Old people say that home is the support of the lake at dusk, and home is the white hair cut off from each other under the lamp. Home is an old windbreaker, and so is wind and rain. Home is not love at first sight, but a long way to grow old together. In front of the house is a tomb of Huang Ju.
For children, home is where I was born and raised. This is where you love me and teach me.
Adults say that home is the place where I can solve problems when I encounter difficulties. Home is a place where I can talk about my stress and difficulties. Home is my permanent shelter and my permanent harbor. There are warm and happy things at home, and I will think of them from time to time no matter where I am.