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The Bittersweet Feeling of a Young Student |
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Time flies by so quickly during primary school years. In the blink of an eye, I
found myself in junior high school. Though I had grown up, my heart was still
filled with homesickness. I felt like a lost child, asking when I would return
home. Who can win the battle against time and stop the silver hair from
appearing on our temples? This was the painful emotion that I, like many other
students who left their hometown, felt.
Five days at school felt like a year, while two days at home felt like a day. I
also had only three or four days of holidays, which were usually spent attending
tutoring classes. How unlucky was I!
I couldn't imagine what my reaction would be when I stood at my doorstep. Would
I scream with excitement or cry with joy? However, when I arrived home, I saw my
mother cooking in the kitchen. She looked up and said calmly, "You're back." But
from her eyes, I knew she was overjoyed. Surprisingly, I also replied calmly,
"Yes." This was our first conversation after I returned home, and everything
felt so normal and peaceful.
Yet, as humans, our emotions are often revealed unconsciously through our words
and actions. I could sense their longing and expectations in our conversations.
The next day, my mother added some dishes to our lunch casually. It was then
that I deeply felt my mother's selfless love hidden behind her words and
actions. I realized how immature and foolish I had been.
During those two days, I tried my best to resist the urge to miss home. However,
I found it challenging to survive the next two years of my life, where I would
fear my parents' scolding at home, and the teachers' criticism at school. I
missed my school friends when I was at home and longed for the warmth of home
when I was at school.
The two days of the holiday were brief, and when it was time to say goodbye to
my family, I wanted to cry. I didn't know if my mother would cry as I waved
goodbye. But I knew that home would always be my refuge in life.
The sadness of leaving one's hometown is painful, but it is nothing compared to
what others have endured. I will try my best to move forward. |
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