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I remember a father who came to Beijing from other places and lived in the densely populated community of Tiantongyuan. He stood in front of the window of a high-rise building and watched his son go out to take the subway to work. I remember a woman who was cooking in the kitchen and worrying about tea, rice, oil and salt. Her husband came back from get off work and hugged her tightly. I still remember the hometown that many people described, which has become withered and no longer what it was like in childhood; I also remember the foreign land that many people describe, and the past events that many people recall. It takes more than a thousand words to describe a person's life. Others will write about the flowers he\u002F she raised, the pets he\u002F she raised, the music he\u002F she loved, and the person he\u002F she fell in love with. These things, like those small paintings by Chen Xi, give us warmth and comfort.