At 9: 30 in the evening, the classic saxophone "Go Home" sounded in the gym on time. When the door closes at ten o'clock, the "marching order" will be sounded to the members of the fitness movement half an hour in advance. Every time I hear this famous Kenneth Gorelick song in the gym, I know it's time to finish my exercise and go home. This time, I felt a sense of emotion.

As the New Year approaches in China, many people are dragging their luggage and rushing back to their hometown by train and plane. Going home, a very common behavior, has been given a different meaning in this cold winter. Busy all year round, I can finally take a long vacation home and have a good time with my family.

Going home, since childhood, we have been home countless times. Every time I go home, it's like a boat going back to the harbor and homing. We are calm and safe, and going home is the happiest thing.

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When I was a child, when I was studying in the primary school in the village, I rushed to school early with the senior children in the village. After the morning reading, I went home for breakfast with the senior children, and then went to school with them. I go home from school with them at noon and go to school with them after lunch. After school in the afternoon, the older one will take the younger one home.

I feel that in my life, I go home the most times a day when I was a child. No matter how many times I go home, I will never get tired of it. On my way home, I not only walked, but also played while walking. I remember that when the dirt road in the country met with rain and mud, I was never afraid of difficulties. On the contrary, it's fun to step on the mud in half boots. Even when I am naughty, some friends will fight in the mud.

When I was a child, I was completely innocent, and going home was the happiest thing.

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When I was older, I went to middle school in the county. Middle schools need to study at night and go home at night. I remember that I used to ride a bike. I ride home from school several times every day. After a long time, my cycling skills are getting better and better. Finally, people and cars are integrated, and I can stretch my hands when turning. Even if the road is bad and there are depressions, I often gallop on the road.

In middle school, going home was like lightning, coming and going in a hurry.

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After graduating from high school, I left home to go to college in a distant city. Since then, I have been home less and less.

I remember that just one month after I went to college, it was National Day, and I was anxious to go home by train. This is the first time to go home from such a far place. Although I have only been away from home for a month, it's like a year. Growing up, I ate my mother's cooking for three meals a day. I changed the world after I went to college. I no longer eat the smell of home, and my clothes are not as clean as my mother's hand washing. I can only live in the school dormitory with many people. University life and primary and secondary schools staying in their hometown are two different worlds, but this is only the beginning, and there are more challenges in the future.

In college, going home is so precious that people miss the taste of home.

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Later, he ran away from home, away from his family, and entered the society to work. In a strange city, renting your own place is your own small home. In this small home, the master bedroom is a small bed, a computer, a wardrobe and a few pieces of luggage, which is extremely simple; Although the small kitchen is simple, it can also make a fire to cook. I am a person who doesn't like eating fast food outside. I think the food I cook is very comfortable. The company doesn't need to take a bus nearby. I would rather walk home at noon and cook a simple meal, and occasionally cook a few delicious meals on weekends. Going home at this time is completely a small life for one person.

The job has changed several times, and the small family has moved to several places. I drag my tired body back to this small world every day. Although it is not as atmospheric as my hometown and the environment is not as good as a mansion, "I am a humble room, but I am virtuous."

Every time I go back to my humble rental house, I look at the high-rise buildings around me and think that one day, I will have my real home here.

Wandering away, going home, going back to your parents once a year, and going back to your real home seem so extravagant. One year, I was so busy at work that it was difficult to get a ticket home. My sister and I stayed in the city where I worked for a year. There is no festive atmosphere of New Year in big cities, no firecrackers, no dragon and lion dances. There are few vehicles and pedestrians on the road. Looking at the festive sky in this city, I can only feel homesick.

A wandering wanderer who is a stranger in a foreign land, especially when loneliness haunts my heart and everyone is rushing back, the desire to go home is always so strong that people expect it.

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No matter how big and prosperous the city is, it is difficult to have too much nostalgia and sense of belonging to this city without a home that really belongs to you. Going home every day, but returning to the home that doesn't really belong to you, always makes people feel unspeakable strangeness.

Later, I bid farewell to the rental house, bought my own house in the city where I worked, and lived with my parents. Only then did I have a real home outside my hometown.

Going home, the city looks so ordinary and natural because it has its own home. However, when our home is thousands of miles away, we need to constantly grab tickets, pull a pile of luggage through the crowd, and rush home in the cold wind. It is so precious to go home.

Going home, even if it is a distant home, only once a year, only a few times in a lifetime. No matter where we are, no matter whether we have money or not, there are always relatives looking forward to us and caring about us. No matter how prosperous the outside world is, no matter whether we win or lose, only the harbor at home is the warmest.

As Wang Jie sang in "Going Home", "No matter how vast the world is, my thoughts remain". The outside world is so beautiful, it is better to go home. Go home, get on the train home, and let your heart return to the place you miss most with the sound of the tracks.

Although there are many happy things in the world, going home is the happiest thing. The Chinese New Year is coming, so go home and let your heart return to the harbor of happiness.

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I'm Mr. Apollo

Thank you for reading my article.

I hope my words can bring you a little warmth in the cold winter!