Talk about going home for the New Year.

The smoke in my hometown is like a farewell handkerchief, like a continuous affection, like a long-term miss. I care about you, and I hope you will study hard and live well in a foreign country!

Sunset sends you on the road, wind sends you on a long journey, leaving rosy clouds and night sky. When will you come back, at the window under the moon?

Please don't shed tears before his eyes. He can't give you care and consideration, at least just a little pity.

A whistle landed in the wilderness; Infinite melancholy and loneliness grow together from the heart at the moment of parting.

It turns out that parting is so cruel. Come early and come late, and you will come sooner or later.