Brush away the dust and return home to the most beautiful scenery

There is a kind of mood, which is called returning home like an arrow; there is a kind of longing, which is called looking through the autumn water; there is a kind of longing, which is the call of relatives across mountains and rivers; there is a kind of deep feeling, which is the attachment to hometown. After traveling through thousands of mountains and rivers, the scenery when you return home is the most beautiful; after you have tasted all kinds of food in the world, the feeling when you return home is the warmest.

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Time is like water, and the sun and the moon are like shuttles. In the blink of an eye, the new year comes with the flavor of time. During the festive season, we miss our loved ones even more. The Spring Festival symbolizes reunion and the cohesion of family affection. How much beauty and warmth of home remain in our memories. At this time, going home is what every wanderer wants to do. No matter how far the journey is, the desire to go home is the most urgent; no matter how cold the season is, the feeling of going home is the warmest. Because there are the expectations of relatives at home, the long-lost family affection, and the constant attachment to the local accent.

Hometown is the distant flute in Xi Murong’s poems, which always sounds on moonlit nights; hometown is the narrow boat ticket written by Yu Guangzhong, which always calls the wanderer to return home. I am used to seeing the city's feasting and feasting, but the air in my hometown is the freshest; walking on the streets with tall buildings, I still feel that the land in my hometown is the vastest; walking through the dim lights of the city, I always think of the shining stars in my hometown at night; taste After experiencing the ups and downs of a foreign country, I will always miss the simple nostalgia of my hometown. If I were a kite, my home would hold my string; if I were an eagle, my home would be my haven to rest. Birds return to the forest when they are tired, and return to their roots when the leaves fall. Home is always the hometown in a wanderer's dream.

The passage of time extends in my thoughts, and there are so many beautiful feelings about home accumulated in my heart. I still remember when I was a child, every Spring Festival, my mother’s flowing apron stirred up the aroma of dumplings, my father hung up the red lanterns high, and the red couplets were festive, and the yard was filled with the laughter of my friends and I. At that time, there were no wrinkles on my father's forehead, and there were no gray hairs on my mother's head. All I had was my carefree smiling face.

Time goes by, and the flying years arrive one after another. I don’t know when, the dancing snowflakes dyed my mother’s hair white; the wind and frost of the years turned the wrinkles on my father’s forehead. Engraved. How much affection blooms in the depths of the years; how much warmth sways on the branches of memory. When I was a child, my parents' arms were my paradise; when I grew up, their old backs were my melancholy. I want to cut off the years and freeze my mother's young smile forever; I want to seize the time and engrave my father's tall back forever. With a touch of nostalgia, I wrote a poem of gratitude deep in my heart. Time, please go slower and let me spend more time with my parents who have worked hard for me.

How deep the love is, how long the care is; how true the longing is, how urgent the heart is. A narrow ticket carries so much expectation; every request conveys countless traces of nostalgia. The sound of the whistle is the joy of returning home; the rumble of the car is the heartbeat of returning home. No matter how long the cold winter nights are, they can't stop me from returning home; no matter how cheerful the New Year's songs are, they can't express my joy of returning home. Even if we are at the end of the world, our hearts are close to each other. Even if the journey is far away, we must let our hearts cling to the side of our loved ones.

No matter how hard this year is, no matter how busy this season is, going home is more important than anything else. Whether you return with a full harvest or nothing, our peace is the greatest comfort to your loved ones. Even if there are too many difficulties along the way, it doesn’t matter if we are tired, exhausted or failed. The family will open their hearts and tolerate everyone. As long as they can be reunited, it is more precious than anything else. Life is inherently helpless and impermanent. Whose Life will encounter ups and downs, experience troubles and sorrows, face failure, choose to be strong; face pain, choose to forget; know how to delete, and you can relax; don't let your heart be burdened, go home to your loved ones The best gift ever.

Go home! Home is the shore where wanderers stop. Do you know that when we struggle outside, we carry the concerns of our parents. Our troubles are the sadness in our mother's eyes; our happiness is the smile on our mother's face. No matter how far we go, we will always carry our mother’s concern with us; no matter what we do, we will always be proud in our mother’s eyes.

