Suitable for the New Year's Eve back home to send a circle of friends copy
The human fireworks, coarse tea, plain, is the human world.
The fireworks of winter can cure a whole year of wandering.
If you are tired one day, come to the countryside, smell the fragrance of the soil, listen to the birds, breathe fresh air, simple and beautiful.
The world outside is wonderful, but it can't beat the strong fireworks in the hometown .
There is no copywriting at home, only happiness.
The place you once desperately wanted to escape from is the place you now desperately want to go back to.
The most beautiful scenery in the world is not as beautiful as the way home.
It's been a whole year since I ate takeout, so I'm finally going home to taste my mom's flavor.
The scenery in the village is plain and durable, and maybe it's not convenient to go home, but it's the most warm and healing, and it can tenderize the whole world.
We used to think that life in the countryside was boring, but now, with my family sitting around and the lights on, it's become the life I long for.
The most beautiful scenery in the world is not as beautiful as the road home.
The prosperous ten-mile-long street is not as good as the muddy path in my hometown.
Mother's flavor is the signpost to my home.
The wind is sweet, the snow is warm, the heart is like an arrow, the road home.
It may be very small in the outside world, but when I come home, I am the whole world to my mom and dad.
Traveling through thousands of mountains, crossing the sea of people, all just to go home for the New Year.
The world is too big no matter how far you go, life is difficult, there is always someone waiting for you to go home.
How many times the circle of friends of filial piety are not as good as a trip home.
Every time you go home, it's a journey, but it's also a homecoming.
The wind is sweet and the snow is warm. The wind is sweet, the snow is warm, the heart is like an arrow, and the road is home.
Every journey home is a pleasure, every homecoming is a surprise.
"Home" is a great word, isn't it? I'll take you home, we'll go home.
Vacation mode is on, so pack up and go back to my magic castle.
The world is too big, no matter how far you go, life is hard, there is always someone waiting for you to come home.
When I have no more worries, I will go back to my old home, and when I am busy, I will cultivate a hedge and plant flowers, and when I am idle, I will drink wine and tea. The beauty of life is that there are many kinds of, only this earthly air, can be gentle to the whole world.
Fading away is not the old home, but the memories of childhood, is once full of village fireworks. When you go back to your hometown, you will slowly realize that what you have been missing is not your hometown, but a certain period of time in your childhood.
The wind is sweet on the way home.
Every return journey is a surprise.
Other people carry money home, and I go home early.
Rush home to eat mom's cooking before sunset.
There is always a light on earth waiting for you to come home.
No matter how old you are, you still look forward to going home once. All the unhappiness is lost on the way home.