On the imitation of home: home is the bright moon "looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, I suddenly remembered home". Two or three sentences

Home is the dialect of' young people leave home and old people, and the local accent will not change'.

Home is a family letter, with a river of three thousand miles and fifteen lines of letters.

Home is the long hometown of East Road, and the tears of the dragon bell with double sleeves are still wet.

I hope I can help you. If you think it's good, adopt it.