"The cold wind is blowing and falling leaves, the army is a green flower, dear comrades, don't miss home, don't miss your mother."
This afternoon, in an almost inevitable situation Under the circumstances, we started singing. "Green Flowers in the Army" is a must-have song for the military. So, we heard "Dear comrades, don't be homesick..." in an unexpected way. My thoughts were already drifting into the distance.
I miss home and my mother. "We are strangers in a foreign land". Today we live in Nanchong, a "foreign land". Work hard to adapt to the collective life, fight for the collective honor, and fight for your own pride. However, when I dream back at midnight, I often think of that warm harbor that belongs to us.
Father's love is like a steady mountain, steadily serving as the backbone of the family. When a person faces difficulties and solves problems alone, I always think of my father and his teachings.
Mother's love is like a bay of clear water, soft and flowing along the mountain. Many times I feel like crying while doing housework, or when I feel sick and uncomfortable, I hold it back. However, the phone call from my mother always makes me defeated and burst into tears.
Missing home.
When you are wandering, when you are uncomfortable, when you are in pain, all the thoughts and feelings you want to avoid. Come back, kid.
Missing home, homesickness.