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Time is slow, one stop after another, recording the changes and vicissitudes of the world like annual rings. On the road of life for more than ten years, I traveled between home and school, stopping and taking a break, cherishing the changing scenery, and inadvertently touching the pulse of home...
"When you hear dogs barking at Chaimen, you return home on a snowy night", home is a harbor and destination. Because the school was far away from home, I became a boarding student after I entered middle school. Cell phones are not allowed in school, so I seldom contact my parents. My favorite day of the week is Friday because that is the day to go home. Every time I go home, as soon as the car arrives at the stop, I can see my father or mother standing on the roadside waiting for my return. When I got off the bus, my parents came up to take my schoolbag and asked about my study. The way home was full of laughter. I want to share happy things with my parents, and talk to my parents about sad things. It seems that I don’t want to talk about anything, for fear of missing every bit of what happened when they are not around. Home is where parents are. Home is our warmest, most comfortable and most comfortable haven and destination.
"Before departure, I am afraid that I will return later." Home is my longing and concern. There is a saying in the north that "get on the bus and get the dumplings, get off the noodles". I heard my mother say that when she was in school, her grandma always liked to make dumplings for her every time she left home and returned to school. This custom naturally carried over to my mother. Whenever the winter and summer vacations are over and the sound of chopping dumpling fillings is heard at home, it means that school is about to start again. Because I hate separation, I also don’t like eating dumplings. But whenever I get tired of eating in the school cafeteria, what I miss the most is my mother’s dumplings with three delicacies fillings. The dumplings are wrapped in my mother's concern and reluctance for me, and are full of love. I think that no matter where I am in the future, my family will always be the most concerned about us and the most worthy of our concern.
"The love given to each other is infinite, and a piece of clothing is better than a loose thread." Home is a supply station and electrical storage. As I was writing furiously in the high school entrance exam room, I recalled the scene when my parents took the exam. Although they were not very educated and not rich, they did their best to create the best learning conditions for me. They expected a lot from me but never put pressure on me. To get into my ideal high school and university, I will be further and further away from home. I will do my best to pursue my ideals. Although I am born ordinary, my presence can make my family feel that life is better. Live up to your time and live up to your parents’ expectations.
Where the shadow of the candle swayed, clear tears fell on the paper and became a book; when the bright moon was in the sky, my thoughts lingered on my pillow and I couldn't sleep; I traced the jade railing all night long, sending thousands of thoughts. Just one sentence, I wish my home and family everything is well.
