What is the beginning of 2=' s poem?

Not long ago, I finally set foot on this long-lost homeland. The moment I set foot on the land, endless cordial thoughts welled up at my feet, beating my homesick soul. Standing on the other side of the road, I saw the clear spring on the other side. As clear and transparent as when I was a child, it has been extended to endless distances, vaguely reminding me of the scene when I left several years ago. The clear spring flows slowly in the shallow ditch beside the dirt road, as if it had solidified time. I cried and didn't want to leave this lovely hometown, but I was taken away mercilessly. ...

It's still this clear spring, and now I'm walking in. Clear and shallow, a ray of bright sunshine shines in spring, reflecting my endless thoughts. As a person born in a big mountain, how can a clear spring in my hometown not be haunted by people who walk out of the mountain? That's who I am. I don't know how many nights, I dreamed of being with a clear spring, listening to the sound of Lingling's spring until dawn, only to wake up sadly and find that it was just the mechanical sound of an alarm clock. I walked on the dirt road next to the ravine, which was soft and soaked by the spring water. When I stepped on it, I left a dent, but I smelled my hometown. I walked along the dirt road until I reached my grandmother's house. It is getting late. That night, I slept soundly. I dreamed that this clear spring in my hometown flowed through my heart and took away all my regrets. ...