Under what circumstances does a sense of belonging make returning home a person's last and only wish, so much so that it becomes a crazy obsession?
It was him who took the initiative to escape in the first place, but it was he who tried his best to come back.
This article seems to have been written in 17, 18 or 19, I really can't remember clearly. Modification completed.
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Many years ago, when I was young, I had no concept of home and was too lazy to go home after having fun. I used to be extremely happy, but I was looking for trouble. I didn't know the blessings in the midst of blessings, and I was endlessly entangled in my fantasy world.
Everything that seemed important at that time is not worth mentioning today; and the happiness that was everywhere in the past is hard to find today. Experience will change people, but I would rather never experience my experience...
Concept: The sense of belonging is human nature. Which wanderer doesn't want to go home?