Why do I feel so close in my hometown

The vortex of memory

When the wind blows, the leaves rustle, as if whispering of the passing years.

The brook gurgled and rippled, reflecting the playful smiling faces of childhood.

Old locust tree under the Old House, smoke curl, filled with the smell of home.

The wheat fields, the golden waves shining in the sun.

In the moonlight, Grandpa told the old story, bits and pieces of memory twinkling in my heart.

The vortex of memory

Childhood play, laughter on the streets and lanes, the sun through the leaves of the gap sprinkled on the face, then the happiness as sweet as honey.

Youth rebellion, rebellious flame burning in the heart, every resistance is like a challenge to the world.

Each fragment, like a whirlpool as deeply attracted me, they are an integral part of my life.

The vortex of memory

The early morning dew, contaminated with the fragrance of the soil, home every inch of land, are carrying my deep attachment to home and feelings.

Sunset, afterglow all over the path, the familiar shadow, as if the years in the most warm memories.

Years such as song, the distant footsteps, still reverberating in the ear, the hometown of the scenery, in my heart forever.

Breeze blowing, bring the fragrance of the field, those on the childhood laughter, still vividly.

The night sky, twinkling with countless stars, they are like the guardian of home, silently telling the story of the years.

The unique charm of hometown

Blue bricks and black tiles set off the vicissitudes of history, the streets and lanes echoed with a kind accent, spring flowers, autumn, winter, snow and summer rain, each season is deducing a different story.

Smoke curl up, with a touch of rice, it is the taste of home; old tree buds, years of circulation, deep-rooted is the memory of the land.

Dawn, sunset, a day of work and leisure intertwined, constitute a unique rhythm of life at home.

The unique charm of hometown

The early morning sun shone through the mist in the depths of the alley, awakening the pot of thick soup that had been boiling all night. Every passer-by can not help but stop, that bowl of steaming chicken soup, it is not only a meal, but also a kind of emotional sustenance.

The sun is just right, the streets and lanes of the sesame cake stalls noisy, the fragrant sesame cake, golden crisp skin wrapped with overflowing sesame incense, Every mouthful is intoxicating, that unique flavor, as if only in this land can be found.

Night fell, bright lights, home street food stalls and lively up, a dazzling variety of food, that a home-cooked dishes, That a handmade snack, each contains the taste of home, every bite is warm.

The unique charm of hometown

After the rain the streets wet exudes the fragrance of the soil, the unique taste seems to be the carrier of homesickness.

Night fell, the streets and lanes of the barbecue stalls floating to the attractive aroma, reminded countless Wanderers of homesickness.

Home Mother personally stew soup, the taste mellow, people memorable, as if through the embrace of time and space.

Home fields, wheat waves with the wind ups and downs, the golden sea hidden endless memories.

Under the stars at night, the hometown of childhood stories whispered in the ear, those good times, never forget.

Home River gurgling, flowing the story of the years, with a unique flavor, through the tunnel of time.

The ties of family affection

The first ray of sunshine in the morning sprinkled on the familiar window lattice, it is the gentle call of the mother, awakened the childhood memory of the warm embrace.

Under the shade of trees, the yellowed photos, carrying the smiles of grandparents and traces of time, they quietly tell the story of home.

As night fell, the aroma from the kitchen, it is grandma hand-cooked dishes, every bite is filled with the smell of home.

The ties of family affection

Parents care such as rain moisten the heart, brothers and sisters laughter echoed in the memory, and those distant relatives, their greetings as stars, Light up my way.

In every lonely moment, their shadows are in my heart, warm me, give me strength.

Their smiles, their tears, their silence, are an integral part of my life.

This emotion, without words, but deeply imprinted in the heart, become my forward momentum.

The ties of family affection

The wind blows through the fields of hometown, it is the laughter of childhood.

Raindrops beat on the tiles of the Old House, which is the warmth and serenity of home.

The brightest star in the night sky, it is the family watch and look forward to.

Years flow, no matter where you are, this emotion goes hand in hand.

Care between relatives, like old tree roots, deeply rooted in the heart.

The bond remains strong no matter what the storm.

Section 4 Inheritance of Culture

Hometown of winding streets, on both sides of the building simple and elegant, each brick seems to tell the story of thousands of years.

In ancient temples, incense wreaths, monks chant, and believers kneel to pray for peace and happiness.

Festival celebrations, flags fluttering, gongs and drums, traditional skills of the inheritors who show the exquisite skills, as if through time and space.

Section 4 Inheritance of Culture

Set foot on the native land, the ancient amorous feelings blow against our faces, the traces of those years deeply imprinted in the heart.

Ancient buildings, each brick and tile are carrying the weight of history, about the wisdom and courage of the ancestors.

Streets and lanes, those who inherit the traditional craft, with both hands weaving the story of time.

Festival celebrations, fireworks bloom, laughter, cultural heritage like a shadow.

Every look back, are the respect for history, adhere to the tradition.

The transmission of culture

It moistens my heart like rain, those ancient legends and rituals, take root in my heart.

I seem to feel the strong will of those ancestors, shining in the long river of time.

Each festival celebration, let me more deeply realize the charm of traditional culture.

I would like to pass on this heritage, so that more people feel this unique cultural charm.

Section 5 expectations for the future

Dream is like a sailing ship, carrying my endless forward strength.

In this vast sky, I am eager to use wisdom and courage to write brilliant chapter.

I will make unremitting efforts to touch those unreachable dreams and make them come true.

Section 5 expectations for the future

I am eager to see the hometown of the streets more prosperous, every corner is emitting a new vitality and vitality.

Dream of those childhood laughter and joy of the time, can continue to bloom in the years to come.

May the landscape of my hometown still be clear, and the trees and flowers that have accompanied our growth will always be green.

Section 5 expectations for the future

In the long river of time, I have a vision for the future, eager to the journey of life, and constantly pursue a new height.

I hope that in the coming days, I will be able to hometown warmth and wisdom, into the forward momentum, with a firm pace, across every challenge.

In the future picture, I look forward to each pen to draw their own color, whether in career or life, can shine a unique light.