I can't remember the days when I left home. Perhaps, the day of leaving home has become the most reluctant thing to mention on the top of my heart. Leaving home, how helpless and sad a thing, but how many people have to choose so. Since my parents sent me to school and started living in school, I have been used to such a simple, free and natural independent life. In fact, when I left home, I was really homesick. I was homesick for the joys and laughs in my family, the common food in my family, and the elderly parents in my family. I really miss the most precious love and affection. These memories have now become the most solid strength support for my heart to move forward. I have two families, one by the beautiful Tuojiang River and the other by the bright Yangtze River. It can be said that "if the mountain is not high, the immortal will be named; if the water is not deep, the dragon will be the spirit." The "home" on the edge of the Yangtze River is a temporary home, which I chose to install on the top floor of an old building in the county town. Every time I go home, I will climb to the ninth floor. To be honest, I really took a few breaths to get up. I really don't live in such a strong place in the past, but I think everything is very good. Home is the warm harbor and the other shore where the wandering heart stops. No matter where you go, as long as you have a home, you will have concerns and find your way home. A five-star home may be pleasant in body and mind, tall and heroic. And a star family, I think that if there is love, warmth and concern, it will still make people happy physically and mentally, feel tall and smart enough. From the school buildings in the past to the rental houses in the work trip, I firmly believe that this temporary and short-lived "home" is on the other side. Here, I also have a full sense of home. When I go home, I can easily rely on a small table to taste the delicious home cooking by myself. I can sit quietly in the corner of the courtyard and listen to the soft music from the radio station. I can make a cup of tea and sit on a small stool in the sunset to read the classic feeling of life. I can squat at the edge of the flower bed to hoe, fertilize and water a few small trees. I can also bow down and kiss the blooming flowers and rise again Look at the wonderful scenery around you and feel the little buds just coming out of the tree cracks. It's really comfortable. I still remember that before I left, my parents always told me: "at home, I depend on my parents, go out on myself, find a better house, eat, dress and live warm, and take care of myself." Now, the gravel of time glides through the fingers, leaving only the deepest memory. Mom and dad's advice is like yesterday's stars, illuminating a way forward for me. And I, also gradually in a strange city, familiar with the local, accustomed to a person to eat, a person to read, a person to walk, a person to sleep, and find their own small world. The road is your own choice, the room is your own choice, the condition is no matter how simple it is, you must insist on going through it. Although the actual conditions here are too general. There are no washing machines, refrigerators, televisions, computers, and large dining tables (because the door is too small for the dining table to enter, simple small tables are used instead). There are only a few old furniture such as simple sofas, wardrobes, beds, etc. the kitchen and toilet are shared with others
