The early five o-clock plane leaves the ground, Here comes the long way to home.
I see the runway fading away in the back. In the front is the place I miss: home.
The plane is surronding by winds and clouds, I call it the journey back home.
Eighteen hours, with the bommbing sound made by the wheels; the familliar scenery flys into my eyes, I got home.
My parents swing their hands at me with big smiles on their face, all tiredness disappears, because the warmness given by home.
My name is Qianwei Guo. I'm from China, and I'm a 14 year old freshmen at New Mexico Military Institute. I love my family, and most of my writing is related to my family. I like play basketball and read science-fiction books.