In ancient times, the elegant name of going home was to go home and miss home. We ancients had many poems about homesickness. For example, Jingyesi, Tang Libai, the bright line at the foot of my bed, will it have frost? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. There is also homesickness, Tang Buxie, the trip to northern Shandong, and the letter from Yunnan has not been answered. If you don't sweep the flowers in front of the court, you will climb the willow outside the door. Selling silver candles after sitting for a long time will lose face. Hanging in the autumn night, Wan Li shines on the mountains. No matter the ancients or now, home is the harbor of the soul.
Home is like a post station, whenever we feel tired, we can have a rest, and the door is always open for each of us. When I am tired, when we are tired, when we feel desperate about life and hopeless about life, we can all go home, go back to our relatives and feel their love and the warmth of home, so home is the stopping point of one's soul and the destination of everyone's soul.