My name is Yang Yifan, born in the 1980s in a beautiful mountain village with mountains and water.
The morning mist is light, and the mountain village is like an elegant ink painting. The rolling hills in the distance complement the well-proportioned farmhouses, and the chickens and dogs hear each other. It is a peaceful and pastoral scene.
Winding roads pass through the village, and wildflowers bloom wildly along the roads, colorfully dotting this rustic land. Occasionally, there are a few butterflies flying, adding a bit of lively beauty to the quiet mountain village.
As night falls, the mountain village is gently shrouded in starlight, and the lights are dotted. The warm yellow light shines from the windows of the farmhouse, intertwined with the chirping of insects in the distance, and outlines a warm and quiet countryside. Here I have experienced boyhood, youth, middle age... I have witnessed the new era of rapid development of the motherland from poverty and backwardness to prosperity.
