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原文：

Home

Home to me means a sense of familiarity and nostalgia(怀旧). It's fun to come home. It looks the same. It smells the same. You'll realize what's changed is you. Home is where we can remember pain, love, and some other experiences; We parted here; My parents met here; I won three championships here.

If I close my eyes, I can still have a clear picture in mind of my first home. I walk in the door and see a brown sofa surrounding a low glass-top wooden table. To the right of the living room is my first bedroom. It's empty, but it's where my earliest memories are.

There is the dining room table where I celebrated birthdays, and where I cried on Halloween-when I didn't want to wear the skirt my mother made for me. I always liked standing on that table because it made me feel tall and strong. If I sit at this table, I can see my favorite room in the house, my parents' room. It is simple: a brown wooden dresser lines the right side of the wall next to a television and a couple of photos of my grandparents on each side. Their bed is my safe zone. I can jump on it anytime - waking up my parents if I am scared or if I have an important announcement that cannot wait until the morning.

I'm lucky because I know my first home still exists. It exists in my mind and heart, on a physical property (住宅) on West 64th street on the western edge of Los Angeles. It is proof I lived, I grew and I learned.

Sometimes when I feel lost, I lie down and shut my eyes, and I go home. I know it's where I'll find my family, my dogs, and my belongings. I purposely leave the window open at night because I know I'll be blamed by Mom. But I don't mind, because I want to hear her say my name, which reminds me I'm home.

译文：

家

家，于我而言，意味着熟悉和怀旧的感觉。回家令我愉悦。家依然还是熟悉的样子，原来的味道。你会发现变化的只是你自己。家，是让我们记住曾经的痛与爱以及过往的其他经历的地方。我们在此离别；父母在此相遇；我在此曾三次夺冠。

当我闭上眼睛，脑海里依然清晰浮现出第一个家的场景。我走进门，看见的是围绕玻璃面茶几摆放着的棕色的沙发。客厅的右侧，是我的第一个卧室。它现在空空如也，但却是存放我童年记忆的地方。

餐厅里的餐桌，是我过去庆祝生日的地方，是我在万圣节不愿穿妈妈给我做的裙子哭泣的地方。那时候，我总是喜欢站在桌子上，因为这样我觉得自己很高大。坐在餐桌旁边，我可以看到家中我最喜欢的那个房间：爸爸妈妈的卧室。卧室陈设简单：一个棕色的木质梳妆台在墙的右侧靠着电视机放着，两边放着几张爷爷奶奶的照片。他们的床是我的安全港湾，我可以在任何时候跳上他们的床——害怕时叫醒他们或者等不及到第二天早上要向他们宣布重要事情。

我很幸运，因为我的第一个家还在，在我的脑海里，在我的心里，在洛杉矶西郊西64#街道的实实在在的住宅里。它见证着我生活、成长和学习的过程。

我有时候感觉怅然若失，我就躺下来闭上眼睛，然后我就有了回家的感觉。我明白，在家里，我可以找到我的家人，家里的狗，以及我的一切。在夜里，我会把窗户开着，我知道要被妈妈责备。但是我不介意，因为我想听到她喊我的名字，这会提醒我：我还是在家里。

2020.5.13