Looking at the drizzling snow outside, my thoughts suddenly returned to the past, home, what is home? I once remembered Yang Jiang said, " family is the last and best shelter in life." Zhou Guoping said, "Home is a boat, and I have my dear in drifting." Feng Zikai said, "This is my freest and most permanent home, my destination, my home." My home is the place where I can snuggle me! What does
home taste like? I think the home in many people’s image is sweet, and bitter is sweet. It is a kind of sentiment and companionship of family affection! The taste of
is sweet. Whenever I come home with my heavy schoolbag every day after school, I work hard to carry my heavy schoolbag, and what comes to me is a sweet fragrance. This fragrance makes my fatigue disappear for the whole day. I know that this is home, the home I am familiar with, the smell of home I am familiar with, the sweet, sweet candy smell that moistens my dry heart at once. The taste of
is also bitter. When I was sick, as soon as I closed my eyes, the way I became a monk appeared in my mind. Then, I smelled a pungent smell, the bitter smell of Chinese medicine. I struggled all the time, and I didn't want to drink this bitter Chinese medicine when I was beaten to death. But every time, no matter how much I made a fuss, my mother would always wait patiently by the side. When I was tired of being tossed, she comforted me gently and told me that only by drinking this medicine can the disease recover quickly, and then gently wiped away the tears in the corners of my eyes. Only then did I pick up the bowl and drank the "bitter water" with my eyes closed.
Life is full of things, wandering wanderers always have a sense of homesickness, which is a kind of sustenance, a kind of spiritual sustenance, and there are still snowflakes floating outside. I really want to ask, is my hometown also like this?
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