Home is always a warm place, and after busy work, I will want to go home, the place I have been missing.
The Mid-Autumn Festival reunion festival is coming, and the moon that has seen the prosperity and decay of time is also round, the time to go home is getting closer and closer, and the warmth is getting stronger and stronger.
Living in a foreign land, a person, busy or leisurely, many feelings gradually return to peace with older age.
The way home is always very long, long enough to take a bus, a bus, a plane, a train, a train... Some people also turn around to get home.
The way home is long, the long distance, is time.
The way home is short again, so short that one second I am doing something else, and the next second I miss it deeply. Every grass and tree in the home, every person and everything is clearly engraved.
The way home is short, short is the affection of longing, is the eternal hometown sound.
The way home, walked again and again, until hundreds of times, never tired, not strange, and expected to be forever.
"I'm going home." This is a very ordinary but always very warm and happy word.
The moon in the inky blue sky is round and is going home.