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In the collection of essays by writer Han Wenyou, in the warmth of "my" mountains, rivers, snow and water, nostalgia is like the heart of the sky and the bright moon pointing directly at people's hearts. The clock turns slowly, and memories appear through forgetfulness, past stories that confirm the existence of life. Hometown enters the text before meaning, and the Korean writer's writing is full of emotions to the point of overload. The details are trivial but abundant, and hometown is equal to poetry. Everything is beautiful, and I am in the center. The writer's love for the warmth of snow and water is like the moonlight in his palm, which is deplorable. He went further and further on his way back home. On the way to defend simplicity and authenticity, he ran towards prosperity and vanity. The only thing that this vast landscape can do is to comfort a stranger coming towards you, how to coexist with loneliness in the afternoon, even if it is surrounded by thin cold, your heart is like grass and trees, growing towards warmth.