我的老父亲总喜欢呆在乡下那毫无格调与时尚的旧宅里,当我费了九牛二虎之力把他请到我在市里的新家中时,他总是坐立不安,心神不宁。我问他新家的感受,他说:“太干净了,太豪华了,只是有点寂寞罢了。”我想这是老人委婉的说法,在新家,他只能看看电视,打开窗,看到的是一栋栋水泥建筑,没有绿色,似乎连天都变成灰色了。他思念他那旧宅,那里有他的喜怒哀乐,那里有他的故事与美好回忆,那里有树、有花、有鸟、有泥土青草味儿,他可以去院子里散散步,种菜浇花,他可以与隔壁的老伯下下棋,谈谈三国与水浒。这使我不得不反思,我们这一代的家是否真正像家,或者仅仅是一个可以容身的、锁住我们心灵与情趣的笼子。 My old father always liked to stay in the shackles and fashionable old house in the country, and he was always in a restless and restless mood when I spent a tremendous amount of effort pushing him to my new home in the city . I asked his new home experience, he said: “too clean, too luxurious, just a little lonely. ” I think this is the elderly euphemism, in the new home, he can only watch TV, open the window and see To the building is a single building, no green, it seems that even days have become gray. He was thinking of his old home, where he had his emotions, where he had stories and good memories. There were trees, flowers, birds, grass and grass, he could go for a walk in the yard, Flowers, he can play chess with the next man next door, talk about the Three Kingdoms and Water Margin. This made me have to reflect on whether the family of our generation is really like a family or just a cage that can hold our hearts and lock our hearts.