Falling into a different place, whether in pursuit of a better life or sweet love.
No matter how rich material resources and emotional sustenance the real life in other places has given him.
What I can't erase from my wandering heart is my feelings for my hometown.
As the saying goes, dogs don't hate poor children and ugly mothers.
No matter what makes you drift away.
As a wanderer and a child, I will not erase my attachment to my family.
home
Our wanderers are haunted by dreams.
home
Our warm harbor
My home
Although not as prosperous as big cities.
But it is full of my worries.
Those familiar shops on the street
Those snacks hidden in the corner
Open horse gourd
Muddy country roads
Cattle and sheep are moving on the shop
Whip-wielding herders
Relatives working in farmland
Familiar faces, sweet local accent. ....
All I care about is.
Have you ever had this kind of wandering experience?
Whenever I am physically and mentally exhausted, I really want to talk to my family.
After the call is connected, it is really good news, not bad news.
There was a hearty laugh from my family on the other end of the phone.
Your troubles will be forgotten.
Every time I set foot on the return train
Look anxiously at the stop sign.
What's the next stop?
How long does it take to get there and go home?
Five stops and three stops. ....
At the next stop, please pack your luggage and get ready to get off.
At this time, the mood was extremely excited, and it is estimated that everyone jumped into their throats.
Set foot on this familiar land in my hometown
The town covered with snow and ice.
A road paved with snow melting agent
Lying on the hot kang at home
How practical and happy.