"Mom, out of Gansu."
"Mom, we're in Xi'an."
"Mom, crossing the Yangtze River Bridge."
"I'll be there at 3:15, come pick me up!"
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? There are millions of roads in the world, but the road home is only one, she extends out from your confused gaze full of nostalgia - golden rice waves, accompanied by the wind buzzing, like playing a harvest song, the head of the sun is not willing to show weakness, the face of the board noiselessly scorching the earth, my father is bowing hoof non-stop cut the ears of rice, bean-sized beads of sweat one by one fell, along the Cheeks hit the ground under the feet of the ...... He called it "face to the soil back to the sky", he said "all things are inferior, only the book is high", his stick under the famous saying "The only way out is to read", so from this yellow land from this year after year singing the song of the golden rice from that never cut the beads of sweat smoothly spread a "jumping farm" road, a road away from home. ......
? The most important thing to remember is the fact that he was educated in the best way possible. Early spring and March, the frogs in the rice paddies have just begun to wow, in the morning of a sound sleep, he called you to the field, pulling seedlings or go home to cook and read, and then you hand a little bit, the rice paddies in the water is clearly very cold and icy, to step barefoot into the muddy paddies, which also has a terrible locusts ...... So you unconditionally choose to go home and read ......
? At that time, the family planted a large vegetable field, every time you need to fertilize the time is always very difficult, so he would pull the cart to the county town of the community to pull manure, I was the one behind the manure cart, God knows how much I hate this work, I would rather stay at home and read all day rather than run so trip, pushing the cart pulling the big manure stinks, need to put out a lot of strength not to mention that, along the way, will also run into the teachers,hollister. Classmates, so I have been burying my head low, face swollen red, red, he was in front of the word, "eat bitter in the bitter, only one person," or you study well, you do not have to do these strength work in the future ...... I admit that I was very naive, a person can not face up to their own origin, but also the fact that they have to do this kind of work. I can't face up to my own origin, attempting to disguise to escape is really childish and ridiculous. And I have been in this kind of childishness for a long time in my childhood and even in my teenage years. I do not like the rainy days, afraid of the gray face of the mother with a broken umbrella appeared in a pile of well-dressed parents, I hate the teacher asked me how my parents always let me wear these old clothes, I am a pile of good grades in the most inconspicuous one of the children, their own look at the look will unconsciously fall alone,...... I only feel that their own eye-catching place is the grades are still good. The only thing that makes me feel good about myself is that my grades are pretty good, and I keep pouring out my childish emotions in my diary in the twilight of many a day after finishing my homework. I don't know what I'm going to do, but I'm definitely going to get out of the house, far away from it, so that the people who look down on me will be impressed.......
? In this way at the age of 19 that year I finally managed to leave home and go to the Great Northwest, which my grandparents could not think of not having been to for generations. Obviously he is very regrettable, in those days when he got the notice, he was anxious and annoyed, he was in that sunny valley with insightful neighbors and townspeople to discuss, this place can not go, want to repeat a year ...... that had made him proud of his eldest daughter ah, actually did not get into a major university, this is how much it stung him, I have not been able to tell him is I quietly changed the volunteer, put the dream of that horseback riding to school in the Great Northwest into the first volunteer, because I want to really leave home, so go far away, to hammer their ......
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? September 2, 2002, I probably can not forget this day in this life: the train is about to start, I sat in the window seat, some excitement and some yearning, he and his mother stood outside the window, his mother has long been in tears, the noise of the people, the thick windows, it has long been impossible to hear what he was saying, I can only see the lips moving, wet eyes, full of calluses in the window of the hand kept moving! ...... The train started, began to slowly travel on the tracks, I saw him and his mother running, at a faster and faster speed, the thick palms actually wiped the tears, he cried, this is the only time I grew to 19 years old to witness ...... Perhaps and every expect to leave home The same as every child who expects to leave home, I was somewhat indifferent and stubborn, until the train has arrived in another city, I just let go of my own emotions, in the hazel eyes of the tears so greedy wantonly miss my that home ......
