Talking about running away from home.

Homesickness is a kind of mood. When you are sad, I really want to call my family and tell them your grievances. When you are happy, I really want to call my family and tell them your joy. When you are lonely, I really want to call my family and tell them about your loneliness. When you succeed, I really want to call my family and tell them about your efforts. When you are homesick, you really want to call your family and tell them how attached you are to them!

Homesickness is also a kind of growth. No matter how rebellious you were before and how much you wanted to escape, no matter what misunderstanding you had with your parents. As long as you go outside and your life fluctuates a little, you will abandon impulsive words such as "I won't call you again" and "I don't want to go back to this home at all" and tell them your situation in despair, which implies how crazy you are about them!

People who have no home will never have a sense of belonging, just like floating clouds forever. However, home is not only a square room, but also a beautiful and luxurious arrangement. The most important element of family is our feelings, and we manage with our heart. Because of this feeling of concern, we feel warm and relaxed. I care because of love, and I miss you because of love.

After the car drove out of the house, I tried not to cry, because at this time, my mother was speechless, and the tears on her face deeply hurt my heart. I tried to control my emotions and kept my eyes open from tears. If I cry, my mother will be in tears, too. It's hard to give up!

The night is so dark, there is only one star in the sky, and it is trying to give off a faint light; There is a lamp on the ground, radiating the warmest light in the world. The place where the lights are on is the direction of home and the warmest place in the world.

I'm really leaving home, and I'm very sad. I didn't travel because I was afraid to leave! What I can't let go is my yearning for my family and my concern for my parents. All this has become a truth: I am alone outside, please rest assured!

As long as you close your eyes, the mountains, rivers, villages, valleys and valleys in your hometown, every grass and tree, parting of life and death, joys and sorrows will emerge in front of you, and become clearer and timeless in the erosion of years.

Home, what a heavy topic, I don't want to think about it, nor do I want to think about it. I often choose to escape and hide, but after all, it is a heavy burden on my heart, and I can't give up or abandon it.

Unconsciously, people's hearts are full of painters from their hometown. They want to say some eternal wishes to all the people and things they miss, but they can't form a complete sentence to express their feelings.

Homesickness, like a cup of strong tea, is somewhat elegant in bitterness; Homesickness, like the timbre of saxophone, is profound and long, giving you homesickness; Homesickness, like a breeze in March, gently excites you.

In fact, when I left, my father just watched me leave without saying a word, because everything I had to say was poured into my deepest heart! Will accompany me all the way!

After the New Year, I will leave my hometown. Looking at my mother's white hair, my heart is full of guilt. For several years after graduation, I failed to let my mother live a happy life.

In this sad and bright March, I whipped my horse from my thin youth, through corydalis, through kapok, through the sadness and impermanence that appeared and disappeared.

I'm really leaving home, and I'm very sad. I didn't travel because I was afraid to leave! What I can't let go is my yearning for home and my concern for my parents.

In fact, when I left, my father just watched me leave without saying a word, because everything I had to say was poured into my deepest heart.

Leave your hometown, mom and dad, pick up your luggage and fly away. Take care of yourself in hot summer and winter, and go on your way to work.

Home is a haven for drifters, a habitat for love, a post station for the soul and a spiritual paradise.

Missing is a continuous line, a continuous line, a long night's whisper, and a quiet silence.

I tried not to cry after the car left the house.

Leave your hometown, mom and dad, pick up your luggage and fly away.