Home is just a boat with a dear drifting; Home is a harbor, but a warm harbor, where life drifts and has a rest; Home is home, the starting point and the end point of our life journey.
However, a multi-flavored poem can only be read if you taste it with your heart; However, a cup of medicine at home can only feel the magical effect if you insist on tasting it; However, home is a castle. Only by appreciating it wholeheartedly can we taste the profound connotation.
Go home. But what? Home is just a lamp, a roof and a soft bed. With lights, I am no longer afraid of the stars and the moon at night. With the eaves, we are no longer afraid of wind and rain. With a bed, you can sleep soundly and have a sweet dream when you are tired and sleepy.
Home, always in my memory, in my consciousness, in the eyes of waking up and dreaming, is as clear as yesterday.