? After Hankou transit, more than 50 hours of driving finally arrived at the door of the alma mater, and imagined that the good really far from it, then decided to pack up on the same day to go south to work, this courage to let today's me are particularly admired, if that day I just go, where I will be today, what kind of people I met, live what kind of life ...... However, what will change you may not be those unattainable celebrities and aspirants, may not be your closest relatives and friends who are familiar with each other, but may be a stranger you meet inadvertently a tiny move ...... That day I dragged my suitcase very casually into a noodle shop, a meal of devouring the checkout, but only have three dollars in change, the aunt looked at me around, and then I saw that I had a lot of trouble, and I was not able to find the right place. The aunt of the noodle shop to see me around the difficult, it is very warm, said, girl, give three dollars on the line, just left home, out of the house is not easy, often come later. She always smiled, the wind in early fall blew through her hair, swept across her face, instantly conveyed to me an inexplicable power. So that a face of understanding sincere smile, that an intimate "girl" so suddenly dispelled the idea of my departure: perhaps this is a place worth experiencing, I want to stay to feel the passion of the Great Northwest ......
? Four years of college life, I like many of the children of the poor is a little bit of priority, relaxation of learning, like crazy to find all kinds of opportunities to make money to reduce the burden of parents: I went to the side of the door of the side of the beef noodle shop to serve dishes and wash the dishes, the evening no class to do tutoring, weekends are not in the major stores to engage in the promotion of Amway's small team inside the classroom, the activities of the lectures, and sometimes go to do a little business, evening tutoring back to the dormitory to sell Tibetan Buddhism, the first time in the world. Tutoring back to the dormitory to sell hidden jewelry, basically every day is in the midnight one after sleep, even fell and hurt his leg, in the dormitory snail days are also there to sell phone cards ...... Now I think of it is really like madness, freshman year has been put on a professional dress, high heels everywhere to pretend to be mature, so that in addition to the dormitory with sisters, the vast majority of classmates in the university have nothing to do. The vast majority of classmates are not much extra friendship, that will be teased by them as a total, because it has been on the hoof ...... The most impressive night, the installation of the company's bus stops, the children from the tutor's home has been 11:30, outside the snowflakes, the dim street lamps reflected in the fog of white fog white road, the road a pedestrian also No, about minus ten degrees Celsius like, exhale out of the gas feel instantly melted, feet have long been frozen, if you choose to take a taxi, that tonight is equal to the white, so I kept ha ha gas, kicking the feet, doggedly waiting for that long time has not yet come to the bus, luckily, finally at 12 o'clock before the car. Later I always think of a night like that, can eat the bitter, this is probably the best quality inherited by my father to me.
? Every winter near the final exams, I began to long for home, with their own earned money to the family to buy Xinjiang specialties to parents siblings to buy some novelty gifts, and then go home to open the suitcase, look at them looking forward to smile expression, happiness instantly overflowing the whole chest, eating the mother to do the meal, look at the father drinking a little wine and younger siblings together to listen to me talk about the size of the year to the occurrence of the interesting things, really too good! I've been working hard for many years now, and I'm sure I'll be able to find a way to make it work.
? People are really very strange animals, that time although poor, but now, although no longer poor, but the yearning is the previous day and night have, that we spend their lives and do what, try to draw a bigger circle to go farther through more people and things and then return to the starting point? I often walk when I walk a little confused, stop and look back, home has become unattainable in the distance, so I also have only one road to go forward, I hope that even from this direction to go farther around a larger circle as long as the footsteps do not stop, home is still there, parents are still there, siblings are still there, waiting for me, waiting for me to go home, even if I'm late a little slower, the meal is still bubbling The home is still warm,......
? （The first time I've seen this, I've seen it, and I've seen it, and I've seen it, and I've seen it. In the continuous journey, your desire for home, the expectation of home is no longer just a simple primitive impulse to go home on New Year's Day, sometimes it is more like a pilgrimage of pious believers, no matter how difficult, you are always committed ......
