Home, that's a word that makes people happy. Whenever you step into the door, the familiar atmosphere comes to your face, and the warmth and sense of belonging instantly overflow in your heart. Home is our warmest harbor, where our beloved ones are located, and everything we are familiar with.
Coming home means reliving those good memories and reuniting with loved ones. That familiar home has witnessed our growth, and also carried our countless joys and tears. Every time we go home, it's like a trip through time, allowing us to relive the good old days.
Every festive season, I always feel guilty when I go home for the Chinese New Year, because I still can't make my second elder live a better life. However, I always had one wish: to take them to the city where I work in my spare time, so that I can spend more time with them. I couldn't accept that there were only 20 or so meetings left with my parents. 
I often go home to see it"Although this sentence is simple, it is not easy for those of us who are struggling outside. The annual vacation is limited, and the short vacation is not even enough for the round trip. Even if we go home every long vacation, how long can we stay with them? Therefore, I know that only by redoubling my efforts can I let them settle down in the big city as soon as possible. I remember when I was a student, every time I went home, I felt that my parents seemed to have not changed. However, since entering the society, every time I see them, I can notice that their gray hair has increased a few more. I wish that time would stop for me so that my parents can age more slowly......However, the moment of leaving home always comes too quickly. When we are about to leave home, there is always a faint sadness in our hearts. It is a kind of attachment to home, reluctance to relatives. We said goodbye to the familiar streets, to the scenery that accompanied us to grow up, and to the carefree days.
That kind of mood is like the autumn leaves, falling gently, with a touch of poignancy and helplessness. We understand that leaving is for a better reunion, for the future struggle and hard work. But that reluctance, that attachment, is always indescribable.
Have you ever had this experience too? When you left home, did you feel a trace of reluctance and sadness in your heart? That feeling may only be truly experienced by those who have experienced it. No matter how far we go, the call for home always rings in our hearts. Let us cherish every opportunity to go home, feel the warmth and beauty, and let us bravely face the moment of parting and strive for a better future.