回家是一条漫长的路,我,坐在车上,望着车窗外飞驰而过的密不透风的树影,忍不住长长地吁出一口气,又是星期天,可以回家了,也不得不回家了,回家去看看我的亲切而又陌生的爸爸和妈妈。初秋的阳光很明媚,我坐在车上,车在林荫中穿行,我只能远远地看着林荫之外的阳光,心口仿佛有什么压着:什么时候我才能走进我爸爸妈妈的世界,而他们也能走进我的世界呢? Going home is a long road. I, sitting in the car and looking at the shadowless trees that have driven through the window of the car, can’t help but scream for a long time. On Sunday, I can go home. Have to go home, go home and see my kind and strange father and mother. The sunshine in the early autumn was very bright. I was sitting in the car and the car was walking through the trees. I could only look far away from the sun outside the trees. My heart seemed to be pressing: When will I enter the world of my father and mother? , And they can walk into my world?