A Bowl of Tea, a City, and a Mother I Can't Let Go of for the Rest of My Life

After drifting away for more than ten years, she always thought that she could find her home in a distant place, until she returned to her hometown in northern Sichuan with her husband and children. In the small courtyard with green tiles, the fragrance of cured meats, the curls of smoke, the grandfather's bamboo chair, the grandmother's candy cakes, and the song that had been repeated for countless late nights in a foreign land suddenly became the tenderness hidden in her heart. It turns out that the most practical days are never the neon lights of high-rise buildings, but the family sitting around, the lights are friendly, the flavor of the new year is getting stronger, and the heart is at ease, this is my hometown.