Homesickness always caresses my breath inadvertently. Homesickness is on the way to April. If you want to swallow the blue sky of spring flowers， please close your eyes and imagine those familiar streets and their relatives' homes.
What I describe in my pen is still my hometown in the cloak of sea breeze. If there is no such thing on the road， the original home has grown up under the blue sky and can live without the care of hands， just like in meditation outside the home， mother is still Talking about the thoughts of home and neighbors， and children.
