Home, where the heart flies

A person is quiet in the dormitory, the night is slowly coming but I don't want to turn on the lights. I sit at the computer and look at the desktop calendar. Hey, the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, staring at the words "Mid-Autumn Festival" for a while, thinking It’s not quiet...

Counting the days, from June to the present, I have not met my family for more than a year. How many months of night, I looked at the bright moon on the balcony, thinking: How good it would be if I could fly to the house at once! Sometimes it will be very naive to say to the moon: "Sister of the Moon, you took me from this to your home, and then you can pick me up to work in the morning?" She was still bright, a gust of wind blew, seemingly ethereal May be laughing at me.

Before I didn't work, I never knew what kind of feelings "homesickness" was. After more than a year, especially in the rainy weather and a silent night, I would think of my parents' voices and smiles from time to time. Then the mood is heavy at this time. It’s not a dull look at the rain that is falling, just looking up at the distance that can’t see the distance... I think, the heart is gone with the eyes.

The silvery moonlight sprinkled on the ground, and there were screaming screams everywhere. The night's aroma pervades the air, woven into a soft net, covering all the scenery inside. Everything that the eyes touched was covered with this soft net. It was not as real as it was during the day. They all had vague, illusory colors, each hiding its meticulousness. Point, keep its secrets, and make people feel like dreams. When the home scene in my mind is clear as it was yesterday.

Sixth grade: 嘻额哈