Pack your bags and go home.

Time flies, it always slips away from our lives. But if you have money, you can't buy it for you to stop; But you have a master lock, and if you can't lock it, you can escape from the cracks.

In this nearly one-month winter vacation, it is coming to an end. And I want to start over and embark on a new journey! I believe you and I both know that people always get together. I hate being late and I got hurt! However, I had to get dressed again, pack my bags and set foot on the road to another country. ...

I want to start over. It was a month ago, I was packing, carrying big bags and small bags, and suddenly I started packing again. This time, I didn't have the eager joy and excitement of the last time, but wanted to be with my family and enjoy the gentleness that only home has. Isn't it a rare pleasure to watch the family interact with each other quietly and listen to the family tell their stories in the lawsuit?

Wandering is to get together better. For wanderers who are struggling and wandering outside, they have already understood that a person wandering in this strange city will inevitably stumble, and the warm taste of home will often rise in his heart. They are haunted by dreams day and night. Over the years, the pace of life has been urging, tears and sweat flow together ... but they still grit their teeth and clench their fists and move on.

The glitz of the city still can't change their concern and yearning for their hometown. Therefore, returning home has become a cold train ticket. The train carries their joy of going home. They are looking forward to seeing their wives, children, parents and family missing day and night. ...

Time is not old, and the old tree in front of the door has sprouted again. My parents' temples are as cold as ice, and we are no longer ignorant teenagers. No matter how old we are, we are all children in the eyes of our parents, but when we grow up, we can't stay with our parents all the time. Years have eroded their faces; Life devoured their waist bones; But what will never change is their deep love for us ...

Do you still remember, in my memory, I walked all the way from the mud, and now there are avenues and trees on both sides ... Do you still remember, in my memory, I played with my friends in a stream, fish swam happily, white clouds reflected in the water, and Wan Ru was a ghost. And we seem to be jumping figures on this white wine, which records our dribs and drabs ... the breeze blows the white clouds, just like the stream slowly washes away the "white gas" ... but it can't wash away the memories in our minds.

Years are like songs, and time flies, which have become memories. But the clouds, roads and streams in my hometown remain unchanged. Now I want to leave my familiar hometown and go to a strange city ... I have mixed feelings and am speechless. ...