A noodles, the taste of home;
A letter, greetings.
A cup of coffee, it is my family rich thoughts;
A glass of red wine, with my blood to the deep feeling.
A permanent place, it is heart permanent boarding, there is no the grumpy smile, no annoying noises, the paradise in the clearing of heart forever. There, punishment because of love, scolded because of pain, there is our permanent home.
When life lost to a knife to me, home is always the first the blade, and take the handle pointing to me, and let me escape from the abyss of death many times.
Childish I, with pure fantasy to the distant city, in this foreign land, my weight loss, my heart also tired, walk in a strange way, breathing the strange smell, home fragrance spreading in the bottom of my heart, want to mother's nagging, father's love, my sister smile, naughty brother, home of everything, including the old dog and two a drag ye walk dog (just one month old).
I look forward to, I look forward to, I just want to hurry back to miss home, draw the warmth of home.
The deep, in front of the familiar with Holly, enchanting flowers, deep in the memory of the flowers. When the month is that, under the stars at home and enjoy the quiet courtyard, dog tail flash flash of projection, the top of the tree is the height of the heart has to depend on, the window of the star is the most extensive childhood dream, now, my heart is just the old tree root and the arms of the entrenched at home...
A person, stay on no friends, no relatives, no feelings of the city, like a boat on the boundless sea, can only go with the flow. Listened to the microphone, familiar with relatives of the distorted xiangyin, imagine a loved one kind face, draw the outline of the blueprint of becoming a monk, inside of the people, how I wish at this moment can touch your lovely face!
The home, my heart is yearning, home, home, rely on my heart, my heart is the holy land...
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