My hometown and my memories are like the endless starlight under the bright Milky Way in the sky, flowing like water in my heart, gradually getting farther and farther. Nowadays, the city I live in is mostly a two-hour drive from my hometown, but I rarely go back. Maybe it’s lack of time, maybe it’s my timidity. My hometown is far away. I watched it sink into the swamp of time, getting further and further away from me. This was an unreachable depth, but I was helpless and could only stagger forward... My hometown is far away. Those old things that have been scattered still retain a qualitative sadness in my heart, just like the crushed light flowing out from the palm of my hand, endless and endless, with the sound of raindrops... My hometown is far away, and there are no power outages there. At night, my mother’s singing, the children’s playful pursuit, and my grandmother’s endless stories... I want to embrace yesterday. Yesterday, I didn’t grow up yet. I want to say that time is a sharp sword, and I saw it stabbing my hometown from afar. This place, steeped in the fragrance of my entire childhood, is no longer what it used to be. Maybe it’s because in my youth I was sad for the spring and autumn, lamenting the time, but my hometown is indeed gone forever, and I firmly believe that it is still far away. "Let's row the oars, and the boat will push away the waves. The beautiful white tower is reflected on the sea, surrounded by green trees and red walls..." When I was a child, my mother always hummed this tune to accompany me to sleep. This is my first memory of my hometown, and it is also the most beautiful dream that is etched in my heart. I still remember when I was a child, I always walked home in the dark twilight, always answered my mother's call, and reluctantly said goodbye to my friends. At that time, I only knew how to play crazily and run around the yard, as if I would never get tired. Everyone's eyes reflected warm sunshine, clear and bright. In the past, there were always power outages in the small yard, but I was very happy, gathering my playmates, jumping and roaring. There are many old people in the small courtyard in my hometown. Some of them watch us playing kindly, with a look of relief on their faces, while others are impatient and think we are restless. But we didn't care and just played on our own. Until very late, there was still no call. When I got home, my grandpa lit a few candles. I saw that the wicks were overflowing with transparent wax. Grandpa quickly lifted the candles, stuck to the wax, and turned his head. He smiled and told us that this would make the candles more secure. My brother and I brought a small bench and sat down next to my grandma, listening to her tell interesting stories. But grandma sometimes had to be coy and insisted that we answer her riddles correctly before she would tell us stories. So, my brother and I rushed to answer... The atmosphere in the room was cheerful and warm. Such happiness, like mist, has already dispersed in the air. I talk about the past, my childhood, my "distant" hometown, and my childhood playmates must have grown up. Do they still think of their hometown and me in childhood during their tedious studies? Many high-rise buildings have been built in my hometown, people there have come and gone, and the stories there will continue, but I am obviously getting further and further away from my hometown... I often ask myself, why is this? There are flying geese flying across the sky, cutting through the sunset. The twilight fades away, leaving only the light blue tough and cold night in the world. I look up and drink endless loneliness, my love reaches the depths, how should I let go. Farewell to my hometown, my heart is still wandering.