The weather in Nankang the day after tomorrow

There is a taste called sadness; There is a kind of mood called sadness; There is a feeling called missing.

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Everything in the world is like this after all: you will regret it after doing it; I don't know how to cherish until I lose it; I will miss you every few days.

In the depths of my mind, I will always keep such a memory: my parents, who are over 500 years old, have been busy all day, dragging their tired bodies, and it is near evening when they approach the house. After a simple wash, my father came to the sofa, lit a cigarette and sat down to rest; On the other hand, mother must go to the kitchen to cook. Outside, the chimney on the roof suddenly emitted smoke, reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun, like wisps of golden rosy clouds, slowly floating in the air. Swallows are also tired of flying, standing on thin wires and hanging their heads like beautiful notes. Everything seems so harmonious and comfortable.

I have lived here day after day, and everything here makes me happy.

But time is like water, and the sun and the moon fly. Six years of primary school is like a meteor. Although extremely beautiful, it passed by in a hurry. I am about to enter junior high school. Facing the new campus life, I am even more daunting. How much I want to snuggle up at home, but all this is impossible.

In the school life after that, I was like an abandoned bird, lonely and helpless. Here, I had that feeling for the first time-missing.

Miss, miss my parents at home, I wonder if they have a few more wrinkles because of fatigue;

Miss, miss the swallows flying all over the sky at home, and want to see them dance again.

Miss, miss every corner of my home, where I grew up.

I see, this feeling-missing. It is indescribable, but fascinating; It can't get rid of it, because it has been deeply implanted in your heart. You never know, maybe tomorrow not too far away.

This is missing.