Prose about going back to my hometown to visit my mother

In your daily study, work or life, you often see prose, right? Prose is not limited by time and space. When writing prose, most of the time it is inseparable from events. So, do you know how to write a good essay? The following is a collection of essays about returning to my hometown to visit my mother. I hope it will be helpful to everyone. Prose about going back to my hometown to visit my mother, Part 1

After winter comes, the weather becomes colder and colder day by day, and it gets darker earlier and earlier.

Since my father was treated and hospitalized in the county hospital, I have been worried about my father’s condition and even more concerned about my mother who lives alone in the countryside. Part-time work is inherently tiring. Because of my seriously ill father and my elderly mother who lives far away in my hometown, my steps become more hurried and my heart becomes more uneasy every day.

My father wears hanging needles every day. My brother, sister-in-law, me, wife, brother, and sister-in-law took turns running to the hospital to deliver meals to my father and take care of him. A month has passed, and my father's condition has become somewhat stable. However, the attending doctor has never made a clear diagnosis of my father's disease. He only judged that there was a lesion in a certain part of my father's body based on clinical experience and machine examinations. At the doctor's suggestion and our request, my brother and I sent my father to a large hospital in the provincial capital for further diagnosis and treatment.

I also thought that when my mother knew the news, she would be anxious and worried. The mother will understand that the county hospital has not treated my father's illness for a month, which means that my father's illness is serious. Mother's body has always been very weak. Can she withstand such a blow?

After my father finally settled in the overcrowded hospital in the provincial capital, the doctor said that various examinations and diagnoses would have to wait for several days. At my father’s urging, I took the shuttle bus with a heavy heart the next morning. After returning to the county town, I took advantage of my leave time to take the shuttle bus back to my hometown as soon as possible and tell my mother about my father's situation in person, so that my mother should not be too anxious or work too hard.

I haven’t been back to my hometown for a long time. When I took the shuttle bus and passed through a section of road, I found that the route had been changed. The shuttle bus now runs on a newly built flat asphalt road. I don’t know how many years in the past, this road section called "Shuangbaozigou" has indeed been a large deep ditch. Due to the erosion of mountains and rivers for many years, the road in the ditch has been winding and difficult to walk. For more than 20 years, I have often taken a shuttle bus and passed by here, and I saw it with my own eyes. I have witnessed the difficulties and twists and turns of this journey. Every once in a while, someone will repair it, but it is always not repaired. Maybe it was because the road conditions were so bad and the dirt ground was sinking, it was really difficult. The shuttle bus passed "Shuangbaozigou", then went up a big mountain with twists and turns, and then went down the mountain with twists and turns before reaching Zhuanglang County. In the past, on rainy and snowy days, countless cars rolled over in "Shuangbaozigou", countless accidents occurred, and countless people were injured. These unbearable past events have finally become history. Therefore, I have a lot of emotions in my heart.

After arriving at Zhuanglang County, I transferred to a bus to the countryside. After driving for about an hour, I arrived. At this moment, what makes my eyes shine is: the village road that I have walked for many years has hardened into a cement road. In the past, the dirt roads really caused people a lot of hardship every time it rained. We walked through the village road and then walked for half an hour on a rugged mountain road to reach our hometown. I once wrote a few words: My hometown is located in my heart, but to reach it, I have to walk a long, long way! When I knocked on the door and called my mother, I heard my mother walking back and forth and opening the door while saying yes. My mother was also surprised and asked me, why did I come back?

My mother took the food and food in my hand. She put the fruit on the table, looked at me and said: She had learned from the phone that her father had gone to the provincial capital to see a doctor. On the phone, she talked to her father, and he told her about his physical condition. She was not too impatient...

I know that this is my mother comforting me, telling me not to worry about her and to do my own thing. I also knew in my heart, how could my mother not be anxious? After such a long time, why couldn't she cure a cold, and why did she have to go to a provincial capital so far away from the county seat to see a doctor again?

The weather was gloomy that day, with snow particles floating in the air.

