The mood of leaving home, making friends.

1. I always carry that land on my back. Everywhere I go, I feel homesick. I often go back to it in my dreams and plant some wings of hope. Reality makes me just want to harvest the golden autumn under the city sky.

2. All longing is homesickness. One day, we will rush to what we yearn for every day and throw ourselves into the arms of our hometown.

Every autumn, there is sweet-scented osmanthus everywhere, and all kinds of nostalgia, sadness and moaning come from all directions. Autumn is a sentimental season.

Festival, this meaningless homesickness.

I know that the human heart is not like a tree, so why not like a flower?

I always wanted to leave home when I was a child. Now I understand that I want to go back to that home most when I am running around in the wind and rain. In order to stay away from my hometown, I always have a hometown I can't go back to!

When I think of my hometown, I miss my hometown in my heart. The longer you miss your hometown, the deeper you will feel about it.

In an instant, the touch of the heart is also great.

7. Hometown is a fragment of the wanderer's childhood memory. The more you manage, the more you don't understand, and the more you can't cut out a complete picture.

8. If I can, I want to travel, quit my job, bid farewell to my hometown, take a dog and a backpack, and wander all my life, not looking for it, not afraid of losing it.

9. Goodbye never say goodbye, and I will never see you again. I left gently, just as I came gently, waving my sleeves, without taking away a cloud.

10, the sun sets and dusk falls, and the smoke is soft and boneless, but there are ten thousand kinds of customs. That's my father's plow, and that's my father's bronze color.

The sweat on my back is the kindness of my mother and the warmth of my childhood.