Although the topic of my composition is calm and steady, it is actually because there is no exclamation point. In fact, when I said these four words, my heart was full of happiness and excitement. Only my own mother understands my excitement, and even my own father doesn't understand it.

On the third day of class last week, my mother called me on Wednesday and asked if I would go home this week. If I knew, I would give her a recipe now. How can I not go home with my mother who is so enthusiastic about calling me home? I haven't been home for a long time, so I politely told my mother that I could eat whatever I wanted, as long as my mother cooked it. My mother laughed at me on the phone and was very polite. She just said what she wanted to eat and how about braised pork ribs. As soon as you hear braised pork ribs, it's like hearing open sesame. I immediately stopped being polite to my mother and gave her the braised pork ribs, stewed chicken soup, minced pork with sour beans and boiled fish that I particularly missed. As soon as my mother heard these dishes, she knew that her daughter had come back. It was a fake daughter who was polite to her just now. My mother and I played a few more jokes on the phone. After hanging up the phone, I started the exciting mode of going home at the weekend. Classes are also more active and serious than usual, and homework after class is faster and more accurate than usual. It seems that if I don't do this, it will delay my coming home at the weekend.

A few days before going home on weekends, the night is the hardest. Because there is no study at night to help me divert my attention. I was lying on the crib in the dormitory, holding the only little doll that could be put on the bed in the dormitory. I began to miss my big bed and dozens of dolls on my big bed. They are like my family, waiting for me to go home, waiting for me to play with them, waiting for me to hold them to sleep. I miss home so much that I will dream of going home at the weekend all night. In my dream, I hugged and hugged as soon as I saw my mother. Even my father couldn't stand it, so I turned to do something else.

There are still two days left. One more day. There are still half a day. I count down the time to go home, from one day to half a day, from half a day to a moment, from a moment to a minute. If I have such a mentality that every minute counts, I will definitely be admitted to Tsinghua Peking University! No matter how much, the most important thing now is to go home at the weekend!

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