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If someone asks me,

What is the most comfortable place in the world?

I will say without thinking

That's my hometown.

My hometown is in a simple place.

I prefer to praise her with simplicity.

Simple blue sky, air

Simple land, ravines

Simple vegetation, cattle and sheep

Simple people and elders

My hometown is in my heart.

Any place can be forgotten.

My hometown is in my heart forever.

Even in the future, I will blend into that land.

Born and raised here.

Struggle for a lifetime and return.

In silence

Leaves fall to the roots-a person who lives elsewhere will eventually return to his ancestral home.

Don't take away a cloud.

Every time I set foot on my way home

Always calm.

Instantly, I still have a little inexplicable panic.

Be content to return to your mother's arms like a newborn.

Panic and worry, the villagers forgot my appearance.

I want to go back to my hometown now

I will be on the battlefield without scruple.

Running, drinking and singing.

Let the wilderness of my hometown dispel the smog in my heart.

I will put my hand into the soil of my hometown.

If someone asks me,

Where is the safest place in the world?

I will say deeply

She is my hometown.

I love you, hometown.

Text/advocacy

I missed something in my dream,

The expectations in your heart,

How many times have you shouted,

Everyone is accompanied by a star!

My call in the distance,

You stumble at the head of the village,

How many times have I missed you,

In exchange for hugging each other!

Hair turned white,

Time flies, Fanghua,

How many days and nights of suffering,

Time really makes people old!

Endless family ties,

Endless parents. Well,

Returning home in triumph,

Nostalgia is long!

2018.11.20 (at night)

Text/Anonymous

I had a happy dream.

The village in my hometown has changed its face.

The low and shabby house is gone.

Cornice bucket arch

Carving beams and painting buildings-ornate buildings

Presented scene

Compared with the Great Leap Forward era

The pictures depicted in the New Year pictures are still prosperous.

My dream is too short.

I didn't dream about wine

I never dreamed of meeting again.

hear about

Many elders

Have died one after another.

Children of the same age

Most of them have left their hometown.

The plains of northeast Asia

The black land is littered with villages.

My hometown

Soybeans all over the mountains

Still growing in memory

Text/Sichuan Wei Zi

The sound of the piano turned into notes all over the sky.

Diffuse in the air

Make widely known

In the rough sea

The swan is dancing slowly.

Tears on violets

It's endless acacia

Baiyun tells the story of wandering.

Give it to the wind.

The shepherd boy's flute is melodious.

Girls on the grassland

Special hada

White and shiny

A ship on the Seine.

Wandering in the music

Bridge in hometown

Crazy in my dream

Broken wings

The direction of flying home

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