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The rain had just fallen; the sky was clear and blue. The grace and tranquility of the moon hanging in the sky gave Hongtai, a common man who had never had the pleasure of enjoying the scenery, a sense of lightness and joy when he quietly looked at the moon in the sky. The sweet smell of earth, crops, and grass filled every pore of his body. The cool breeze blew by, and the large and small watermelon leaves swayed and swayed like the sea. They were uniform and shadowy; that posture reminded him of women under the moonlight. It was already past 9 o'clock, and Bo Ping still hadn't come. It seemed that what he said about going on a blind date was true. What kind of woman is he going to meet? Hongtai lay down on the straw mat and took a long breath toward the sky.

I firmly believe that hometown is the kindest and warmest word in everyone's mind. I often have the urge to write about my hometown, but it has been many years since I came here, I am far away, and I know less about it. Many people and things only swim in my memory. The world outside is changing rapidly. What will your hometown look like now? A strong desire to return to my hometown urges me to go back to my hometown. Since my parents followed me to settle down, I have not been back to my hometown for fifteen or sixteen years. I am a person who loves to dream. Every time I dream, I will see the mountains and rivers of my hometown, the cave dwellings and dirt roads, and the neighbors and people. I have long wanted to go back and take a look. On the sixth day of the fourth lunar month in 2010, Liu Junmei, who met in the same village, finally returned to her hometown.