Riding on the horse and looking at the long-lost grassland, I smiled. At this time, I kind of missed my mother. She is the one who yearns for this place the most. I want to say to her now: This place is really beautiful, with blue sky, dry and strong wind, endless green grass, and the songs of shepherds that appear and disappear. But mother, do you know? I still like the weather in my hometown, where there is warm air, a temperature that is not cold all year round, and a person who makes people feel at ease. But, mother, I can never go back to that kind of hometown, and I can never go back.
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