Day and night, three years of training period is finally a few months to pull down the curtain, due to contract restrictions we have not seen relatives for more than two years, which is really a great torture for us in our twenties, can't wait for us to break our fingers every day to count the days, while recalling the taste of thinking about relatives every festive season in the past three years, while yearning for life after returning home.
In order to prepare for the return to China, we began a planned procurement activity six months in advance, electrical products, handicrafts, cosmetics, souvenirs, etc., and every weekend we bought them happily. In the evening, we each made a special dish, enjoyed the food, shared the joy of shopping, and discussed the goal of the next shopping. I don't know if it's because the Japanese have relaxed their demands on us or because we've started to indulge ourselves, and we feel that the daily work is no longer so difficult, and whatever we do is happy. My diary style has also begun to change, and from the initial troubles of life and work, I have gradually become more Japanese and have more japanese cultural customs and expectations for the future. Looking back on the sour, sweet, bitter and spicy over the past two years, from the beginning of the meal will not be able to do now a person can calmly support all the powerful me, the taste of which only he can understand. I think that for me in the future, this must be a spiritual wealth.
The exciting days have finally arrived, three years later, and we are finally going home! Everyone got up early and eagerly waited to pick up our car, and the moment after getting on the bus, I suddenly remembered a scene three years ago, the same people, the same car, three years ago with the student spirit of us all the way noisy, and now we are quietly according to the patience of excitement, three years of experience three years of youth, our dress and habits have changed, but what will never change is a patriotic and loving heart.
We stepped on that boat, the Yanjing Ferry, which took us into a foreign country three years ago and back to our hometown three years later. At the moment of passing by the Seto Bridge, I stepped onto the deck and threw all the diaries I had written in the past three years into the sea of Japan, and in retrospect, the mood at that time should have been very complicated, and the unforgettable three years had experienced many unknown pains, and at that moment I just wanted to make a break with the past, and prayed that the future life would be smooth.
To be continued...
Seto Bridge (when diary is lost)
Seto Bridge (after losing the diary)
I was on my way home