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Homesickness in the First Year of Junior High School |
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At the age of 12, I stepped into the gate of junior high school. Everything
around me felt unfamiliar. I didn't know why, but the excitement I had felt
about starting middle school had turned into sadness. A feeling I had never
experienced before had taken root in my heart and quietly grown.
To improve my studies, I chose to live in the school dormitory. However, reality
was harsh. The dormitory environment was completely different from what I had
imagined: piles of garbage, no working toilets, and no water... this was the
environment I would have to live and study in for the next three years. Thinking
of this, I couldn't help but feel dejected. I randomly chose a bed and began my
long journey of learning.
At the beginning of the school year, there wasn't much homework. But I always
felt a heavy burden on my shoulders that made it hard to breathe. And so, I
spent my days in a tense and unhappy atmosphere.
At night, I lay in bed, unable to sleep due to the noise around me. I let out a
deep sigh. Suddenly, memories of all the warm scenes from home flooded my mind.
At home, I would lie in my big and cozy bed, occasionally pick up a book, and
fall asleep sweetly with the smell of ink and paper. In the morning, I would eat
the delicious food my mother made. As I went to school, my mother would give me
a few reminders and say, "Mom, I'm leaving." I would no longer be distressed by
the noise when I slept, nor would I be rushing around trying to get up. I would
never feel sad about not being able to eat breakfast in the morning. As I
thought about all of this, tears streamed down my face. I missed home, I missed
hearing my mother's nagging, and I missed tasting the food my mother had cooked
that I had once thought was terrible but now couldn't forget. I missed...
At that moment, I seemed to understand what the feeling I had never experienced
before was: homesickness. In that moment, I grew up and became more sensible. I
knew that I couldn't live without my family. Home is a warm harbor, and the only
place I truly belong! |
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