? At that time there is no direct train, you need to transit in various places, imagine how hard to find a ticket, but even if it is standing back, the will to go home is still firm, so the four-year college trip home is more like a physical and mental training, sometimes one stop for two days and two nights, and sometimes in the waiting room for a day, in the home of the ticket seller has lived, by the jungle scammer cheated, and the good heart has always been unchanged, the good heart, the good heart, the good heart is always unchanged. I remember once from home to school in Hankou transit reverse car, in the help of the ticket seller on the train, crowded in the door position, you can sit on your own luggage, a mother and daughter from Lanzhou, the same seatless ticket, the car crowded has been difficult to accommodate, the same tough I actually invited that eight or nine-year-old girl sitting on my lap, and then after 30 hours off the car when I stood up and walked legs are trembling, back to the dormitory to open the bag. Dormitory open the duffel bag, mom loaded cookies a class of New Year's goods all into powder, but actually did not have any loss and unhappy ...... this bright sunshine mentality probably also y father's true heritage, just now think of a very dangerous thing because of the sincere trust at the time actually safe and sound and smooth, at best, only a little bit of money broke! So still very grateful: that time living in the ticket seller's house, people did not sell me just to collect the money for food collected to help me get on the handling fee, the gang of liars did not cheat all the money on me but cleverly left me the road home ...... In fact, everyone is very difficult, if the ticket seller to rely on the sale of train tickets to support their families, if those liars also have no other choice, they will be the first time in the world. If those crooks also have no choice, so you can always learn to understand learn to forgive and then choose to put down ......
? I always disapprove of those who exaggerate their own suffering, sitting and waiting for assistance from all sides of the people, respect is often those who are deep in the suffering but always tenacious struggle, do not abandon not give up, even if the bitter and tired still only want to rely on their own people. My father is undoubtedly such a person, those years only one or two years apart siblings do not know for the poor family is a big burden, however, he and his mother hard with their own hands to raise two and a half college students, stubborn younger brother in the college entrance exams at the time of the must insist on choosing to become a soldier, when my father was involved in the construction of the Qinghai-Tibet Railway, did not stop, so that he broke the dream of three college students. He traveled extensively, Sichuan, Guangxi, Shenzhen, Hangzhou, Qinghai, Tibet ...... or bridge construction, or railroad construction, or large-scale housing construction, every place has his footprints, every site has thrown his youth and blood, even though he only junior high school education, but he has a superhuman professional skills, intelligence! Time and time again to help those contractors save a lot of site construction of the huge sums of money ...... remember once the group followed his father out of the laborers of the boy and I inadvertently chatted with him, he said, your father is too great, his method of letting the boss directly save two to three million, immediately let me surprised, reverence for the heart of the particularly born, he may not just a migrant worker, he is an amazing! He may not just be a migrant worker, he is a terrific engineer ah, just penniless family can not give him a platform to achieve their own, so he is so eager to their next generation can jump out of the farm, better achievement of their own.
? His days outside every year we began to count on our fingers, there are still a few days Dad will be back, he may be the same as all the migrant workers, after a year of hard labor, with a meager hard-earned money, sit on the slow slow slow green train in order to embark on the road home, with a family reunion in a warm year. This year, he brought back always only interesting anecdotes, only that sincere friendship pleasant past, and those who can imagine the hardships but never mentioned, he told us about the life of the local Tibetans, said the Tibetans do not eat fish because they practiced water burial, but often will give him fish to eat, he gave us to share and the local townspeople's photographs, told us that people are very good to him, to give him to stay in the address contact information for his future! The past to play ...... I wholeheartedly believe that all the sincere friendship and pleasant past, but also more can imagine that go out in the unpredictable hardships one at a time. Because you want to go home so leave home, because you want to go home the road is smoother so endure the road away from home bumpy and difficult, not just him, is our ordinary small family, but also China's millions of migrant workers and farm children year after year where the journey and the story is repeated ...... and I am so hope that such a journey can have more warmth! There is more warmth even in the gaze of the plain sight, such a story can let more people know, perhaps you meet not just a migrant worker, he may be a father, an engineer, a storyteller will tell a warm story optimistic and open-minded storyteller ......
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? I will never forget the fall of 2009, that journey home, our family experienced more than 800 sprinkled with tears and sweat of the long wait ......
I remember that fall, I just arrived in Suzhou ready to start a wonderful vacation, then my father was in the Shanghai-Hangzhou high-speed railroad track construction site in I'm not sure if you're going to be able to find the best way to get the most out of your time, but I'm sure you're going to be able to find the best way to get the most out of your time. Then who did not expect a big bad news from the sky, just to the first day with my father on the phone to let him come directly to Suzhou, he said the boss has not given him to settle the money to wait for two more days, however, to the next day can no longer be contacted, and when we turn around to contact the village together with the people who are working there, only to say that my father had an accident on the construction site, and has always been emphasized that it is not too serious. My brother and I immediately decided to go to Hangzhou, when my brother also worked in Suzhou.
