You're home. I'm waiting for you.

you're home.

I'm waiting for you.

I remember when we were young, every time we moved to a new house, our parents would send some delicious food cooked by ourselves to our neighbors, and my mother would give them some good dishes made by herself.

because my family is also more traditional, I always feel that the concept of neighbor is still a relatively cordial relationship, living in the same yard, living at the same door, bowing my head and not looking up, and helping each other with any food and drink. It's just an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks.

but since I came to Beijing to go to school, I have rented a house after graduation.

I found that this kind of neighborhood relationship has become not so close.

one of my elder brothers and I live in a neighborhood. Once we had dinner together, he told me he was a little homesick, and I asked him what was wrong. He said that he had lived here for 8 years and didn't even know what the neighborhood looked like.

at that time, I thought, yeah, I don't know.

I remember that when I was a child, my grandmother at the opposite door sent dumplings to my family as soon as the Spring Festival came. The grandmother was so skilled that the dumplings she made even became my annual reward.

"go home for dinner."

this is probably the sentence that people floating outside most want to hear.

there is a long way in front of my grandmother's house. Every time I go home, I always take that road. There are many trees along the way. The scenery is different all year round, but the figure of my grandmother is always the same at the end of the road.

every time I leave that way, my grandmother will watch me go to the corner before leaving.

that way, I often go back in my dreams.

the way home also makes me very secure, because I know that no matter how far I go, there will always be a pair of eyes watching me at the end of the road.

the taste of home is my unfinished greed and the peace of pillow in my dream.

I remember that once my friend took me to a home-cooked restaurant.

I ordered potato ribs.

I was talking and laughing with her, but then the food came up, and I couldn't smell it. I couldn't wait to taste it, and tears came down at that time.

I don't want to be so hypocritical, but you know that the effect of a smell on a person may last a lifetime, and it comes from your memory.

stewed ribs with potatoes is a dish that my grandfather used to cook for me when I was at school before he died. I never tasted it again after he died. Every time I want to eat this dish, it's like my brain automatically broke its tongue.

so later, I often went to that restaurant to eat that dish, and when I touched the food on the tip of my tongue, I felt as if I went home as if my grandfather was sitting opposite me and told me to eat more when I was growing up.

later, I went to school and worked in Beijing.

some friends in Beijing told me to ask me to eat out or order takeout. Their parents called them and asked if they wanted to go home for dinner. I told them that if they could go home for dinner, they should go home for dinner. If there is such a condition, don't keep them waiting.

because you may not feel the taste of home, how important it is.

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