Remember this idea was sprouted in high school. I wanted to go to a big city far away from home, work hard, create everything with my own hands, so that I have enough ability to create a bright future.

But now I'm halfway through this wish. I've reached the big city, I just haven't accomplished anything yet. Wouldn't you say it's half realized? (? _?)

When you really leave your home town and go to the big city, you will feel homesickness from the bottom of your heart. And the lights of the big city in front of you, although the hometown is not so conspicuous. However, the home of that kind and soft all the time is not calling you back.

When do you want to go home? Maybe it's when you're in trouble, when you're in danger, when you're indifferent, when you realize that this city is so cold and unfamiliar to you. This is when I think of my hometown, it's beautiful, it's idle.

When I first arrived in this big city, I wanted to go home most often. When I got off the bus, I saw all the skyscrapers and buildings, and it was so strange.

Later, I managed to find a place to live and a job, but the journey back and forth to work, the people who come and go to communicate with me in my life are so unfamiliar, they are even more unfamiliar than strangers in my hometown. I don't know how to tell you this feeling, but this strangeness comes from the heart, while the strangeness of the stranger back home comes from the appearance, just two people who have never met.

The toughest days are over, and now that I've taken root in the big city, I'm becoming familiar with it.