Clay sculpture works are lyrical about things.

The taste of earth has different tastes in different seasons; In different weather, the soil has different tastes; In different places, the taste of soil is different, and the soil in my hometown is the taste of missing. 16 years old, I have lived in my hometown for less than four years, less than a quarter of my age, but I have great attachment to my hometown, perhaps because there is a sea in my hometown, and I love it. When I was a child, I stepped on the soft beach. At that time, I thought the soil in my hometown should be as salty as sea water. When I was older, I went home with my parents to see my grandparents. It happened to rain that day and I was breathing fresh air. At this time, I think the soil in my hometown should be as fresh as the air. When I am old, I often quarrel with my cousin because of a little thing, and I am very unhappy. At that time, I felt that the soil in my hometown should be as sour as my mood. When I was in the second grade, I hurried back to my hometown, and my joy was unbearable. At that time, I thought the soil in my hometown should be sweet. I don't have time to go back to my hometown when I start school in grade three. I miss my relatives and the sea. In fact, the real taste of hometown soil should be the taste of missing. At this time, I finally understand why wanderers and overseas Chinese always like to hold a handful of hometown soil, because the hometown soil will exude a taste of missing. This smell comforts the wanderers who are far away from home. After graduation, I will also go back to my hometown to hold a handful of hometown soil and take it back to cherish it. Different seasons, different weather, the taste of the soil is different, but the taste of the soil in my hometown is the same, the taste of missing, which is worth our taste. This is not enough for 600 words, hehe.