I stood on the ruins of my hometown, thinking about another city on the ever-flowing Yangtze River where snow would never fall. At this moment, I suddenly felt that there was an overlap between my hometown and Chongqing, and this overlap blurred the boundaries between the two. It turns out that there is no absolute boundary between here and there. During a person's repeated journeys, they will gradually merge. The place where a person grows up and lives is, relatively speaking, his hometown. In fact, there is no such thing as hometown. Where there is love, it is hometown.