I really hope, don't wake up.

Shenzhen to Mount Huangshan's train is more than a dozen hours to reach, Shenzhen to Mount Huangshan high-speed rail is eight hours to reach, Shenzhen to Mount Huangshan, the plane is 1.5 hours to reach. These one thousand hundreds of kilometers, is the world's most distant.

When I was in Shenzhen old room listening to music writing, they in Shenzhen to Huangshan train, high-speed rail, aircraft, rail and air to and fro in, and I is not one of them.

Some time ago to a home, although the beginning of September, but home has been able to feel the arrival of autumn, to go out to wear a jacket, and I was in Shenzhen as hot as the summer heat. Remember every time a long distances when grandma follow in the footsteps behind me and face don't give up, my deep love and I didn't let her see me are choked, and pretending to be strong to calm calm. A person in Shenzhen, I slowly accustomed to loneliness, a person in Shenzhen are not looking up at the stars and the moon. The outside world is big and the other way, I can't go anywhere, I'm stuck in it. Home so small, I can run freely, that is my whole world. In and other people to talk about my hometown, full of pride and happiness, Mount Huangshan, Anhui is also the most representative of the symbol, I feel proud of this.

Shenzhen is a city with no winter, the home grown up, for me, there is no winter in Shenzhen is very cold, the home of the winter is very cold, but I was very sweet smile. I only in his hometown, will brave looked up at the night sky, watching the stars and the moon leisurely hanging in the top of my head, the stars represent me, also represents you, that is represents the travellers we have hundreds of thousands of displaced.

As a young, we all have a dream, want to break a world outside, so that after the homecoming. But most of the time are counterproductive, a home is a year, a year to go back once, many times I asked myself, why are you doing this, each to this time I felt like a fool, life is so short, we have to spend a much time doing useless things. For the so-called dream, ideal, hope. Had not thought in the family home in more and more old, picture is more and more pale, wrinkles are crawling with their faces, eyeful is yearning and love. In my coming out of these years, the memory is more and more fierce, every time to leave the mood is unable to speak, just want to see a look at home with a accompany.

The stub of the drawer accumulates more more, deeper and deeper, visited many places, seen a lot of scenery, only to find the most beautiful home or scenery. There are only two kinds of places in my world, one is the field, the other is home, but I call it the other place. Waiting is the original old life, I know that my loved ones are waiting for, are looking forward to, read, worried. I want to appear immediately in front of them, listen to the mother's nagging, and dad chat, busy at his grandfather, and dear grandmother's face, the deep sense of nostalgia pulled my heart the most lonely miss, I want to say you, is my world, can be called "home". There is a place where I dare to look up at the sky.

Said that the moon is the home of the circle, this is my profound experience, and gradually understand. The outside world again good me and there is no relationship, a day, facing the strange people fake, fake smiles to me very sick, face all day hanging on the face. I can not lift the spirit to complete a smile, to know, to really laugh, it is too difficult. I don't want to be the most annoying person when I was young, and perhaps others would say that I want to adapt to the society, but I don't want to change anything, I just want to be changed by the society. I feel so lonely, I am not happy, I am very homesick, even if it is only home for a while. When the young always want to desperately to leave home, leave the parents, relatives, always want to rove all over the world out, imagine they will mix very well. Passage of time, with the growth of the age, become easily sentimental, nostalgic, sentimental and sad, just know oneself is so fragile, so homesick. Days away from home, really is a kind of suffering, is a kind of old, and I hate waiting, like a flower, I want to my family is the same. It was a kind of endless waiting, the beginning of the day when I first stepped out of the house.

In my dreams I dreamed I walked in on my way home, I came back home, sit in the yard and drinking tea homegrown, quiet leisurely, finally understand that first picking a chrysanthemum, carefree and leisurely see Nanshan feelings, at the moment I was such a feeling, ear interspersed with mother from the upstairs of the nagging, father, grandfather, grandmother, are at home busy, laughing and talking. Friends came over to my house, chatting together, as when reading a book together, if not speak, also won't feel embarrassed, chatting interesting stories happened recently, briefed each other on the newly discovered the pleasant to hear song, whose beautiful girl. The sun warms up in front of my house, and I am looking at the foot of the west hill, enjoying the moment, the time is so fixed in this picture, I really hope, don't wake up.