Hometown is the old wine brewed by Youzi with millet. The longer it lasts, the more mellow it tastes.

When I think of my hometown, I miss it quietly.

Hometown is full of delicious food, which tempts travelers from afar to taste it.

When I think of my hometown, I miss it silently.

Hometown is a fragment of a wanderer's childhood memory. The more you manage it, the more you can't control it, and the more you can't piece together a complete picture.

When I think of my hometown, I miss it in my heart.

The longer I miss my hometown, the deeper my experience of my hometown and the greater my touch on my soul.

Hometown, how do wanderers miss their hometown?

Miss hometown, in fact, is miss childhood partners, miss the old house, miss the land. However, what the wanderer misses most is his elderly parents.

Hometown, miss my hometown, miss my hometown for no reason.

Whenever I face the bright moon, I miss my hometown like a flood.

Hometown, homesickness, no need for any excuses.

Wanderers miss their hometown all the time.