I was born in a small town on the shores of the Yellow Sea, which was small and deserted. My family lives in a courtyard on Lower Street. There are two thick wooden doors at the entrance of the courtyard, a courtyard lives in more than a dozen households, there is no running water, the draft water has to go to a water sales point on the street to pick, the slope is steep and slippery.
Later, due to my father's job transfer, our family left the town. I was very young and had no impression of the town.
I grew up slowly, and I would go to my aunt's house alone for a few days during the summer vacation. My aunt often took me to the wet market, to the shops, to the East River to bathe. The big river was wide, sandy bottom, the water wasn't deep, but it was clear, sparkling and I really liked it.
Over the years, the increasing contact with the town made me feel an attachment to her, a yearning. I often go to the only cinema in the town to watch movies, which is a very fashionable and warm feeling. Later, a relatively large theater was built, which was the largest and most beautiful building in the town at that time. My cousin also took me on a tour, and it gave me the impression of being so magnificent, and the size of the town expanded year by year, gradually becoming a beautiful coastal town.
The years passed in a hurry of yearning and anticipation, and I always believed in my heart that I must return to the small town.
The deep love for the small city, the unremitting pursuit of life, and the firm and persistent faith in the dark have achieved the opportunity to change the life, and after thirty years of leaving the small town, we have returned to the embrace of the small town.
My husband and I came to the courtyard where I was born, revisited the place, and no longer saw the heavy wooden door of the year, and the former house made me almost unrecognizable. We come to the great river of memory, the sparkling, crystal clear river has become muddy and covered with moss, and the beautiful imprint of childhood is no longer there, and I feel deeply sorry for it.
Society is developing rapidly, and life is improving rapidly, but why does nature, which makes people live, become so haggard?
The town changes day by day, and the low and despicable little houses gradually disappear from people's sight, replaced by rows of new high-rise buildings rising from the ground; Muddy, low-lying dirt roads, renewed by straight and wide asphalt roads; One after another large squares are displayed in front of the citizens, where people can relax and exercise after work.
The turquoise grass, the elegant environment, you can smell the fragrance of flowers and plants everywhere. In today's small town, the road is wide and clean, the square is flat and warm, the fountain is dancing, and the lanterns are charming. At night, it's a world of brilliant lights! Neon lights of various shapes radiate like stars in the sky at night.
The beautiful theater of the past is now submerged in the rows of high-rise buildings and twinkling neon.
Nowadays, I live in the highest residential area in the town, the garden-like community is full of green grass, flowers, vines and flowers in the pavilion, fragrant, a harmonious and warm scene, this is the home I live in, she is a beautiful epitome of our small town.
I was immersed in the singing morning glow of the town, and the morning bell woke up my misty eyes; I was lost in the sunset of the small town, the golden afterglow sprinkled on every street, reflecting the dazzling light.
Come to the warm water river, the shore willows are lined up, the willows dance, and climb to the top of the West Mountain, full of green trees. Looking up, the new appearance of the small city can be seen, and the high-rise buildings are lined up, a prosperous scene.
The quiet river flows through the city, and the sun shines into the sea. On the shore, there are 10,000-ton deep-water docks and thermal power plants that we have just built, and on the surface of the sea, rows of tall wind turbines stand proudly, guarding the vast sea like giants. The construction of the motherland is changing with each passing day, and the small city is changing with each passing day. Oh, and that's the little town we live in!