The face is full of sweet sunshine.
Compared with the noise in the distance
This is a pure land of the soul.
When I open the door at noon,
What I heard was greetings.
Compared with distant indifference
This is the harbor of the soul.
When I step on the gravel road at night
What I felt was a burst of joy.
Compared with fatigue in the distance
This is a spiritual destination.
There is no grand momentum.
But it has the warmth of a country farmhouse.
There is no beautiful pavilion.
But there are small bridges and flowing water.
There is no gorgeous glass.
But there is a faint feeling of red walls and green tiles.
here
Our feelings
It is the warmth of home.
It is the warmth of home.
It's sweet from home.
Why are my eyes always full of smiles?
Because I love this land deeply.