Hina Aiyuan

I vaguely remember that it was a composition class in junior high school. The title of an article I wrote was called Hina Love Source. The Chinese teacher praised me and asked me to read it aloud in front of the whole class. I just remember that I was very happy and encouraged at that time. So much time has passed in the blink of an eye, and I still remember this name. Now I am thirty years old. It just so happens that I should go back to my roots!