1. In August, Dongting Autumn, the Xiaoxiang River flows north. The dream of returning home thousands of miles away, the sorrow of being a guest at midnight.

2. Close your eyes and fall asleep. In dreams, in homes, there is no noise, no disputes, only peace, and a lingering shadow, the shadow of the sail, that is the sail, that is the call of true love, go home, it's that simple.

3. If you are happy, you will not feel tired even if you walk all day long. If you are worried, walking even one mile will feel like going to hell.

4. Relatives and friends in Luoyang are like asking each other, with a heart of ice in a jade pot.

5. A cup of dirty wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but there is no way for Yan Ran to return home.

6. When you ask about your return date, the autumn pond is filled with rain at night in Bashan.

7. If you were transformed into hundreds of billions of people, they would disperse to the top of the mountain and look at your hometown.

8. Wherever nostalgia accumulates, chaos gathers at the end of the world. The shore is long and the people are singing late, and the lake is wide and the sails are sailing in autumn.