The most beautiful scenery is the way home.

There is a way, maybe you only go once a year, but you are familiar with it.
There is a road, perhaps not as busy as the city, but never lonely.
There is a way, it carries your thoughts and your family's expectations, it can be the ordinary way of all eyes, but for you it is special...

No matter where you are, there is a hometown in everyone's heart.
No matter how far we go, there is a dream in the heart of every wanderer.
The beauty of the world is countless, but the most beautiful scenery is the way home.

The way home, no matter how far and how hard, is also to go back on that day.
A person outside no matter what kind of pain, suffer what kind of tired, in the heart is not forgotten, is "go home".

The distant home, perhaps in the deep mountain, the road to the home is rugged;
Perhaps, in the corner of the city, looking at the prosperity of the city;
Perhaps, the family in a common no ordinary small village, village, is a watch you grow and see you leave an old tree.

The road may be windy, snowy and dusty, but in the heart of every man who has packed his bags and ready to leave, there is always the most beautiful scenery on the road.
Because the end of the road, is the place where you are tired and accept your sorrow, is the place that gives you warmth and soothes your soul.

People are strange animals. When they are young, they always yearn for the scenery in the distance, always thinking that they can leave home one day, and the farther away they are, it seems that only in this way can they be independent of themselves.

But one day I left home, left my parents, and then began to miss the warmth and warmth of home.
In other people's city, always feel oneself is a person who has no root, every time think of hometown, there everything becomes unique memory.

When you are on a speeding train, think of the moment when you meet your parents, think of the long and tall children, the scenery outside the window is even yellow, the eye is the most beautiful scenery.

Some say that the way home is always there, as long as there is love in the heart;
Others say that the way home is a familiar strange road...
The scenery outside was so beautiful that it could not match the way home.
Always remember the way home, no matter how far you go, you are not rootless duckweed.

Home is everyone's final destination.
Go home in your own way, bring love and hope, set foot on the most beautiful road, and go all the way to warm.