The first grade cried and wanted to go home.

The second grade gradually accepted the present environment.

By the third grade, we gradually became familiar with playing with anyone.

By the fourth grade, men and women have drawn a clear line.

In fifth grade, we learned to speak ill of others.

In the sixth grade, we became silent.

Junior one: crying to go home

The next day: Go home crying.

Grade three: Go home crying.

Senior one: crying to go home

Senior two: crying to go home.

Senior three: crying to go home

Freshman: crying to go home

Sophomore: crying to go home

Junior year: crying to go home

Senior three: crying to go home.

Graduation: Go home crying.

Haha, no matter how old you are, you have to shout that you don't want to go to school when you go out to school. I've been shouting for more than ten years.

In fact, my understanding of home is more inclined to my home. If home brings you more pain than happiness, then this place is more like a residence than "my home". I hope everyone can find a comfortable and happy "home".