The way home is the most beautiful poem.

Jintan, the hometown of Wei Yuan,

An outstanding landscape gave birth to an outstanding great man in modern history.

The place where I worked when I was young, now I pass by occasionally when I go home, which is really familiar and kind. I really want to slow down, and then I will go to every stream, every small bridge, every inch of ridge and every beach.

I really want to go to the top of the mountain behind the school where I used to work again to pick mushrooms. I really want to sit quietly on the lawn outside the school gate for a while, watching the clouds floating slowly in the sky freely and leisurely, and listening to the evening breeze passing quietly by the river. ...

However, years have passed, although the scenery here is unique. After all, I couldn't slow down, so I had to fly away by car. Through the window, I photographed a small piece of scenery that passed by in front of me, talking about watching the leopard and comforting the regretless youth?

However, in life, there is always some sadness that will wither in a different style. The autumn water is deep, and the clouds are thinking. In the whirling wind, I heard the familiar nonsense again. Years are shallow, but years are deep. Where the clouds are light and the wind is light, will there be trees blooming?

However, over time, those fates that come and go in a hurry will eventually have a quiet beauty in the falling autumn leaves? Or are you drifting away in an increasingly lonely time and space?