The journey back home is long and students are eager to return home.

The heart is like rolling waves, and it can only be extinguished by a raging fire. Finally, I returned home alone, smiling but exhausted. ——Inscription

? There is always a touch of white, beating with time, shining with the last stubbornness of the Year of the Rat, the Tyndall effect leaping in the fragrant air; there is always a beam of starlight, in the long journey During the journey, guide the way forward and illuminate the fireworks journey in the world.

On October 6, 2020, I came to the small southern town where I will live for four years, and felt the words written by Liu Liuzhou: "The mountains and trees cover thousands of miles of sight, and the river flows like nine ileum." If the sunset is a beam of light, then I am the shining point under that light. The night sky in Liuzhou is full of clouds and few stars. The red light bridge across the river next to it is still brightly lit. The thin willow trees danced with their branches, and people still came to the riverside with fishing rods to wait. But more importantly, it was the cool evening breeze that blew away the heat, taking away the uncondensed sweat on my arms. I like this city. The rhythm of this city makes me feel so charming.

? The choice to come to Liuzhou to study was both accidental and inevitable, but this decision was very successful for me, and it was inevitable. Military training is very tiring, but the instructors and classmates all meet by fate, and they are often reluctant to part with the instructors in the end; the courses are boring, but the teachers are very responsible, and I have met several interesting teachers; school life is too monotonous, but Dormitory 476 never compromises, and I have met all kinds of friends, who are treasures I had never discovered before coming to school.

Now, as the new year is approaching and I am returning to my hometown alone, I feel so much reluctance to leave this small town that has only appeared in my life for four months. I think the most reluctant thing to leave is friendship. This city has brought me too many surprises and surprises, and I look forward to seeing you again next year.

Every ship has a dock, every bird has a nest, and I will always return home to my nest. The scenery of my hometown, the people of my hometown, the love of my hometown, do you still remember me? I am about to return, and I will still be a teenager when I return, but with a little more confidence and a little growth. In four years' time, I will definitely become a better version of myself. I will use what I have learned throughout my life to teach you back. I hope you will not despise the heart of a wanderer.

The sea is filled with tears

The fish are also homesick

The yellowish midwinter

The train rumbles

Pick up my backpack

Push the suitcase

Go to a distant place

There is a boat carrying nostalgia

< p> There are mottled traces of time there

This is the dream journey

? The train is about to arrive at the station, and I will embark on the journey home alone. I am in a hurry when I arrive. Leaving in a hurry. I like this feeling, like I am helpless but quietly determined. I know there are many things waiting for me in my hometown. Happy holidays, friends, have a safe journey, and see you in the new year of Xin Chou!

After passing through thousands of sails, it is still cold, but this place of peace is my hometown. Alone, crossing thousands of mountains and ravines, my body is exhausted, but my heart is at peace - inscription

? Rain and dew fall on the earth, merge into streams and rivers, and rush back to the sea, its own hometown. All things are born and cannot escape their way back. It is only because of the changes of time that they can overcome the reincarnation of tribulations. This is the great road. In this trip, the word "return" is especially precious, because the journey is bumpy and confusing. No matter what happens, just go home and everything will be solved. City, country, different directions, different ways home. Dreams, the journey back to heaven and earth, run through the years and merge into time.

? The sound of the whistle pierced the sky and woke me up. When I arrived in Zhengzhou, my home was getting closer and closer. There were fewer and fewer people on the train until I stood alone in a carriage. The car was extremely quiet, deathly silent, lifeless, and turning up the volume on the headphones was useless. This silence is even more obvious against the rumble of the train and the sound of music. The silence is so shuddering that I think this is the result of walking alone. This carriage makes me feel lonely. But this negative emotion did not stay with me for long, because I was about to reach the end of this journey - home. Just say "just go home" and resist everything. I rely on it to support every little thing on the way home. Everything is fine.

? The sky gradually turns red and the street lamps stand tall. Passing through the bustling crowds and various city edges, I just went my own way. The train was moving slowly, and the passengers were traveling together in small groups. I stood silently on the sidelines, accompanying them with their chatter and laughter on the way to their terminal.

? The sky has been dyed red, and darkness is approaching. The lights suddenly turned on, lighting up the night. You can see the busy traffic in the city, and the light of the street lights blends with the car lights, making it difficult to distinguish the light source. There were gradually fewer people in the car, and they all went elsewhere. I walked back home. I had no way of knowing when the car would arrive, but like the people in the car, I knew where I was going. After passing one train station after another, passengers packed their luggage and headed home. There was only my shadow left in the carriage, and nothing else. I just walked home alone in the end. Passing by, just passing by. Even if we are together, we are ultimately alone. On the long journey home, what will accompany you in the end is loneliness and the belief of going home.

? When the train arrives at the station, the whistle rumbles. What comes into view are familiar buildings, what passes through the eardrums is the unforgettable local accent, and what fills the nose is a long-lost feeling.

At this time, everything will be forgotten by me, just because I have arrived home and my return journey is over.

? Life is often described as like this train. Once you get on the train and start driving, it is impossible to start all over again, and what accompanies you is also uncertain. Everything is full of unknowns, booming, booming, driving across the fields, driving past Mountains, everyone knows what the destination is. And as Mr. Wang Guozhen said: "You can't repeat the years, and you can't make any new arrangements in your life." In this train of life, you must seize every day and cherish every scenery in front of you. This is why the journey of life is Makes sense.

I have arrived at Xi'an Railway Station safely. I would like to thank those who have cared about and accompanied me these days. I am not alone in this boring journey because of you. I wish you a Happy New Year in advance!