The village was extremely quiet, without any sound. More families have moved to the "new countryside" down the mountain. There are very few poultry and livestock in the village. Most young people have already gone to work hard in the outside world. The lands and villages that have nurtured generations of people have become increasingly desolate.

Sitting by the fire, my eyes fell on the items in the room, including an old sofa, an old desk, an old TV, an old noodle cabinet, an old table, three old wooden boxes, an earthen bed, and quilts. Land, an old wooden pillar supporting the beam... these are the things that have accompanied my father and mother for many years. Now they look old and lifeless. Now I am spending a long and lonely time with my mother.

Yes, there is also the kitchen side by side with the upper room, the side room where livestock was raised, and the two houses to the north of the yard. The tiles on the roofs are all gray and old; and there is the courtyard. A simple straw shed with debris piled inside, firewood, some farm tools, furniture, a cellar, a lush larch, a banana and pear tree that does not bloom or bear fruit, a thin pepper tree, water pipes... everything. , so familiar and so close, I couldn't help but feel warm and sad feelings.

While I was deep in thought, my mother had already brought the hot meal.

Eating the food my mother cooked for me, looking at my old, lonely mother, and listening to my mother’s words, tears welled up in my eyes over and over again. Somehow, I felt that my mother had grown old all of a sudden, her body had shrunk, her hair was gray, and her face was haggard. I have reached middle age, but my father and mother are getting older day by day. This is the law of nature. This is the ruthlessness of time.

Talking to my mother makes me feel at ease. The mother also talked about the physical conditions of several older people in the village, and several people who had fallen ill and died. When I came home this time, my mother was in a slightly better mood. Perhaps after experiencing countless ups and downs, experiencing all the ups and downs, and surviving hardships, some of my mother’s views on life surprised me. Of course, what we talk about most is my father’s health and illness. I complained to my mother that my father should have gone to the county town for medical treatment earlier. My mother said: It’s not like you don’t know my father’s temper. Sometimes he can be very stubborn. He wouldn’t let her tell us at all. In the past, whenever he had a cold, he would get better after taking some medicine. But this time I took a lot of western medicine, but it didn't get better, and it got worse day by day. But my father still insisted not to let my mother tell us...

It was approaching evening, and I suddenly decided to take my mother back to the county town to live. Living in this lonely village, my mother was too lonely. So she called her brother in the county town and asked him to rent a car. My mother also called her father in the provincial town to ask for his opinion.

During this period, I carried more than a dozen bundles of firewood that my father carried home when the weather was warm, from a garden outside the courtyard to the yard. When the firewood was completely dry, I carried it on my back. They all have weight, and when these firewoods are wet, each bundle weighs about eighty or ninety kilograms. My father packed them back in bundles from distant ditches or mountain ridges...

The garden behind my yard is very large. It belongs to a neighbor's house. There are some apricot and pear trees growing in it, as well as vegetables. At first, my courtyard was also the garden of my neighbor’s house. It can be seen that the neighbor’s family used to be a relatively wealthy family. Later, the production team (as it was called in the 1960s and 1970s) assigned it to my family. In addition, my father worked outside the home, and there were more than ten people in the family. `The neighbor may have always been dissatisfied, so when I was a teenager, I felt that everyone in the neighbor's family was fierce and didn't look at us well. We brothers dare not even take a step closer to this garden. The scene in front of me really made me sigh and sigh: the neighbor's family that once had a prosperous population and a prosperous life now only has an old aunt living alone. She is 70 years old and is still growing crops. Although she has three sons and one daughter, they have all separated a long time ago; her two sons also live in this village. I heard from my mother that they didn't take care of the old aunt at all. Now her courtyard and house are dilapidated and dilapidated, and the once vibrant large garden behind the courtyard is also a desolate and depressed scene...

After placing the firewood, I returned to the upper room and sat down to rest.

My mother said to me seriously: She will not go to the county seat. Her father said it was up to her to decide. Her father did not say that she would not be allowed to go to the county seat; but she had to wait until her father returned from medical treatment.

