Fushui has always been a beautiful city. The Luojiang River and the Hanshui River divide it into three parts. The gurgling waters, the bustling docks, the clusters of cherry blossoms, and the bustling crowds are all real and tacky and cute.
When I was young, I thought it was a cage and tried desperately to escape from it. I worked hard and succeeded. Excited, excited, happy, indescribable. I thought I was free. Later, I grew up, and now I just want to go back there, Fushui, my favorite place, the place that carries all my most beautiful memories, really, I want to come back to my hometown.
Water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it. The water that carries the boat will always be the water that once covered it.