When I was a child, my home was a happy family of three, eating three meals a day;
When I was in school, my home was a class and a dormitory;
After work, my home is a small house with an area of several tens of square meters.
The snail's home is its small shell, let it go and be content with whatever happens;
The home of animals is their deep mountains and old forests, and the vast sea and sky;
Parasites also have homes, and their homes are the resources they continuously draw from their hosts.
Does everyone have a home? Maybe.
Some people's homes are so big that the whole world can't fit inside them;
Some people's homes are so small that a heart as big as a fist cannot fill them.
Throughout the ages, the protagonists have been beautiful. If one day, the protagonist turns into a selfish, impulsive, lazy, negative, fragile and glass-hearted person, will anyone still like him?
Intention: Realistic