Blow by the March breeze, I finally mustered up the courage to return to this small northern city. The sun is as warm as ever, the town is as lively as ever, and the white peace doves on the square are still looking for food at the feet of tourists without restraint. Today, many years later, when I step on the land of this city again, I can't help but wonder, who am I to this famous tourist city? Am I a wanderer returning to his hometown, or an aimless tourist?