I once sent my mother an umbrella in the pouring rain to wipe the dirt off her face. In the humble classroom, I used to sit and listen meticulously, repeating the Chinese characters I just learned with poor handwriting. I once hid in an empty corner and stared at a girl secretly giggling. I once shouted at the mountains, the rivers and the bright stars, saying that I wanted to be king, with boundless territory, to buy endless instant noodles and endless spicy strips? These are my brightest memories, which deeply imprint my wonderful childhood.
Of course, I had tears and fears, but I forgot. I only remember that I was brave, simple and happy, with dreams, persistence and fantasies, smiling at the world like a friend and greeting all beings like a family member.
Now, my hometown is my purest heartbeat. Every time I return to China, I miss the scenery here; Every time I return to my hometown, I will face the "naked" initial heart. Here, I put away all my pride, threw away all my burdens and forgot all my pursuits. I stood humbly, empty-handed, with nothing. I smiled nobly, pitching heaven and earth, and being independent.
The most beautiful place in the world is hometown. That ancient tree, as vicissitudes as this vertical and horizontal land, engraves the joys and sorrows of my life and the years when I grew up.