I know that my father is worried about the old house and some things that have accompanied him and his mother for many years! Prose about going back to my hometown to visit my mother, Part 2

On May 12th, my child asked me to take him home to see his mother. He said that the 13th was Mother’s Day and he missed his mother very much and must go home. That afternoon, I had to attend a banquet hosted by my colleagues, so I went to meet my colleagues at their house at noon. As soon as I came out of my colleagues' house, I got on the car to go home.

On the way home, my friend Ying sent a message saying that the mother of the person who received her message must be very happy on Mother's Day. What she meant was: Should I go home to see my mother? I suffer from a problem with my phone that hasn’t been repaired yet. I can only receive messages and make calls but can’t send messages, so I don’t reply to messages. At that time, I wanted to tell her: I am almost home. I went home to see my mother. I wonder if she also went home to see her mother? I also want to tell her: Thanks to her distant friend who always reminds me, I can go home on Father's Day or Mother's Day, or make a phone call home. Although I am not used to those special holidays, on Mother's Day in the future, as long as there is nothing special and conditions permit, I will definitely go home to see my mother.

Although I have been home for four or five days on May Day, I still couldn’t help but ask myself when I was getting home: What is mom doing now? The child kept saying that he would look at his mother first and then his grandma. My wife runs a clinic at her father-in-law's house. Recently, she has to help her father-in-law and mother-in-law raise seedlings, give vaccinations, and treat patients. Therefore, she has no time to go to the county town to see the children. I took the child home on May Day. Because my father-in-law’s house was too busy and the two elders were still working from 6 a.m. to 12 p.m., I didn’t take the child to see his mother. Thinking of this, I agreed to the request of having a child. When I got home, I didn't see my mother. Ask your second brother what your mother is busy with. The second brother said that mom was working in the fields. In the past few days, one person in the family has been very busy. I didn't say anything more and took the children to see my wife.

My wife did not expect the sudden arrival of my child and me, and she was overjoyed beyond words. As soon as the child saw his wife, he immediately threw himself into her arms and was extremely happy. Afterwards, he reported his study and life situation to his wife in detail, saying that he had drawn a painting for his wife and asked her to guess what he had drawn. Seeing the joy of my wife and child, I thought that this trip home was both worthwhile and cost-effective.

At this time, a friend called me and asked me why I didn’t attend the wedding banquet of my newly married colleague. I told my story about taking my child home to see my mother, and my friend agreed with my decision. He said, “I don’t know if you don’t tell me.” In the evening, I have to call my mother.

On the morning of May 13, when I came back from my father-in-law’s house, my mother went to help others raise rice seedlings again. Mom is busy all day long. But as soon as she heard that her grandson was coming home, she would come back to tease her grandson no matter what, even if it was just for a few minutes. Mom actually had another purpose, which was to ask me about my third brother. Everyone in the family knows that my third brother and I have the most contact. Therefore, even if I don't go home, I will often report to my family how my third brother and I are doing, so that my parents can feel at ease for a long time, sleep well, eat well, and be energetic.

After breakfast, while the family was talking, my mother came back. At that time, the child was asking me to read the story "White Snake Meat" to him. As soon as my mother entered the house, she teased her grandson and said, "Which little guy is coming home?" Which little guy came home? Where is the child? Yo, I can't find him.

Usually, children love to "hide and seek" (hide and seek) with their grandparents as soon as they come home.

When the child heard his mother’s voice, he hurriedly crawled into my arms, saying that he had to hide, he wanted his grandma to not find him, and he wanted her to suddenly become happy.

This guy.

As expected, my mother started playing hide-and-seek with her grandson. The grandfather and grandson burst into laughter for a while.

When my mother smiles, I laugh too. I asked my mother if she was feeling better. Just over a month ago, I accompanied my mother to the county emergency center for diagnosis, and she was diagnosed with chronic gastritis and gastric ulcer. After that, we suggested that my mother take traditional Chinese medicine, and my mother agreed, saying that traditional Chinese medicine would cure the root cause. After my mother started taking medicine, I called her every once in a while to check on her condition. When my mother answers the phone, she often says, don’t call home, it’s a waste of phone bills. Although I say this, every time I talk to my mother on the phone, it lasts more than eight minutes. Or I didn’t hang up until my mother persuaded me to say OK, hang up, hang up.

