Author: Zhouzi (Urumqi, Xinjiang).
As the Spring Festival approaches, the wanderer is homesick, returning to his heart like an arrow, and the nostalgia stretches out.
On a cold winter day, I set out on my way home.
It's a long distance, and it seems to connect the clouds on the horizon.
The line is in a hurry, but with great anticipation.
Going home for the New Year is the warmest expectation in my heart.
The return journey is far away and the heart is open, and all the world's giving is galloping.
Outside the car window, snowflakes flew like silver petals.
The joy in my heart is more than the snowflakes in the sky.
The taste of hometown has long been dancing in my heart.
It was a deep affection, a deep attachment to home.
I also remembered my childhood life and raised my homeland.
On the way home, I was often disturbed by memories.
The laughter of childhood still seems to linger in my ears.
It was the kind smile of the grandparents and the care and care of the parents.
It is the warmth of home, the care of family affection, and the softest harbor in my heart.
The carriage home was full of the atmosphere of reunion.
The laughter of the family is like a symphony of years.
My parents' eyes were full of anticipation for me.
The warmth of home is what I most desire when I am adrift.
The train finally entered the station, and the car drove into the familiar town.
It was still the familiar field, the green seedlings.
The door of my home is the place I look forward to returning.
It was a warm home, the most beautiful scenery in my heart.
When I walked into the house, my eyes were full of smiling faces of my loved ones.
The greetings from my parents were full of concern for me.
The blessings of relatives and friends are like warm pictures.
The reunion of home is the most beautiful scenery in my heart.
The table was filled with delicious Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.
That's the smell of motherhood, the smell of home.
Every dish contains the affection of the family.
The taste of home is the most beautiful scenery in my heart.
The New Year's bell rings the prelude to joy.
The lively celebration seemed to make the whole world boil.
The joy of home is the most beautiful scenery in my heart.
Going home for the New Year is the warmest expectation in my heart.
Hometown friends and friends talk in the local voice, and the poetry in my heart is melodious.
The boat travels thousands of miles to return to his hometown, and he works hard to return to his old house.
Life flies, and the road is long.
Back to the original point, life will always walk in the circular trajectory of returning to the original head.
Returning to the starting point, the years are passing and the years are old, and going home and reuniting is happiness.
Editors: Li Xunxiu, You Baoqing, Wu Jun, Editorial Department of Qingyanwei Literature.
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