning, I heard an old couple in the community talking about what kind of New Year goods to buy. They counted their family's preferences and said that their daughter did not like mutton, but their son loved it. Therefore, we should prepare two pieces of dumpling stuffing and use different methods to wrap them. Otherwise, the children would be unhappy if they ate it wrong.

I followed them and listened to them saying these homely words. My nose was sore and I wanted to go home. But because of the rebound of the epidemic, I had to return the ticket I bought long ago and stay in Beijing for the Spring Festival in order to be safe.

In fact, I was very happy when I just learned that I could not go home. After all, as a single person in his late thirties, the Spring Festival for me is like a large-scale campaign of marriage urging and blind date. Not going home means I don't have to face these things.

But after listening to the chat between the old couple, I realized that no one really doesn't miss home even if there is a big reason.

The impression is that before the Spring Festival every year, TV news will broadcast people and their stories who travel across mountains and rivers to go home. I remember a man who took his wife to ride a motorcycle all day and all night in winter because he could not buy a train ticket.

During the Spring Festival travel every year, the railway station is full of people. Many of them don't even have a seat, but they are still desperate to buy tickets and rush to the place called "home".

I didn't understand why people were so obsessed with "going home for the Spring Festival" before. Now I understand that although the world is big and wonderful, in this vast world, only the house called Home is where people regard your preferences as a great thing to remember.

There is a plot in the TV play "Mountain and Sea Sentiment", which tells that in order to find the children of his aunt, Ma Debao went out to work without his family's knowledge. In the half year since he left home, he traveled half of Xinjiang to work as a coolie, sifting sand under dozens of degrees of sun, was cheated into a black coal mine, and almost died of a cave in accident.

But when he came home, he didn't mention a word about it. He just wolfed down a bowl of mother's rolled noodles and said, "When I was hungry outside, what I wanted most was this bowl of mother's rolled noodles.";

Someone from Zhihu asked: Why do you have to go home for the Spring Festival? One man replied, "When I go home for the New Year and have a few meals cooked by my mother, I will have all the strength to fight against life in the coming year.".

When we grow up, it seems that whether you like it or not, we will be forced to shoulder the continuous problems in life. Whether you endure or cry, compromise or bite the bullet, life will ignore it, and it will only give you all the difficulties according to its own will.

But family members are different. They care about your mood. They may nag you and urge you to marry, but they care more about whether you eat well and sleep well. Home is like a huge charging station. From the beginning of the year to the end of the year, we have consumed all the energy we have saved. Then you can quickly replenish it during the New Year.

In 2020, everyone will have a hard time. Under the epidemic, work, love and school will be greatly affected. We have been biting our teeth to this day, and the greatest hope is that we can complain to them during the New Year, act coquettishly, be lazy, and take a breath.

But this year, we can't go home again. This feeling is especially like the first time you live on campus. You are facing a strange environment, sleeping in a strange bed, and eating unsavory food. You want to go home every day.

But when I called home, my tears fell off and I said, "I'm fine." It was the first gentleness I learned when I grew up not to report bad news, and learning to find a way to live in peace with the new environment was the first skill I learned from the painful thing of leaving home.

In fact, human growth is the sum of countless moments. Maybe we don't know what moment I became strong and what moment I suddenly realized life Of.

Since you can't go home for the time being, you can't take Mom's specialty food and Dad's nagging as energy supplement for the next year, then try to be your own supply station. It's not up to us to decide whether the world is bad or good, but it's up to you to decide how to face life. Come on, it will be good.