In the deepest part of my memory, there is always the fragrance of flowers filling the streets, and the setting sun quietly looking at its warm yellow light; there is always the shouting of vendors, and rusty tricycles stumbling on the tired concrete floor; there are always fluttering butterflies flapping their wings full of colorful pollen, dancing under the blue sky, and returning to the green waves of wheat...
This is my childhood, this is my hometown, this is the beauty that I savor over and over again and cannot forget for a long time. Time will pass away quietly, and memories will fade away unconsciously, but words will last forever. Therefore, I want to grab the tail of my memory and record those warmth, those touches, and those joys here.
First of all, this book is written by the author for himself. There is no story line or emotional line, just some short prose. It feels out of place with Jinjiang. If you want to read a vigorous love story, please be cautious.
Secondly, the author updates very slowly, rarely and irregularly.
Finally, I feel that the first two are just self-indulgent, because there is a high probability that no one will see it...
Purpose: Discover the beauty of life