Sitting on a green leather train
The leaves outside the window have gradually turned yellow.
The gentle vows of that year still ring in my ears.
Must be famous!
I want to go home, go home.
The moment I got on the bus
It's like a breeze on my face.
Think of the girl's smile standing under the camphor tree
I will wait for you.
I'm coming, I'm coming
Look at the station sign from a distance
Two figures swayed with the window.
My eyesight is almost blurred, and my nose is a little sour.
Son! We've been here.
I want to go home, go home.
I'll come today!
Today, I returned to the harbor of attachment.
The scene around us is so clear.
Not even in my dreams.
It's good to be home!
I slowly raised my mouth. ...
This is written by Mao Meng. Please forgive me if it is not good. Well, this is the first novel. Please adopt it for the first time. If there is any mistake, correct it yourself ~