When I was a child, I was lying on the hillside where the south wind was blowing gently in my hometown, and covered my face with a straw hat woven from wheat straw. I saw a thousand suns through the cracks in those straws.
Since I left my hometown, there is only winter in my hometown, and there is no spring, summer and autumn. ...
4. Are snowflakes falling in my hometown?
After so many years, the bowl in the shop is still the same, and the soup is still the same. I wonder if people in other hometown feel this way. No matter how far you go, there is always something waiting for you there, retaining its original flavor.
6. People in my hometown say that a long journey is as precious as a good dream. My mother-in-law said that people have many dreams in this life, and only one hundred are good. Have a good dream, remember it firmly, and remember it all your life.