I haven't been home for a long time. I wonder if my parents are still healthy. The child is far from home, and I am worried. I want to apply for a book, but my studies are urgent and my homework is troublesome. I dare not slack off at all, but miss my loved ones more and more. Today is the Double Ninth Festival, but my mood is unbearable. I hate my wings and travel thousands of miles to wait for my parents. As the ancients said, it is natural to be a stranger alone in a foreign land, and to miss your relatives twice during the festive season.
Time flies, the children have been away from home for several months, and everything has been fine for several months, so parents don't have to worry about it. A few days ago, the child ran into an old classmate, chatted for half a night, mentioned old things, and took a breath for half a day, but lamented that time was gone forever and the past was no longer heard. Speaking of parents, children used to be wild and didn't like reading. Parents always warned that they were young and inexperienced at that time and always disagreed. Today, when my studies were so heavy that I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, I thought it was true. Fortunately, it is not too late to mend, and there is plenty of time, so children should concentrate on their studies and work hard to repay their parents' deep friendship.
The autumn wind is getting colder. I hope my parents will watch over me at night. Don't worry about me.
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