Homesickness.
The wanderer is infatuated. I don't even know what the point is.
I always want to see my parents' graves.
Even if you dig a few handfuls of grass for your parents' graves.
It is also a continuation of my filial piety.
Homesick days.
It's like having a demonic disease.
I don't think about tea, I don't think about rice.
I can't sleep.
The mileage from home is not far away.
The road to homesickness is so long.
Homesick dreams. From spring to summer.
From summer to autumn.
Snow in winter.
Sometimes it blocks my way.
See the flowers in the garden in the spring.
I'll think about it too.
The moon flower planted by the mother.
In the summer. Dale.
Lush. But I can't help it.
I thought of my father going to cut barley.
It will also bring us some mountain wildflowers.
Parents love their children dearly.
Poor and tired father.
Maybe we are his spiritual pillars.
No matter how tired you are.
In the summer, we will pick some wild fruits.
Dig up some herbs in the fall.
Pick some mountain dates. Although it can't be sold for a few bucks.
He'll save that money.
Used to buy us pen and paper.
It is used to pay our tuition.
Summer goes and autumn comes. It was my father's happiest day.
Because we don't go hungry anymore.
Real life.
Like a rope.
* With us. Under the pressures of life.
Don't dare to talk about freedom in luxury.
I feel like I'm on my way home.
I found it very difficult.
I went back to my hometown in a few dreams.
But they couldn't find the old house from the past.
The puppy was forced away by the wicked.
Poor puppy.
He has been filial to our mother.
When my mother wanted to get off the kang and get off the ground.
The puppy will put both of the mother's shoes.
They all went down to the edge of the kang.
Poor puppy.
Let the wicked be destroyed alive.
He's so sensible.
He never hurt a person.
Including the children of Murakami.
When we got home.
He was overjoyed.
We're leaving.
He's going to chase us for a few days.
He was also a little friend of his mother.
After he was destroyed by the wicked.
Mother was sullen for a long time.
I wish it was in a dream.
Spend a while with your parents.
Speak from your heart.
Hold the puppy we once loved.
The parents are gone.
No one listens to you anymore.
These days.
Convenient transportation. Convenient for vehicles.
But I want to go back to my hometown.
But it became difficult.
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