Home, for wanderers like floating duckweed, is like a deity calling them throughout their journey, "Come back, come back," like an inn specially designed for travelers to rest, where they can pause and rest, like a confidant, when they are tired of fighting alone outside, there are people at home who understand and accept you, sharing joy and sorrow with you.
No matter where you go, home is always there. The direction of your heart is the direction of home. There are familiar sights and sounds at home. In the city, we can no longer feel the comfort of rising cooking smoke, but we can still feel the solid sound of cooking in the kitchen at home. Listening to the sound, thinking about the dishes that will be brought to the table with smiling faces by family members, steaming hot and colorful. There is a young and lively voice shouting, "Let's eat together, let's eat together." Everyone comes over when they hear the voice, sitting around the table, lively and harmonious. Thinking of this, I can't help but feel moved. Home, like a dream, is a warm place.
Home is so beautiful, but unfortunately we cannot stay at home all the time and be a lazy bear. A man's ambition is to explore in all directions, and we are born to go out and explore. "Stitching up the seams before leaving, fearing that it will be too late to return." With the concerns of family members, we have to set foot on the journey. We have to endure the pain we experience on the way, the grievances we encounter, and wait until the time when we can cry and pour out our hearts to our family members.
Being in a foreign land, the longing for home becomes even stronger, especially when you are in a foreign country, the love for your home country attracts overseas Chinese scattered around the world, calling them to return to their homeland. "Return to the motherland!" The direction of China is their heart's desire! The country, like home, is a warm place.
They rush back, breaking free from the previous disguise of strength, revealing the sadness that they have never confided to outsiders before. "The motherland welcomes you home." The country, there are people who care about and miss you.
Who is ringing the clear wind chimes? Who is whispering in the ears of the wanderers?