I always say that I don't like Chinese New Year. I don't want to walk all over the street. I'm so tired. I traveled all over the country just to pay New Year greetings to others, but I also have expectations for the New Year. I am looking forward to going home.
China New Year is coming. My parents have bought our favorite food and prepared many things, waiting for us to go home. This day is coming soon, and parents are looking forward to it day by day at home.
My mother heard that we will be home soon. I don't know how many times she watched it at the door. When she got home, hot food was waiting for us. My parents always put dishes in my bowl, turning this year's thoughts into dishes on this table, telling us that eating more is what you love. My parents miss you very much. This happiness, warmth, and unspeakable taste of love.
The warmth these days is the tea that my father made for me, the whispers between my mother and me, and my sister holding me silently.
My home is the warmest in winter. There are people who love me in this family, and this is my home. No matter how far I go, no matter where I am, I will eventually go back on New Year's Day.