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I don’t know when this almost common sense thought of myself turned out to be a luxury. After leaving home for a long time, my impression of home became particularly blurred, while my obsession with home doubled as many as possible. From coming back from school to going out from home, as well as my father’s thousands of times urging my mother to chatter, I will miss the feeling of home more, warmth and warmth. I once imagined all kinds of scenes when I returned home, but it was not as good as people’s wishes again and again. Home is the harbor of happiness. When I was young, when I went out to play and went back home, I always stuck to my mother’s side, and I would not leave until my mother got bored! From time to time, I spit out my tongue and make a face of Su Wukong in Journey to the West! It made the neighbor aunt smile knowingly, “This child is so big and still stuck in her mother’s arms, ah! At this time, I would turn my eyeballs up and stick out my tongue: “Ah, and then I ran away. Of course, this was my childhood situation. This happy time was like a blink of an eye. I was sent to school without family members and many partners of the same age. Because I was too naughty, I was often criticized by teachers. Remember, had enough grievance school of course can’t prevail. When I got home, I told my mother that I took the opportunity to tell her my mother that I didn’t want to go to school, hoping to get her comfort. After hearing this, my mother felt both angry and funny, and Hao Sheng advised me to go back to school and not to make trouble. Before leaving, I took out a dime from the pocket of clothes and asked me to buy bubble gum. I got the money happily and ran to the school in the village to show off to my friends. At this point, I became more and more audacious. In class, I deliberately tied the ponytail of the short girl in the front row with her chair. When the little girl stood up, her hair fell and hurt badly, I had to wow and cried. The teacher knew it was me who did it at a glance, and he was in a hurry. He took the opportunity to pick up a piece of chalk and hit me on the head, asking me to stand in the back of the classroom and wait for the hair to fall after class! This time, of course, I am not that lucky. Criticism is indispensable. Finally, the teacher decided to give me a home visit. I took the teacher back home that day, and my father was also there. When the teacher explained the meaning. My father was ready to beat me without saying anything. The teacher hurriedly persuaded me and said, it was just too naughty. We shouldn’t beat children rudely and educate them well. After the teacher left that day, my father didn’t beat me. He just told me many so-called principles that I didn’t quite understand at that time. I murmured silently in my heart that I couldn’t make trouble any more, so I dared not to bring my teacher home! Of course, I didn’t let my parents worry about the so-called naughty things any more. I thought it was when I was young. When I was older, I went to junior high school, boarding school and rode home once a week, my mother made all kinds of delicious food for me. It was too late to go home on weekends. My mother always stood under the big tree at the head of the village and looked at Baishan. There were few people going back to the village on the road. My mother would always catch people and ask if she had seen it. I remember one time when it snowed and the road was slippery, I accidentally dropped a ditch on the roadside when riding a bike. It was so painful that I couldn’t ride a bike, so I pushed the cart forward. I hurried back to the village head in the middle of the night, and, like a Knife cut, biting pain! At the thought of coming home soon, I felt happy. Walking, I suddenly found a man standing not far ahead, looking in my direction. I shouted at once: who? Mother said: it’s me. It’s getting dark. You haven’t come back yet. He told his mother that he felt uncomfortable when he learned that he had been standing in the snow for more than two hours. He hurried to ask his mother not to worry too much. Isn’t he coming back! As he was talking, he went into the Kang again, and the warm current spread all over his body immediately, warming his heart! My mother was still nagging something, but I didn’t have much heart to listen, just enjoying the hot bed. Imagine that the feeling of going home cannot be expressed in words. Later, I went to high school and went home once a month. But at the beginning, I always missed home every weekend, always thinking about various reasons to go home, sticking to my mother’s side and listening to her nagging. After a long time, I took it as a kind of homework. When I was young, I often didn’t miss home too much because of heavy study or self-restraint. Men shouldn’t fall in love with home for a long time! Therefore, there are fewer people going home, but there are more thoughts of homesickness. I went out to study until I joined the work, but I could only go home once or twice a year, sometimes not once a year. Every New Year or summer vacation, this kind of expectation would follow one after another. My colleague came over and asked, will you go home this year? I said that I might not be able to go back this year. I wanted to go home, but I couldn’t stop! It should be said that going home is a kind of plot, but also a kind of expectation! This kind of plot originates from this yearning for home, which is like the call of mother. Just like a little poem wrote: Going home is just a dream, just a plan. In fact, the bag has already been prepared, but the day of departure has become a mystery without answer. 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