Gathered it is a ball of fire, scattered it is a sky full of stars.

Get together before the holiday and reunite the whole family.

Home, parents are here, there is still a way back.

For the old mother’s eager expectation, the old father’s temples are white with frost.

There is nowhere to send the homesickness of a wanderer, and the only way to find comfort is to go home.

Brothers and sisters, bringing their families with them, more than a dozen people, three generations, gathered together happily.

Talk about separation, health, respect for parents, and worry about children.

Taste the taste of hometown again and again, they have turned into their own nutrients and become what we are now.

In the old house, on the old desk are the homework books from when I was a student. The memory of myself from that era is irretrievable.

The ancient well in the yard still contains clear and sweet water, but it cannot be drank directly.

The statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva enshrined by the old mother has listened to all her wishes tirelessly for many years.

The time of joyful gathering is too fast, too short, and too little.

The days of separation are so long, so long, so long.

If separation is to get together, getting together is to warm each other and illuminate the heart like a torch.

We gather together for a period of time, but we are relieved when we part ways.

Returning to parents is gathering, and going far away is separation.

Because Ju is a fire, we feel the warmth.

The sky is full of stars, and we need to rush to another sea of ??stars.

If you can get out, you can come back.

There is no such thing as a banquet that lasts forever, only good gatherings and good separations.

(This article is over, thank you!)