How many people are shouting together and waiting eagerly for the time to return home; how many people are gathered together to feel the wandering thoughts of floating clouds and the homesickness of old friends returning home at sunset; are you still looking at the world with you in the distance? And I'm on the verge of the colors you haven't embellished. When I return home, I feel lovesickness. I miss the mountains and rivers and have forgotten my words. The sun shines on the bright moon in the stream, and the lonely crow makes an uproar when it sees you, thinking of you. When you forget that the mountains and rivers are dyed with greenery, will you think of the travelers returning home? They are asking, they are sighing, they are laughing, they are thinking, will you miss your homeland, and at the moment of rebuilding hope, when you open your eyes, that is the call of your mother, and your name resounds throughout the sky. A better life does not require sensory treatment, but spiritual understanding can better reflect human nature. Wanderers returning home, have you all gathered together to relax and laugh together? I hope you will always be happy and happy, and I hope you can see the vivid youth shining with the light of hope. The road to pursuing dreams is long, but the soul cannot be let down, only staying together is more precious, only light leads to the future, only sincerity floats into the distance...
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