In the Book of Songs, "I used to go, and the willows are reluctant." The road was muddy and hard to walk, and the thirsty and hungry. The road is slow, carrying hunger and thirst. My heart is sad, I d

In the Book of Songs, "I used to go, and the willows are reluctant." The road was muddy and hard to walk, and the thirsty and hungry. The road is slow, carrying hunger and thirst. My heart is sad, I don't know that I am sad. " of walking on the way home, I can't help recalling the past. I remember that when I left home, it was spring, the spring breeze was blowing and the willow branches were swaying, which seemed to be holding me back. Yesterday's scene seems to be still in sight, but now when I return to my hometown, it is this snowy winter. I was reluctant to leave my hometown, and I looked back step by step, but I was not as excited as I thought when I came home today. On the contrary, my footsteps are heavy and slow, and when I look around, I am desolate, sparsely populated along the way, with no smoke, cold and hungry along the way, no place to rest, and no kind face as I imagined. My heart is inevitably sad, and who knows my inner sadness? Are your family still here? I hope everything at home is okay.