思念自己的人之所在,就是自己的归宿。而我的归宿,又是?晨曦初露,茉莉花开,氤氲的雾气弥漫在缓缓升起的太阳两侧,寒意依然。模糊之间,一双熟悉至极的手替我盖好了原本滑落的被子,不经意之间抚过我的脸庞,带着一丝温存和疼爱,紧接着伴着清脆的脚步声匆匆离去。努力着张开睡意朦胧的眼睛,映入眼帘的,是一个若有若无的背影。家人,我的归宿! The place where people who miss themselves is their destination. And my fate, but also? Morning dawn, jasmine open, grim mist filled the slowly rising sun on both sides, the chill still. Between the fuzzy, a pair of extremely familiar hand covered the original quilt that I slipped, touched my face inadvertently, with a touch of warmth and love, followed by a crisp footsteps followed by a hurry to leave. Efforts to open the sleepy eyes dim, greeted, is a Ruowuowan back. Family, my home!