
Childhood in Hometown
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The village in my hometown is very small, surrounded by steep and towering purple mountains, with a few wisps of light clouds brushing against the tops of the mountains. The houses in the mountain ring are surrounded by layers of trees, and the courtyards are covered with mottled golden shades of flowers. There is a trapezoidal road paved with stone slabs, which winds around the mountain in the shadow of trees. When you get to the mountain pass, you can't see any trace. There is only a blue sky, mirror-like embedded in the two walls of the mountain pass. My hometown is old and closed inside, but outside the mountains there is great temptation. There is a school outside the mountain pass. The walls of such a large courtyard are painted extremely white; there is also a line of extremely glorious red letters, and a procession looks like a majestic and high-spirited line on the wall. There was a very old persimmon tree in the courtyard, with holes as big as the mouth of a pot already carved out of its dark trunk. The skinny student stepped in and was instantly hidden.
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