The Narcissus in my hometown is fairy water, and the earth in my hometown is gold.
Where you can’t go is called a distant place, and the world you can’t go back is called home.
Home road, familiar, but cordial, strong local flavor!
There are trees everywhere in Qingshan Mountain, how to lean toward the homeland?
I’m going back to the solar system. Even if I die, I’m going to die in my hometown.
Because of you, I miss a city and my hometown.
Essentially, we are all people who have lost their homes and can’t reach far away.
The most beautiful voices people hear come from their mothers, from their hometowns and from heaven.
Faint nostalgia, the worry is that the country has not changed. The slight sadness, the injury is the retrogression of the home town.
People who have never left their hometown do not know what it is called.
The moment of life and death, boldness and splendor. Jiangshan is so big, where is the hometown.
Only when you are far away can you know how to miss your hometown.
How beautiful the scenery of home is without your backdrop!
And I stubbornly believe that a person can’t say too much about his hometown, no matter how beautiful it is, because it is his hometown.
I yearn for a distant place, there is no girl infatuated with home!
The direction of my hometown is the most beautiful gaze in my memory!
Outside my hometown, I call it the distant place.
I want to go back and see if the peach blossoms in my hometown are blooming.
Those who can’t get there are called distant places, and those who can’t get back are called hometown.
Shiping’s officers and men had no merit, and the expeditioners in the countryside had dreams.
Maybe I came back to bury a tear in my hometown so that I could have nostalgia in my life.
Home in that beautiful distance, tears are blocked, hope on the body.
I want to go back to my hometown, and then to her side.
To go far, and the mountains are all home.
You are 500 million light-years away from your hometown, and who do you believe in?
Beauty is not beautiful, home water; relatives, home people.
Far away from home, why struggle, only rely on yourself to find the answer.
As long as you leave your hometown, you will always be wandering.
I want to go to your beautiful hometown and see the scenery as well.
I want to go back to my hometown, but you are not around.
The brave are home everywhere.
The places I can’t get to are called distant places, and the world I can’t get back is called home places. What I’ve been longing for is farther away places.