My hometown is in a small town in the southwest that is not even considered to be on the 18th line. To be more specific, my hometown is in an area with a weak presence below this nameless city, and on a mountain below. Before I was about 14 years old, my scope of activities was limited to our village, the village next door, and the village next door. The mountain in my home is not very high, but after I went to study outside the province, I found that the mountain in my home is not short either. All mountains are continuous, and most people live halfway up the mountain. There are very few people living on the top of the mountain, and only a few living at the foot of the mountain.
Intention: longing