This year, I didn’t go home for the Qingming Festival, and I deeply regret it. Every festival makes me miss my family all the more, and now the longing has come rushing to the surface!
Yesterday, the school administrators told me, “You can leave after class. Tomorrow is Qingming, so there won’t be any classes. Come back the day after.” I thought, “Qingming is a time to honor our ancestors.” So I said, “All right, I’ll go home to pay my respects, too.” But I didn’t make it home. I couldn’t focus on my reading, either. With filial devotion in my heart, I didn’t know what to do. My conscience has been troubling me. From now on, I swear that I’ll go home at this time every year. Of course, I hope everyone else will go home, too, and reunite with their families. Our families are thinking of us, their loved ones living far from home!
A quick sketch for Qingming: The words don’t make a poem, the prose doesn’t make a story, and the chapters don’t make a book. This is just to express what’s in my heart. I hope you won’t laugh!
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