Vacation in the mountains reminds me of my brothers in Shandong.

Wangweitang

I am a lonely stranger in a strange land, and I miss my family more often during the holidays.

When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.

Thoughts?in?the?Still?of?the?Night

Libaitang

The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?

"I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic."

the song of the homeless

Meng Jiao soup

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.

Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

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