There is a kind of care that can travel through thousands of mountains and rivers; there is a touch that can be engraved in the cycle of the sun and the moon, that is the concern of parents for their children, that warmth, even in the cold winter, can melt the ice and snow; that love, even in the desert , can also moisturize fresh flowers.

Go home! Chat with your father about daily life, talk to your mother about your inner thoughts, look at the smiling faces of your children, listen to your lover’s nagging, let the snowflakes wash away the fatigue left in your heart; let the firecrackers usher in the hope of the new year; let the Spring Festival couplets Bring joy to the new year. The high red lanterns are the call of happiness; the kind eyes of the mother are the attachment of home; the cheerful smiles of the children are the joy of home; the nagging of the lover is the taste of home. All the grievances, all the hard work, all the confusion, all the fatigue will disappear at this moment, only happiness will shine in your eyes, and happiness will linger in your heart.

The pace of returning home is hurried, the footsteps are advancing, the journey is shortening, the fatigue of wandering is far away, and the long-lost voice and appearance are close. I seemed to see my mother standing at the door of the house looking out, and I seemed to smell the smell of my mother’s pickled sausages and the fragrance of my father’s rice wine. I could vaguely hear the crackling of firecrackers and the laughter of children. The everlasting blood and family ties held the hearts of the wanderers home. Home is not about size, but warmth; family affection is not about distance, but depth. How warm it is to be missed by someone; how happy it is to be cared about, let the joy of seeing your loved ones and the hot family affection spread in your heart.

The bright red word "福" reflects the redness of the lover's eyes. That simple appearance is the most beautiful face in the world; those heart-warming words are the eternal tenderness in my heart. There is no vow of love, only the understanding of heart to heart; there is no romantic rose, only the promise of never leaving. How can you understand the meaning of true love without experiencing ups and downs? How can we cherish the preciousness of each other without separation? In the clear and shallow days, I write the motto of love with no regrets, accumulate the bits and pieces of happiness with the plain rhythm, let the down-to-earth warmth taste the sweetness of life, as long as the heart is beautiful, no matter how plain the days are, there is poetry. The embrace of souls exudes the fragrance of love and is the most beautiful song in the world.

The fluttering snowflakes fall between winter's eyebrows, revealing joy and hope. The fiery red peppers herald a fiery life; the blooming wintersweet exudes a faint fragrance, and the fireworks outside the window The brilliance, together with the singing of flowers and magpies, symphonizes the happiest piece of music in the years. When there is love in life, it is spring, when there is concern, there is warmth, and when there is peace, there is happiness. Pick up a snowflake and let your mood relax in the swirling clouds. Happiness sprouts in the snowflakes. Happiness is like the flowers on the branches in front of the door. At this moment, the warmth given to me by my home is like sunshine; the joy in my heart is like the fragrance of flowers; the true feelings, The letters filled with winter and the joy of embracing each other are the warmest feelings of this season.

Time does not end, the years continue. Maybe we are destined to travel far for life, maybe we have to leave our hometown for our dreams. This journey is destined to be only a short stay, but it doesn’t matter. As long as the heart is gentle, the burden of life is just an understatement; as long as the hearts are connected , no matter how far away the road is, it seems so close. I have always believed that time will never let anyone down. Carry a sense of freedom and ease, and give yourself a sense of persistence for the future. The best road is under your feet, and the most beautiful scenery is in front. With a light heart, welcome the brightness of the next season. Home is where I embark on a new journey. The motivation and source of my journey is my most willing burden, and my shoulders are the eternal support of my family.

There is a kind of mood, which is called returning home like an arrow; there is a kind of yearning, which is called looking through the autumn water; there is a kind of longing, which is the call of relatives across mountains and rivers; there is a deep feeling, which is the attachment to hometown; traveling across thousands of mountains Wanshui, the scenery back home is the most beautiful, you can taste all kinds of food in the world, and the feeling when you go home is the warmest. Light a heart lamp to illuminate the way home, spread warm thoughts in the cold spring, and embed hope at the door of spring. May happiness be fixed at this moment, and let happiness spread freely in the heart. Lay out a piece of plain paper, write a fiery poem, engrave the beauty of life, and send the brightness of the years to spring!