The beginning of Lu Xun's "Hometown"

I braved the severe cold and returned to my hometown, which is more than 2,000 miles away and has been away for more than 20 years.

Since it was late winter; as we approached my hometown, the weather became gloomy again. The cold wind blew into the cabin with a whining sound. Looking out from the gap in the awning, I saw a few horizontal lines far and near under the pale yellow sky. A desolate deserted village with no vitality. My heart couldn't help but feel sad.

Ah! Isn’t this the hometown I remember from time to time in the past twenty years?

This is nothing like the hometown I remember. My hometown is much better. But if I were to remember his beauty and describe his good qualities, I would have no images or words. It seems like that's it.