Perhaps losing the support of loved ones truly made the path of growth exceptionally difficult.I genuinely feel the importance of family; it is a crucial piece of the puzzle in my life,filling in the bittersweet experiences of human existence.
In the blink of an eye, I have lived in New York for ten years,experiencing marriage and divorce,moving and renting,job loss, and finally, a mental breakdown that led to auditory hallucinations that threatened suicide or harming others,ultimately resulting in me running naked in winter and ending up in a mental hospital.If it weren't for the North Star constantly guiding me,perhaps something terrible would have happened long ago.
After a period of treatment,the auditory hallucinations subsided, and I gradually recovered. The Bid Dipper kept guiding my way,constantly urging me to trust the doctors and nurses, and encouraging me to trust the support of my family.It truly was the Big Dipper protecting me.
New York winters are indeed bleak and long, but I was incredibly fortunate to survive that long winter and wait for the new spring.
Spring,with its revival of all things, was bright and beautiful.Willow branches swayed in the wind,flowers smiled in the grass, and little bits of green gradually painted the forest.Swallows chirped,sparrows chatted,cats ran happily among the flowers chasing butterflies, and dogs barked and ran joyfully towards the bees.The bees diligently collected honey;truly, the early bird catches the worm, and only through hard work can one reap sweet rewards.
In this spring,I plan to return home,to see the place where I was born and raised, and to find out about my relatives.So,let's go home,like the swallows of the south who,after enduring blizzards,yearn to fly back to the warm south.Go home,little swallow,it's time to wear your new clothes and return home in spring.Little swallow,wearing your flowery clothes,where do you go every spring?