Life is like a flower in a flowerpot. Life is like a mess. No matter how well built a house is, it is only a temporary residence. That little box is your home forever.

Home is sincere to each other, and home is a journey of growing old together. Home is the post station of our life, the paradise of our life, and the harbor from the wind. Home is a beautiful umbrella, which can give people a warm world, shelter you from the wind and rain and resist the scorching sun.