Some people say that peace is a kind of happiness, and we don't want to be rich and expensive. As long as the family is safe, it is happiness.
Some people say that happiness is when your mother calls you home for dinner.
In my childhood memory, when smoke rose from the kitchen chimney, the air was filled with the smell of light meals. Mother always calls her birth name on the hillside not far from home, watching her reproachful smiling face and smelling the faint fragrance of food in the air, and her heart is full of happiness.
Others say that happiness is that there is one lamp left for you out of thousands of lamps.
In the dead of night, after a hard day's work, when you drag your tired body back to the door, the lights at home are still on, waiting for your return. No matter how deep the night is, there are still people waiting for you, then you are happy.
Happiness always seems dull, but it always touches your heartstrings inadvertently, and there is a kind of happiness called home.
As the Spring Festival approached that year, I was still at Guizhou Railway Station, 3000 kilometers away, with a heavy bag on my shoulder.
"When can you go home!"
"mom! Don't worry, I will be able to go home before the Chinese New Year. "
"Well, that's good. That's good. Mom is waiting for you to go home. "
The railway station is crowded with passengers coming and going in a hurry, but the tickets to and from Chengdu have already been sold out. I turned out of the railway station and went straight to the long-distance bus station.
Perhaps by luck, there was one last seat on the long-distance bus from Chengdu to Chengdu, and I got on the long-distance bus from Chengdu to Chengdu smoothly.
After a long night's journey, I went straight to Chengdu Railway Station with luck. However, the tickets have been sold out, even in the next few days.
so this is it？ But I promised my mother that I would go home before the festival.
The urgency of going home made me a little unwilling, but I had to wander around the square outside the railway station, when an old man leaned over to me.
"Do you want a ticket?" The old man looked around warily, lowered his voice and asked me helplessly.
"Is there a ticket to Urumqi?" Needless to say, the old man is a scalper. I seem to have seen the last straw.
"Do you want it?"
"Yes!"
As a result, I bought a train ticket to Urumqi from the old man at a price thirty or forty times higher than the original price. Unexpectedly, there are seats in the ticket instead of standing tickets, which really makes me wonder which old man I should thank for selling my ticket.
The car is one of those green leather cars, and the aisle is crowded with people. With a pile of luggage, I pushed my way through the crowd, climbed over the hill and finally set foot on my way home.
The three-day and three-night trip has made me travel-stained, but my steps are getting faster and faster in the cold wind.
Familiar street, familiar front tree, under which is a long-awaited familiar figure. At this moment, my heart was filled with emotion, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.
"Mom, I'm back!"
It feels good to be home. I'm happy to call home!