This is the city.
This used to be a desert.
Now this is a park.
Who would have thought that my hometown had changed so much?
Only young people leave home and old people come back.
Grow old slowly
I feel that my hometown changes slowly.
In fact, if you grow up,
You'd be surprised.
Maybe in the future
Three acres of land became four acres.
The house is better.
Who knows the future construction and development?
I don't want it to become a wilderness again
Birds fly
Deer eat grass.
My hometown has been beautified.
Smell the flowers
homesickness
What remains unchanged for 60 years is a faint homesickness, and what I have been obsessed with for many years is the desire to go home.
Come back, with the wanderer's desire to go home.
When I went back, I took away the yearning loess and homesickness that belonged to my mother.
Miss, from the miss rooted in this land, from the inner desire.
Love, beyond the nation, across the river, love, that piece of loess, a homesickness.
Some people say that this is an unchanging idea. Unexplained sadness
Some people say that it is a constant feeling, and the expectation has returned to my heart.
Homesickness is rain, homesickness is sorrow, missing comes from hometown, missing comes from homesickness.
Only when you love deeply can you understand that missing is a knife, but even a sharp knife can cut your homesickness.
People who leave home deeply miss their homeland and their feelings, and all their thoughts come from their hearts.
Wanderers always have yearning for their homeland and faint homesickness.