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Getting closer and closer to the pace of the Spring Festival, the wanderer heart like rivers of surging passion, I early ready to baggage mask house, head of home countdown. Every time before the Spring Festival, we are happy, even if has been to college, is no exception. And again will only go home once half a year, the in the mind instead of much a joy and anticipation. How I once for all over the sky of colorful fireworks are very yearning, I how do on New Year's eve night hold fun little Spring Festival gala ChengSu certainly didn't.
Those good times like fireworks in the sky, leaving a night stunning beauty at the same time Bordeaux Wine, the meteor shower of wonderland and no mood. I'm carrying luggage home, along the way I am thinking about how to acquaintances and happy New Year, how to return, how to express their thoughts and concerns. In a spat some, natural ice pin cloud. Father before I left some pocket money left mask house, I'm not willing to use, want to father worked day and night toil, home for me, struggling with, my eyes melt into the ocean. He never smoke or drink, not other's father, was great. Take heart, unlike others, every time separation, always read, want to stay home a spend a grass is one of the world, the bitterness of the heart is always thorough marrow, let a person lost, because of responsibility, and there will be more than a courage. The heart of the home will be more and more heavy. Each New Year flower similar, but each person is different every year. More a mood, a joy, this is the New Year bring us transformation mask house .