I don't know when it began, home: this word has slowly become distant in my old sea, as if the home of my childhood was very lively. Because there is a family, and there are small friends to accompany. Yet so familiar...
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!["I don't want to go home, and I'm fine." Finally understand that children want to run away from their parents more than anyone[fig]](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=)
Depressed mournful, drizzle sprinkled, like your tears for many years have been flowing through your cheeks, listen to the cold rain, a call across the strait, go home, go home Mom, I don't want to go home every time...
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