The nearest road is the way home
- The nearest road is the way back to home. Just go out, lift your legs, and you're home!
I know the wind and cold along the way, but when I think of the red fire in my mother's house, it is warm in an instant. Running and running, the stomach will be hungry, but the thought of Dad's steaming rice soup and fragrant koshi rice, suddenly full.
The scenery on the side of the road is a thousand mountains, only in the courtyard of the old home, the bare ginkgo biloba is beautiful, the creeping strawberry is beautiful, the stake-like thorn bud is beautiful, the dry autumn chrysanthemum is beautiful...
The skinny begonias are beautiful, the sweet potato cellar in the black hole hole in the low grass hut is sweet, the little loess dog shrinking the old body is beautiful...
