The train hushed out the ancient town,as I am holding a pocket book,filled by Tagore's poet.The sun's rays shinning brightly into the window ,breathtaking scenery reflected on the train window.I smile,and soon the memories light the corners of my mind.
"Here's to enjoy growing up!"The words we once said ring in my ear.It was the moment we were still young,everyone raised their glasses and sang together,we spoke out our dreams loudly ,shared the expectations toward the future,
The time passes really quickly ,we soon grow up inadvertently ，and then step out the society,start to face the real world that we never imagined.We were forced to go apart,but carried a hope,just like the birds,flapping the wings to fly high in the sky.
However,the reality is so cruel,it breaks up my hopes,give me the different ending.But still,those dreadful days I had experienced,made me a great person who has courage to lost sight of the shore when coming across the ocean.
Now,I am coming home,I can't wait to share the experiences with you,my friends.
Well,just in this second,I finally understand what Tagore wrote."If you shed tears when you miss the sun,you also miss the stars."
My friends, my home, here I am coming.
