When you were young, there was a place so close to home that you would pass by it every day when you went to school. But when someone occasionally mentioned that place, you would be confused for a long time before you remembered it. Then one day, you came here with an uneasy heart to look for a figure. You are afraid that if there are too few people around, he will find you. When the surroundings are really crowded, you just hide in the corner and watch quietly, very satisfied. At least at this moment, no matter how greedily you look at him, no one knows and there is no resentment.
Later, when you grow up, you go out to study. There is a place on the road not far from your hometown. I pass by it no less than ten times a year, and I vaguely remember the more complicated strokes, but I still can't figure out the pronunciation. Soon, you get to know a person through some channels. He comes from that vague place, and those two words become clear in your heart. You were looking forward to the near future he described to you, but unfortunately something happened before the future arrived. You went to his hometown at a time when he would never be home. Standing on that mountain that I had already memorized by heart, I didn't feel even remotely familiar. Everything was strange at the moment.
After a fruitless search, you settled down. After finishing his studies, he stayed away for two years due to work reasons and returned to his hometown when he was of marriageable age. It seems that there is no reason to leave home for a long time again, so I live peacefully in this place.