In my impression, the place where I was born is probably a small village, not very big, but maybe because the houses in the village are distributed like a compass, with the village's big threshing floor as the center, and the residential groups are scattered in four directions, or there are a few scattered households living alone. It was laid out but hard to describe as small, which makes me doubt whether my memory is reliable. It was a really beautiful place, with lush trees standing on both sides of the dirt road leading in and out of the village, surrounded by ditches, and the water inside was really clean.
Purpose: Facing life with ease