? I remember that day the rain fell particularly particularly heavy, more than pouring rain, God seems to wantonly vent, although we brought an umbrella, but still like a drowned chicken, rushed to know that my father's head hit hard, helmet directly smash not to mention, part of the right brain skull are broken, intracranial hemorrhage, how serious? When we arrived, we had already finished the craniotomy, and the doctor said that whether or not he could wake up depended entirely on the patient's will. At that moment I felt that the sky had collapsed, I can not describe the mourning, heartbreaking pain, but there is nowhere to vent, on the one hand, to comfort the mother of the family, surrounded by the younger brother, the younger brother lying on the hotel bed that night, crying and tearing up the story, I did not comfort him, the youngest child in the family, although it is a boy, but it is often the most brittle. I always believe that God is fair, he will not just stand by and let such a great father can no longer find the way home, my father he will stand up again, and we went home!
? It was this strong belief that silently supported me, I hardly shed any tears, just go and insist on doing what I think should be done --
? In the intensive care unit, the father is lying quietly in bed, head wrapped in thick gauze, the corner of the eye and chin are stitched, a face of redness and bruises, body and limbs are not much hurt, as always, lean and thin, I was lying on the bedside pulling his hand, the tears so unconsciously dripped down: this mountain of strong men how he collapsed it, although he is not tall but is so kind of strong and strong, he is not a strong and strong. He was never running away, how did he fall, how could he lie down like this - what kind of pain did he endure and how long will he have to go through ...... His eyes are closed and his fingers are motionless, he can't see me can't hear me! ...... The doctor was not optimistic, said the possibility of waking up is very small, may not wake up, may be brain dead to become a vegetable, I think I may be completely ignoring the doctor's words, with my understanding of him, he will certainly stand up again.
? My brother and I bought a cooler and laid it right in front of the door to the ICU, keeping a close eye on our dad's temperature changes 24 hours a day, and a stable temperature with a high fever coming down after the surgery would be the beginning of a successful outcome. When mom and sister arrived, we were separated from the action, went to the construction site to understand the situation on the site to negotiate with the A communicate the next high medical expenses to rent a room to settle down the next "long march life" ......
? Intensive care unit every day only half an hour of visiting time, in order to cherish this half an hour, we recorded a lot of words to say to the affectionate awakening, one day, two days, three days ......, I remember one day, we stood next to the bed, one by one to talk to the corners of the eyes of the father out of a drop of tears, really is not the plot of the movie, he is really! heard our call to wake up, the doctor said that the patient's will to survive is extraordinary, the probability of waking up has greatly increased, so in the 38th day of that visiting time, he really woke up, only to see his eyes that are still a little bruised some weakly opened, his somewhat cloudy eyes quietly surveyed the world, we are pleased to go around the past, excitedly shouting dad, he did not say anything, also Ignore us, obviously he no longer recognize us, but what does it matter, at least he is still alive, with us ......
? This long 38 days of waiting ah, we two two shifts in the intensive care unit in front of the door to the floor, the night of the mosquito infestation, often stung us all over the bag, but the three of us did not say anything, just waiting and focus on attention, religiously as if they have all become believers ...... This 38 days of what I heard and saw, I realized that life is so fragile, fragile to the point of being a little more than a few days, but also a little more than a little more than a little more than a little more than a little more than a little more than a little more than a few days. I realized that life is so fragile, so fragile that it is as simple as breaking a glass bottle, car accidents, construction site accidents, diseases, surgical accidents ...... a life away, a heart-breaking cry, a group of people in a hurry and anxious footsteps, a parent and a child that are full of expectations of the anxious waiting... ...Life may just be a reincarnation, but each individual he is not an independent individual, so much hope that God can be merciful, leaving a waiting for the possibility of leaving a hope ......
? Dad woke up the next day we transferred to the Hangzhou Military Hospital for rehabilitation, the next face a series of problems, at first overwhelmed us. We do not know how to serve a patient's food and drink, so much so that dad a big poop we are at a loss, finally had to hire a caregiver, and then my sister and I learned to play the gastric tube, with a ventilator, wait for the urine and feces ...... so much so that later in the day hospitals thought to come to the two young and capable of the little caregiver, at that time, dad A day to play a lot of bottles of IV, in order to less tie a few needles we often choose to use a retention needle, and he will be the mind is not awakened, will only use brute force to block the mercy, and finally only his limbs are all tied with a cloth in the bed of the four bed frame, but of course only at night for fear that he stomped on the quilt, during the day, we are as meticulous as possible to look after.
