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The taste of homesickness
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ONLY a person far away from home knows what homesickness is.
It is the welling up of tears when you are waving goodbye as your train pulls away from your hometown.
It is the delight that fills your heart when you hear familiar voices on the phone.
It is the great joy that you feel and the sparkling eyes that you have upon hearing your hometown's dialect from a stranger in the street.
It is the winding trails in your hometown and the young trees in the courtyard of your home that keep appearing in your dreams.
It is the uncontrollable desire and sweet smile at the thought of the mouth-watering food cooked by your mother.
It is the unspeakable sadness that creeps over you when others are hurrying home while you are wandering in the darkness alone, only accompanied by the full moon.
It is the gusts of excitement you have when holiday is coming near and your dream of returning home is coming true.
It is the unusual patience that you have when you go to the railway ticket office in the afternoon, wait in a long line before the small window through the night and finally get your ticket home the next morning.
It is the laughing and singing in the train that heads for the long craved home.
So warm a word is home, and such a sweet sadness is homesickness.
Li Zhuancai
Shenzhen University
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