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The scene has already surrounded the world. The night only presents stars and lights in people’s vision, and the shadow of the moon cannot be seen. The bus galloped around Qinchuan eight hundred miles like a steed horse, then drove all the way along the foot of Qinling Mountains, crossing tunnels one after another and returning to the direction of home. The inside of the car was also dark, only the light of red and green street lamps streaked outside the window from time to time. I vaguely heard someone snoring, but although I was tired, I didn’t feel sleepy. My mind was walking like gossips in depression. I always like to go out, but now I am eager to return. During several days in Xi’an, I traveled between hospitals and hotels every day. The troubles of illness and unexpected diagnosis made my mood confused, heavy and confused, fragile heart also becomes extremely sensitive to the environment and human feelings. These days, luckily there was a little daughter who went to school in Xi’an. She put down her homework, ran away for me, lined up and accompanied me thoughtfully every day, and then she spent the miserable time. My daughter is going to school for class. She thinks that she is alone in the hotel and doesn’t want to stay for a moment. It is lonely and lonely to leave home and leave her relatives. It is already the sunset after seeing the doctor on the last day, walking through the afterglow of Chunyang, he fled away from the ancient city that he liked originally. The car took me through the dark night, like running around in the long journey of life. I am lonely traveller, exhausted physically and mentally, and eager to return home to warm embrace as soon as possible. Looking at the vast night outside the window, I thought of a few lyrics: I want to have a home, a place that does not need to be gorgeous, and I will think of it when I am tired; I want to have a home, a place that doesn’t need much. I won’t be afraid when I am frightened. Maybe only people who travel alone or in trouble will be more homesick. Suddenly I was lucky that I had a home, one of him and two small cotton-padded jackets. When I was sleepy and helpless, I still had warm hope and longed for coming home quickly. Since ancient times, countless poets have sung the homesickness of travellers. The fishing light is dark, the guest dreams back, and the sound is heartbreaking. A thousand miles away from the lonely boat, Wugeng, is a few lines of tears. Home is the forever shore of wandering dreams. Spring only seven days, been away two years. After people return to the wild goose, think before the flowers. These verses all reflect the common psychology that people who are far away from home are always thinking about going home. San Mao said: home, for everyone, is the source of happiness! No matter how bitter it was, it was warm. Even if the slave had a home, he didn’t feel too pitiful. Yes, no matter you are at the ends of the world, no matter what kind of trouble you are in, your home will always be the burning fire in the cold time and the lamp in the dark night. The night was getting deeper and deeper. The little girl called me several times and asked me where I had been. She told me: Mom, if you have the chance to get off the bus, you should have some food first. If you are in poor health, don’t be hungry! I said that I had eaten meat pancakes in Baoji service area, and there was a scene in front of my eyes that my little girl’s thin body was sending me off at the station. When the car started slowly, she bought me a bottle of water in a hurry. The little girl’s greetings and care sent me some comfort. The bus finally passed through the tunnel group. Soon, the lights gradually increased. We saw Qinzhou from a distance. The sleeping people gradually woke up. There were many phone calls and words in the car. Many of their families called, these happy people replied one by one that it was almost here! The warmth of home is permeated in the car, it’s really nice to have a home! I envied that they got home earlier than me, and I got off and left home with a mountain distance of two hundred miles away. It was already midnight, and people all fell asleep. I wonder if there were any vehicles heading for my small town? The bus arrived in Qincheng and drove into the coach station. I got off the car with a big bag and a small bag, and got out of the station. A gust of night wind blew and couldn’t help shivering. The night in early spring and Northwest was cold, and the wind blew on my body and penetrated my heart. In such a midnight, there were not many people on the street, only the cold and dim street lamps accompanied me. Standing alone by the road, I was worried and scared. The cold and loneliness surrounded me instantly. At this moment, how much I miss my home! It is not gorgeous, romantic or rich. Thinking, if there is no car, I can only find a hotel to wait for the dawn. In hesitation, two or three taxi drivers came here, and they rushed to ask me where to go. They even robbed my bag and let me get on the bus with pushing. I was disgusted with such a move, firmly refuse them to go anywhere! They broke up in a huff. After waiting for a while, he was just about to find a hotel, and then came to rent again. He saw the young man popping his head out and asked politely. He asked me where he wanted to go. He asked for 300 yuan and bargained with him for 200 yuan, I finally set foot on the road back to the small town. The eldest daughter called to ask me to stay in the hotel, not to walk at night, worried about safety. I said I had already left, and she said that she and her father were waiting to pick me up. On the Dark Mountain Road, the yellow light only shone on the road not far ahead. The driver and I talked together. The car climbed over two mountain beams along the winding mountain road, there was only a flash of other vehicles along the way, but no one was seen. I couldn’t help being grateful to the young man for taking me home late at night. He said that he specially ran the night train, and his father ran the day shift with more words. He had a warm home, parents, a beloved wife, and a son who was in the first grade of primary school, I just want to earn my 200 yuan tonight. I think his family must also care about him when driving in the middle of the night. It is really hard for people to live. I think of an embroidery work: On the surface of the vast lake, there are light boats floating with leaves. On the shore are cozy cabins. On the edge of the painting, people are wandering boats, and home is warm shore. There is a big character in the middle of the painting. In fact, everyone is a boat, wandering in the world hard, when tired, lonely and injured; Everyone needs a home, a warm home for us to dock, stop and set sail again. People without families are eager to have a home. We need to cherish our home well. People, regardless of their body or soul, no matter how far they have traveled, will finally return to the other side. I finally arrived at the small town at two o’clock in the morning, said goodbye to the driver, saw him turn around the car, told him to drive slowly, I had arrived home, and he would return home in the middle of the night, his parents, wife and children were waiting for his return in sleepless sleep. Often, we also repeat the process of leaving home, homesickness and going home. No matter how far away we are from home, the yearning for home is like an invisible thread leading you back home finally. Maybe, one day, we will make life tortured to be insensitive and neglect the importance of home, but when we pass through laughter, tears, loneliness and hesitation, we will find that, there is also such an eternal feeling that makes us understand that having a home is happiness! When we are tired, tired, no matter what kind of magnificent or high-rise villa, what you can think of is still your own nest, and only here can you find that warmth and sureness, find affection and happiness. Home is irreplaceable, Zhou Guoping said: Don’t say that there is no worry about the red stripes coming and going. At least, when we come to this world, there is a home that allows us to land. When we left, we were not willing to have no relatives and no relatives to say goodbye. I believe that if the soul does not die, we will still miss the home left on Earth in heaven. Walking into the small yard, the house was brightly lit inside and outside, and the door was open to wait for me. Touching the bed, it was hot, and the electric blanket had already been inserted. My daughter brought a cup of water, and he brought a prepared meal. My father and daughter asked, I simply said a few words. I said that when I stayed in the hotel these days, I wanted to have a good sleep at home. They told me not to think too much and have a good rest. I am the tired bird came back to the nest, and got into the warm bed in sleepiness. I felt a little sad and moved, but I didn’t feel sleepy. I remembered that sentence again-people are wandering boats, and home is warm shore. Author/Xiaoyue breeze spring snow

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