Amidst the laughter with her grandson, my mother was all smiles. Judging from her face and voice, she is indeed much better than before taking the medicine. Mom said she was eating well and sleeping well recently. She also said that as long as she no longer overworked herself, she would be fine. Mom always said this inadvertently. She didn't know how painful it was for us as children to say such words. Mom may not consider our feelings because she is uneducated, but she is telling the truth. We brothers and sisters generally don’t care what Mom says is “not good”. After Mom said this, she continued to tease her grandson as if she had never said this before. At this time, I knew more clearly: for many rural women like my mother, their diseases are usually caused by "grinding". They generally "can't speak". Even these words are often forgotten immediately in front of their children. After her children got married, they would go home to see her and her husband. Her joy would accompany her for a long time, and she would still have pride on her face when talking about her children to the villagers a lot of time later. I think, for mothers, this may be happiness.

Seeing my mother’s heartfelt joy, I took my child back to the city. The 13th is Sunday and I have to go to work on Monday. I'm glad that this year's Mother's Day falls on the weekend, so I have time to go home and see my mom.

As I was typing these words, I remembered that it is actually unrealistic to go home to see my father or mother when it is their holiday. The first is whether time permits, and the second is whether there are other things going on at the time and whether you can walk away.

On the afternoon of the 12th, I had dinner with a boss. The child talks about his exciting trip home to see his mother. The boss immediately called his mother and said that he called her because he heard a child say that today was Mother's Day, wishing her good health and happiness every day. He also said, Mom, if your son is unfilial, he won’t be able to accompany you even on Mother’s Day. I could hear the old mother on the other end of the phone who we had never met say, "What's Mother's Day? You just came back from home the day before yesterday." I'm very well. He quickly said, I forgot, Mom, you have no money on hand, or you want to buy something, you are welcome, you must call me. After that, he and his mother chatted about some housework, and then he gave up after receiving his mother's "order". After hanging up the phone, he said that he had just transferred several thousand yuan to his mother's account a few days ago. He was often out and his father passed away early. So, no matter how he was doing, whether he was happy or not, he would always call his mother. Every time I call my mother, I have to do it with a smile and a relaxed tone to make her feel at ease.

When the boss called my mother, I thought, it seems that no matter who you are, your heart is always concerned about the mother who gave birth to you.

After he finished the phone call, our new friends were very happy, and they all accidentally brought up the topic of mother. When toasting, everyone was very excited.

Yes, a toast to the health of mothers is a meaningful toast.

However, not everyone can call their mother during the holidays, not everyone can go home to see their parents during the holidays, and not everyone knows about Father’s Day or Mother’s Day. . However, many people, especially Chinese people, in addition to traditional festivals, actually have two other festivals in mind: their parents’ birthdays.

Moreover, as he (she) gets older, as his (her) children grow up day by day, and as he (she) becomes a father or mother, he (she) will pay more and more attention to his or her parents' birthdays. This festival, I might as well call it "the festival in my heart". It is a beautiful thing for my parents to always remember this festival in their hearts.

After I came back and chatted with Yingwang, I told her that in fact, in my heart, every day is a holiday for my parents. The reason is very simple: I am not a person who is good at celebrating festivals, but I am willing to generalize and normalize all festivals, and I am more willing to normalize all my concerns. Therefore, no matter whether it is a holiday or not, as long as you are free, go home to see, do some work, or call your elder brother. This is really one of the sources of happiness and ease in life. Ying agreed with my proposal and said that it was really not easy to do this. She said let us bless our own mothers and bless mothers in the world.

Seeing the above-mentioned blessing text for my mother appear in the chat box, for some reason, I was very excited the whole morning. I think I should tell my friends about this excitement, and work with them to continue this excitement and normalize it in our lives.