It was the first time that I was still in a foreign land when the Spring Festival has counted backwards. As a green comer in the office, I have persuaded me to sit in my seat until the last office hour.

Then it was！

I rushed back home to get my package, calla Didi taxi, reached at the railway station.

Is it so-called Spring Festival traffic? It’snot as crowed as I supposed, but I could feel eager and excitement filling thestation. Most people carry big luggage and red gift boxes. Long queues are infront the ticket entrance. Even as lazy as me who always sited in the waitingchairs until crowds get into the entrance queue up to check in, as thoughqueuing earlier equals to reach home earlier.

When the train starts, I called my mom toassure I would arrive on time. So did many people around me. The destination ofthe train I took is my hometown. Thus, I heard familiar words in other’sdialogue and calls, which made me feel peaceful.

I checked the red packets I prepared for my family and went into sleep at ease.