My home is simple, but it also has various flavors:
The taste of home is sweet,
It's the warmth of jumping into mom's arms,
It's the laughter when dad and I play games.
It was my grandmother's ecstasy when she told me a story.
It was my grandfather's innocence that accompanied me to build a small castle on the edge of the field.
The taste of home is sour,
Just like a kind greeting,
Straight to the heart.
Arouse gratitude in my heart,
Swing into the distance-boundless.
The taste of home is bitter,
Grow up,
Separation again and again,
I started to move away from home,
But I haven't forgotten,
Home-the place where I grew up.
Thinking of this,
My heart was bitter and I left tears.
Home,
Maybe a simple tripod,
Maybe it's a magnificent mansion decorated like a palace.
But anyway,
As long as there are people I love,
Even if there is no shelter from the wind and rain,
It is also the place that I yearn for physically and mentally.
Thatched cottage,
There are several people under the house who depend on each other for better or worse.
That's my home.
I-love my family!