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A woman on the beach looks back and smiles as she lives in a banana forest. When it's time to return, it's already banana green.

The dragon dies, the mulberry fields change, and the return home is not expected. A person who has never returned from a long journey, an idiot who cannot speak, and a child who died under the jujube tree. Looking back, I still remember the laughter from my childhood... People in the motherland sing old songs: "In January, the cold weather is gone, and the shadows are full of water. In February, the spring scenery comes, and the warm east wind and the sun are drunk with the sound of the sheng. In the late spring of March, the apricot blossoms blow down the clear rain. In April, when the flowers are fragrant, the small trees in front of the door have sprouted. The spring scenery does not know the heart of the old man." "The sky in May is bright and clear, and the lotuses are first exposed. In June, the heat is scorching, and the banana leaves are green on the window screens. In July, the summer trees are thick, and the moon is flowing over the hibiscus stream in the pond. In the clear autumn of August, the jujube flowers in the courtyard are deep, and the cool breeze is weaving old clothes." "In September, the Su curtains cover the sky, and the white dew turns into frost. In October, the west wind is cool, and the rustling yellow leaves close the windows. In November, there is a lot of rain and snow, and the snow piles on the plum blossom branches. In December, there is frost, and the end of the world is cold, and the deep snow buries the depressed guests." "Seeing the scenery of the four seasons, wearing old clothes, young people with white hair, smiling at the sorrows of the past. Drunk and singing, it is difficult to wake up from drunken dreams. Spring is no longer, spring is gone, how long will it take to send spring and spring back? The elms and willows are sparse, the pavilions are idle, the moon is bright and the mountain snow is visible. The joys and sorrows gather together with a glass of wine, and there are no old friends in the windy and snowy night." I can never go back to my homeland...