I had thought that I was not a person of nostalgia, at least before I came here .Then I realized that as long as you do not leave your country you will never know what is homesickness.

The first month was full of curiosity, Everything was new ,the people ,the language ,the goods ……all you wanted to do was to be familiar with everything around in a short time .Once you got to know all around very well ,you would found that there is nothing new at all ,everyday just repeat and repeat .Suddenly ,you become tired of the work ,of the life. What is worse, when you are aware of that there is none to share with your sorrow and happiness ,the desire for back home will be stronger and stronger .That is what I am facing now.

There is a poem written by Xi Murong which is in relation to the thoughts of home .As a student, the poem is merely a poem, with nothing special , even do not know what the meaning of it .However when I read it once again ,the tears course down my cheeks .

The song is a native flute, quiet and remote

Always sounded the night the moon

The face of home is a vague wistful

Waving goodbye as if the fog

After parting

Homesickness is a tree without rings

Never to grow old

Even though Chinese Lunar New Year is drawing near ,there are few visitors .

Those two photos are both from the Lucky supermarket here ,it is decorated according to the Chinese style as you may see the letters on the lantern .

The red envelop and red clothes remind me that the new year comes indeed .But we were still working on that day ,which made me really upset .

East or west ,home is the best !While there is no me this year ,how I miss you all !