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. ...