? So gradually sealed open in the neck to help breathe to prevent inflammation of the trachea, pulled out of the inserted in the nose of the gastric tube began to eat on their own, and then began a long hyperbaric oxygen chamber rehabilitation treatment, to finally get down to the ground slowly, and after a long time has been unable to remember the specific day, was just running to the hyperbaric oxygen to the military hospital, found that there is no effect of the time we turned to a private hospital specializing in rehabilitation! Later, because of the serious hydrocephalus, and then transferred to the second hospital in Zhejiang Province to do the drainage pipe surgery and complementary skull surgery, after these two surgeries, Dad's mind gradually recovered ...... that he still does not speak, give him a pen he actually wrote out his brother's name, and then no matter what you give him to eat he wants to share with his brother, the apple should be everything two and a half and a half to his brother, the egg, the egg, and then the apple, the apple, the apple, the apple, the apple, the apple, the apple, the apple, the apple, the apple. half a half to his brother, eggs to break into two halves a half to his brother, money is directly to the brother stuffed ...... although he has not been patriarchal, to the three of us has always been full of love, but in that primitive thirst and desire, he most love the most most can not afford to let go is actually still his youngest son, my sister and I do not jealous, just because We know that his next five-year plan is for his younger brother, to build a house, so he will not easily leave without completing, in this long and difficult course of the disease perhaps this is his strong and powerful support it. I was suddenly a little sad for most of his life, for the fact that he had been giving without taking, for the fact that he had woken up in the beginning not knowing who he was but remembering his brother ...... He was a father, born to be, to be called, a father-
? I did not fully experience such a journey home, back to work, more burden on my sister, the second in the family has a hot personality and Ding Li style, especially let me admire is that she was eight months pregnant only to go to Hangzhou again to coordinate all aspects of the dad's compensation payments. I was not there when she shouldered most of the work of caring for Dad, I remember once, I rushed from the unit, the hospital in Zheji, no beds, in the corridor, Dad lying in bed, she gave him a bib is coaxing him to eat, bite by bite to feed, Dad does not cooperate, a force with the hand in the beat her, she is still coaxing a baby like a coaxing Dad, the sunlight from the windows of the corridor penetrate into, shining warmly on them! The warmth of the sun shines on them ...... I quietly watched suddenly moved to tears, what is called success, perhaps for the father this is success, when you are old, when you can not take care of themselves, the children in your side is always not away from the sorry ......
? In the winter of 2011 Dad finally set foot on the road home, this journey is long and far, we walked so hard, but we also feel the power of home, home brings us a sense of belonging and happiness, Dad finally stood up and went home with us, this winter is suddenly unusually warm -
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? Some people say that there is no suffering in life, only experience. When all the suffering has become a thing of the past, only then that never bowed down and never give up the stubbornness y touched every windy days ...... can not help but look back, in the look back to see that once the self, father, mother, younger siblings, and that many accompanied us on this journey of the stranger... ...let you believe that the world is really beautiful, father and son is good, unity and harmony of the family is good, the strangers quietly and naturally reveal the help is also so good ...... landlord aunts to break the rules of not short-term rent to rent the house to us, the patient's family members time and time again to send the fruit and nutrients, the nursing staff uncle meticulous and thoughtful. The nurse's uncle's meticulous care, the nurses' considerate and patient service, the surgeon's refusal to accept our red packets to do his best to complete the operation, and even the hospital's warm atmosphere of compassion and mutual help ......
