The mountains and rivers in my hometown all have my childhood footprints. The mountain bloomed several times and the river rose several times. My childhood songs are still in my heart. The mountains in other places are beautiful, and the water in other places is green. It's hard to lock my heart in my hometown that loves me. The soil in my hometown, the people in my hometown, and my hometown have the aftertaste of my youth. After several storms and snows, the yearning for teenagers remains in my heart. The soil in my hometown is good, and people in my hometown are close. It's hard to lock up my homesickness. The love of hometown, the affection of hometown, the lovely folks of hometown, the grass green and the frost red, and the sweet local accent will always be remembered. It's hard to lock my dream with affection in different places and affection in different places.