The mood of going home is a short sentence.

First, the weather is really comfortable. After class, I ride an electric car home and listen to music. I am in a particularly good mood and want to sing it out loud. Hee hee, it was still a little cold, and then I drank a black chicken soup downstairs. I also bought three cups for no reason, haha, I always buy a lot of cups for no reason and feel scolded.

Second, although the time is short, the mood of going home is unspeakable happiness. Nothing is more comfortable than lying at home with family. At this time, don't talk about work, don't talk about study, close WeChat and spend more time with your family. .

Third, do you feel super lost when you go home? Envy those Martians who have friends and talk about concerts all the way. It's really hard to go back alone. Huahua, I have to go. See you next year! ?

Fourth, when I came out to play for the first time, I felt I had to go home early to clean up my room. ?

I haven't been in a hard seat on the train for a long time, but Zhengzhou Railway Station is kind. When I was in college, I found it troublesome to go home by train, and I was far from willing to go back. Now I think it's better to go home and stay in Zhengzhou for a day. When I grow up, my attachment to my family is stronger. .

If you meet me, please take me home.

Seven, three thousand prosperous dreams, lost to his elegant posture, fingertips time passed like sand, turned into his eyes, he covered his hands, but there was no way to go home, the ten-year contract was always empty in the mirror, he never lost his innocence, and he could not change his mind and take me home.

Eight, can't come back, Wu Xie can't go back, the blind can't live long, and valerian can't live well. Zhang Qiling can keep the door for Wu Xie, but he can't keep his innocence. Wu Xie can't live for Zhang Qiling, or even die for him. The black blind man laughed at the absurdity of the world, but born to die. Jay Chen Yu is indifferent to the world, but he is still bound by nine chains. Ten years later, it is a replacement, not a takeover. It doesn't exist. Take me home.

I heard that the first sentence after waking up was "I want to go home". Even I don't know which home I want. I just mumbled and kept crying.

X I want a future where people love me and have time to go home and visit my family. Drive to the seaside at night to see the stars in the sky and count your wishes. I can't run away from something. I will sit in the hanging garden all day, drinking coffee and listening to music, and then lie on the green grass. Sometimes when I am hungry at night, I go to eat supper and enjoy the moment of filling my stomach. Then I go home to sleep and look at the night scene outside the window. The sea breeze will accompany me to sleep.

Eleven, home, the place where life begins, people are on their way home all their lives. Under the same roof, they make a fire, cook, unite and comfort their families with food. Ordinary pots and pans are full of people's lives in China, which embodies the ethics of people in China. People grow up, fall in love, leave and reunite. Delicious home cooking is also a taste of life.

No one can stop us from going home unless we don't want to.

Thirteen, it is home after a long journey. Although I didn't talk about anxious to return, I was happy to go home.

Fourteen, the feeling of wanting to go home but not going back may be the most helpless. ?

The mood of going home in November this year is not very urgent. I forgot to grab the ticket home, and so did those who returned to Shanghai. But I don't know what to do if I don't go home! ?

Sixteen, the mood of going home every year is different, probably because of old age. More and more emotional, especially want to stay at home? .

Seventeen, I can't say intoxicating sweet words, I just want to take you home.

Eighteen years old, after all, after crying and shouting for my mother, I went home after being wronged.

Nineteen, the emptiness that has always existed in our hearts is indeed a sense of exile, a clear emotion, an arrow of anxious memories, an absurd delusion, either hoping that the years will go back, or thinking that time will fly. Sometimes we indulge in fantasy, imagining ourselves happily waiting for the doorbell or the familiar footsteps on the stairs, or we deliberately forget the impassability of the train, and rush home to wait for our relatives at the moment when the passengers coming by the late express train should arrive home.