? I often feel that we are happy, after so many so far perhaps can be regarded as trials and tribulations of the journey, home is still still there, she is calling you all the time, the child, tired to come home -
? The years after my father was discharged from the hospital, I always run on the railroad as soon as I can, from one to two to three people, more often than not, I was alone with my youngest child, from the time he was just a month old to three and a half years old, a person with him back and forth to my home ...... perhaps for those who have not traveled far from home will never understand that. "You have not returned home this year," a sentence that makes you think a lot: those two exhaust their youth and lose their health for their children to run most of their lives, how can you let them see only once a year? Now my father is past his prime, if God's mercy can be healthy to eighty, then our life is not only a dozen face to face, I do not want to think so, I am afraid of "children want to raise but not wait for their parents" tragedy in me again, once grandfather's accidental death has already made me heartbroken, so I would like to cherish God now give I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get the best out of me, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get the best out of you, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to get the best out of you, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to get the best out of you, and I'm going to be able to get the best out of you, and I'm going to be able to get the best out of you. The first few years before the hospital father is still suffering from the pain of the disease, the sequelae of traumatic brain injury epilepsy seems to be regularly tormented him, the beginning of the January will occur twice, then once a month, and then once every two months, and finally my sister to find a prescription is finally cured. I remember two times I went home and saw it with my own eyes, once in the old house, my father went up the stairs holding the handrail, suddenly we heard a loud bang downstairs, my father fell down, his whole body was convulsing, the back of his head was full of blood, I was scared and cried, my mother immediately pressed on the middle of the man, and only after a few moments did he stabilize, and we carried him to the bed, and he settled down and didn't scream at all, and he didn't even grunt! I can hardly imagine how much pain and suffering he had to go through and how strong his will was to overcome it. Another time is to bring children at home during maternity leave, one day in the bathroom bath dad, suddenly lay on the ground and began to convulse, palms and feet are uncontrollably turned outward, good thing there is no fall, mom pressed the middle of the man after settling down, we can not lift him, and rushed to the younger brother to call ...... these years the younger brother and mother do not dare to go far away, has been The first thing I'd like to say is that I don't know what to do, but I'd like to know what to do, and I'd like to know what to do, and I'd like to know what to do. I especially like and stay in that kind of scene, as soon as I opened the door first peeped out of the warmth of the head to smile, and then look at him there to smile, "Who am I?" "You're you're ......" he pointed his finger at me always smiling and laughing and forgetting my name again, "I'm the head of your family, your oldest daughter, Dad!" I told him every time a little serious and solemn, and then he was a little embarrassed to say "I know, I know", the long course of the disease not only took away his normal health, but also wear away most of his memory, although he knew who I was but often can not remember my name, just full of smiles, and so greeted your distant return! ...... But for me this is full of happiness. days at home, I often accompany him to sit on the sofa to reminisce about the past, I said he listened to, very pleasant and enjoyable, but also take the phone and he took a selfie with him to see him especially with the smile, even if it's now so forgetful, he will still remind me of his way to go to see my grandmother, to go to his aunt's house he also want to go, he will be walking every morning after dinner to go to grandma's residence to sit for a long time, it seems that nothing has ever been told, but I can I understand that he is doing a son's filial piety, even if now he can only use this way to express ......
? This fall the village began to pave the gas pipeline, he saw that there is extra cement, and painstakingly find a small bucket to carry some cement and water in the house to find a number of years without the use of the probe to the grandmother in front of the rotting cement level patch, although in his case is very strenuous, and his heart really moved me a million times, and every day over the past to sprinkle some water until the ground level began to dry out to the point of walking ... ...
This is the first time that I have seen a lot of people in the village, but it is not the only thing that I have seen in the village. ...
? This fall I only stayed at home for a few days and embarked on a long journey, only I left the little child with his parents, that witty little guy, often told me, "Mom, grandpa walks always dragging, he can't walk, I'll hold him", "Mom, grandpa eats always runny nose, I'll I don't know what kind of child I can raise,......, but if he can inherit those good qualities from his grandfather, I don't think he'll be that bad,......
? Every time I leave home there is a kind of loss at the same time also bring me a kind of energy, it seems that home has become my gas station, if long time failed to return to the side of the road may be parked on the side of the road to start up, come back for a long time I will stay in the state of the just filled up with gas, high morale, excited, passionate ......
? The next time you go through a journey of work and then fantasize about the next trip home, listen to the stories of others on the journey, think back to the past little by little, I feel that the fullness of life is more embodied in the road, the heart has a yearning for the body has to rely on, the eyes of the eye of the tears of the obsession is not to be changed, probably I am the same as my father, the love of the native land in the deep and the long it ......
? The road home is about to embark on, even though they have walked through the same scene countless times the same road, but still in the heart of the expectation, perhaps when the outside world is no longer synonymous with wonderful, when the colorful neon lights flashing to the eyes of the misty, when the side of the friends ushered in the passing are in a hurry to rush, and only the home of the road is so clear and incomparable, and she was there, across the desert across the mountains and rivers, a straight road pointing directly to the door that was hidden. Door: dad is sitting on the sofa waiting calmly and peacefully, mom is busy in the kitchen, the fragrance is floating in the air ...... Dear Mom and Dad, I'm in another country and I'm coming home ......