The autumn rain has been falling for several days, and the wet earth and the cold feeling have quietly come. I can't remember how many times I went back here, but home is always a place of dreams. Calling to the mountain, the mountain you raised us, we grew up drinking the mountain spring water flowing down from the mountain, in order to live a better life, we are looking for all kinds of doorways in the mountain that can create wealth!
Today, my childhood friends are running for their livelihoods, and they can't remember what you look like, and gradually we don't remember you! After the autumn rains, the river swelled, and the weeds on both sides of the river looked so barren! Familiar growth place, suddenly feel a little strange, hurry to look for fragments in the depths of memory, and look back like a mirage!
In the silent night, at the foot of the green mountains, the gentle river still remembers that the scene of playing in the river together when I was a child was reproduced!
The mountain is still that mountain, the clouds and mist are still swirling on the mountain, we have been baptized again and again, following the footsteps of our ancestors all the way, we have hitched a ride on the train of the times, and worked hard in our lives! Gradually they drift away from us, we become the successors of this era, and empty ideas are always with us!