There is always a place where some people are waiting for you all the time, so that you will not hesitate to embark on a distant journey home.
Don't forget to go home because you're in too much of a hurry.
Who knows how desolate it is outside, bitter, spicy, sour and sweet to taste alone. In my dreams, I often think of the way home, and I go smoothly to my hometown.
Spring, early winter, late winter, and now, the twilight is slanting to the west and dusk. The wind blew frost and the body was cold, and I did not see my children return home.