Memories are always blurry and clear. Sometimes you can't tell whether the memory has been beautified or deteriorated subjectively by yourself. At this time, you have the urge to record. I don't know whether my memory is reliable or not. The hometown in my memory is not beautiful, and even a bit disgusting. Some people say that hometown should not only be the place where a person is born and grow up, but also a place that people miss and cherish deeply, because where a person's hometown is, her roots are there. I never seem to have a place like this. So I'm not sure if this place should be called my hometown.
Concept: Every life has traces of its existence