The same is true for the memories of hometown that cannot be changed. More memories of hometown include childhood, picking lotus leaves with childhood friends, playing in the water in summer, climbing to an unknown pear tree to pick a few plump and juicy wild pears, or harvesting mature summer rice with adults, and harvesting with children. We ran and played wildly in the wheat fields. When night fell, we moved out with our friends on their small benches and carried their small bowls outside the door. The adults shook their cattail fans while discussing the story of the day. They blew the evening breeze and looked up at the stars. Occasionally, they would find a few fireflies. After taking a bath, their parents would take out popsicles to relieve the heat...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
