After the light went out, I did not feel sleepy at all. Besides the
flickering logo on the building, nothing could be seen in such darkness. I could
feel the moon glowing behind the thick clouds, but they
blocked my sight.
I started to think about the time, the life and the reality. I
couldn’t say how fast or slow time passes, though
the speed of time is unchangeable, it
is how I
felt in life. I remember how
hard it was to wait almost
two weeks for a chance to go home. It was like a century,
especially the last several days. Finally, the day had come, I was so
excited to see my parents. I was
like a soldier from certain victory， and the bonus was freedom.
After finishing most of my homework, I filled most of my time on
the
computer:
watching
movies, posting
threads on forums and the like.
These are things I can’t do at school. I had
fun，the some kind of fun as I had after the military training and the summer
holiday. The second night at home, I couldn’t fall asleep, and
suddenly I realized something. I thought about why happy
times were
so unimpressive and passed so fast. I said to
myself a comforting saying: “Happy time is always short.” This
time, I
was missing
something important in my heart. It was
the love and affection given by my parents. I used to
get it
everyday, but after I left home, that part of life left a
void. It was so normal
that when it disappeared, I could hardly find out what
missing. It was a
feeling of loss. I had the chance, I needed to
spend time with my parents the following
day, I thought.
The second day of rest was the last whole day of freedom. I planned
to walk around the park at night with my parents. I asked them to go first and I
would catch up
to them, because I still had some homework to do. After I finished, I ran
to
the "max”,
found them
waiting at the bridge. We talked about some casual things. Unfortunately,
before long,
I felt sick, from
running too fast. In
silence, we took
a taxi home, and I went straight to
bed, fell asleep quickly.
The next day----being
today, both of my parents went to work. At noon,
they accompanied
me back to school. Along the
way, none of us said a word. That was probably due to
the fact that our driver was not very close. They
walked me
to the school gate, and told
me things I should pay attention to at school. We were together
until they got into the car. I waved my hands to them, and they waved
back. The car turned around and left quickly. I suddenly felt
tears in my eyes. I was a little surprised; this is not the first time I am apart
from my parents. However
this time, the feeling of guilt and regret filled my heart. I held my tears
back. I did not want my friends to laugh at me.
I have recalled so much, life at home used to be the reality, but now
it is just a dream，a half-remembered unreal dream. School
life becomes reality. This reminds me of the movie, "Inception". Life
is just like what it said, once you are lost in your dream, dream becomes your
reality.
There’s still one way out， face reality.
