I'm listening to "Homecoming" by the band Good Sister: "The wind from the south, the water from the east, the floating clouds accompanying the wanderer's return. The rain from the west window, the returning you, drunk in the slanting moon of your hometown." , you have to admire that a ballad is the truest vehicle of emotion. It can talk about love, youth, talk about ideals, but also send thoughts.
Put on your headphones and press play, close your eyes gently and let the music take you home. The melody is the monologue of homesickness, the music makes you immersed in the scene, and will be moved by the heart.
In the blink of an eye in Xi'an life seven years, in the eyes of the housemates you are the full host. You can't say that you're not familiar enough with the city, because they've been here for a much shorter period of time, often just four years.
Recommended a ballad to them Ansing's "Xi'an", of course, also hope that in Xi'an on four years of college you know, in the last semester thesis defense rushed to the road remember to listen to a listen.
I don't know if you consider Xi'an "home", but I'm sure we all consider our dormitory home and each other as our own brother.
Often the end of the final exams, we will rush home, the school does not leave a trace of attachment. However, after this year's exams I stayed in the dormitory not to go, that is, to go home is not much to do, in fact, more is to cherish a turn over on the "squeaky" bed, after all, the next time to go back to not come back.
Living in the dormitory is home, together with the classmates is home, together with the family New Year's place is home, graduated from the alma mater is home, China is home, the earth is home.
You said the world is a big place and everywhere is home. The first thing you need to do is to get to a place where you can't go, a place where you can't go back, a place where you can't go home.
There is no emotion stronger than affection, no warmth like going home on New Year's Eve. In the vast city, we may be a piece of dust, but for home, you are all the wait and hope, so "the world is big, hurry home!"
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How long has it been since you've been home?
When your parents hear that you can't go home for New Year's Eve, they hear the reason you can't speak for a long time.
A person's New Year's Eve, regardless of whether you are a strong man with a tiger's back or a strong woman, will bawl a child into a need to be comforted.
When the New Year's atmosphere in the air more and more mellow, the heart has long been drifting with the wind to the place of home. It seems that you have seen the blue sky of your hometown, the white temples of your mother, and the embroidered insoles of your shoes, and your homesickness has become even more difficult to suppress.
I'm glad I've been around my parents, and "going home for dinner" is such a normal thing in my eyes.
The first thing I've noticed is that I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on a new product or service.
Going home has become a distant call from my mother, and it has become your hurried step after school. In the future, I may also be in a distant place, home for dinner has become a memory, that belongs to the memory of mother.
One day we will be on the way home, we do not care about the long way and running around tired, just because in another station there are loved ones of the most ardent expectations, the most enthusiastic waiting.
When people ask again: "How long have you not been home?", I hope you confidently say: "I'm not going home.
When people ask again, "How long has it been since you've been home?", I hope you'll say confidently, "I'm at home with my mom and dad."
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About home, it is a word with temperature. When it comes to home, it is actually expressed without words.
Home is where you learn to talk and walk, home is where your mother does the dishes you like to eat, home is where your father influences you with his actions, home is the place where you can make you feel free and as your strongest backing, in short, home is the home forever.
Home is the place you will complain before you leave, home is the place you will miss after you leave. No matter where you are when and where, home is open to welcome you home.
Some people say: "Father, daughter, mother and son of a, only means that in this life and this life constantly in the eyes of each other's back gradually far away." Yes, it is indeed such a reality, but home is more to give you some initial definition, teach you to grow.
Home may be far away, but it must be the warmest place. The people there are longing for it, and you are ticking off the calendar numbers day by day, counting the days to go home. Home is the organizer of the reunion, so that you can enjoy everything with peace of mind. You will talk to each other around the fireplace at night, listening to each other's changing seasons.
Home is likely to be the memory of your father, the itch of whiskers on your back, his tall and strong back. He is always quiet, silent father's love is often deeper. Father's love is very big, very wide, let you feel the wind and rain always someone will give you an umbrella. You say that he is serious, in fact, just not good at expressing. He never complained a word, because he always carried all the rain ahead.
Home is likely to be the memory of the mother, is her pair of hands of labor, is she often teach you the most familiar voice. She can always do a trick to make a table of delicious meals, you say delicious she is smiling, you will find her happiness is actually very simple. She will always encourage and support you, saying that you are her greatest pride. Silently work this family, just hope that I and my father everything is well.
Over the past seven years, you will find that they white silk a little more, a few wrinkles also climbed on the forehead. They still look the same, the same mom and dad you saw in high school. Just because you grow up, graduate, they have to work for you. You always say you can stand on your own two feet, but when you walk alone on the road at night, you still have no choice but to go home.
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What is the power that makes us strong?
What is it that leaves us sad?
What giving makes us honest?
What is the end that makes us grow?
It's home, remember it's home.
This has to make me want to say, "Go home early, no matter how good or sad."
At this moment, you may be a backpacker who does not go home, your world camera has been dusty, backpack has been moldy, and the ideal of the heart to look at the ocean, the reality of the heart of the death is not willing.
I remember my mother once said, "If you go out, good or bad remember to go home." I had also thought of myself to fight a piece of heaven and earth before going home, now think about how immature.
Parents only you, the most concerned only you, nagging the most only you. So you, despite being an only child, do not be too selfish. You not only belong to your own, but also belong to the heart of the parents.
Home is on my father's bicycle, which is the best transportation I've ever taken. It does not have to queue up in the cold wind to buy tickets, do not have to wait in the crowded waiting room. There is always a special seat for me on it, and no matter where the starting point is, the end point is always the direction of home.
Going home, I just want to see if you're okay, just want to talk about what's in my heart.
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The road home, you walk okay? The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at your favorite movie.
No need to be too sad, try to buy a one-way ticket, just cherish the present, it will take you home.
Go and listen to the Sykes version of "Going Home", remembering that in elementary school we carried school bags in the slanting sun pulling a long shadow slowly disappeared, and this song accompanied us every day in the last moment of the school.
Go listen to Wang Leehom's "Falling Leaves Go Back to the Roots" and remember the classmates I knew in that city in junior high school, and how I didn't even know what lodging was at that time, so I often went home on time then.
Go listen to Song Xu's "Swallow's Nest" and remember that in high school I began to live in the school, and on weekends I squeezed on the crowded bus, put my bag on top of my head to get off the bus and hurry home.
To listen to Chen Rui's "all the way to the countryside", remembering the university I have repeatedly summarized the shortest way to reach the home station, followed by an hour of rambling, and finally went home to eat.
Often home you just remember the departure stop sign and arrival stop sign, remember the then spotless several buses. Often home you just throw the train tickets, airplane tickets on the bed, fall asleep, of course, to save them one by one is a picture of the memory on the way home.
Going home for dinner is a very simple request.
If you're at home, you'll be able to nag your parents.
If you are on the road, give your parents a peace of mind.
If you can't get back, take the initiative to make a phone call to listen to your parents' choked voice.