Far away is always far away;
Just like time, without the previous second as the starting point, the next second has no meaning.
The far side is prepared for home, so there is a distant home and a distant you.
You pursue poems and fields far away;
Like a growing tree, it constantly chases the sun in order to grow.
You sprout in the spring wind, every drop of spring rain nourishes you; you grow in the middle of summer, every ray of sunshine guides you; you harvest in the golden autumn, every fruit shows you; you accumulate in the cold winter, and every fallen leaf cares for you.
What is home and what is home?
The home is mom and dad under the three-foot eaves,
The home was in front of the candlelight window with her.
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