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The years that cannot be recovered, the hometown that cannot be returned. I miss the sycamore flowers at home, I miss the poplar tree in front of the door, and I miss the cuckoo in my hometown! The taste of home, childhood memories. Nowadays the old houses are demolished

author:Island city goose

The years that cannot be recovered, the hometown that cannot be returned. I miss the sycamore flowers at home, I miss the poplar tree in front of the door, and I miss the cuckoo in my hometown! The taste of home, childhood memories.

Now the old house has been demolished, now it is a small second floor, the environment is better, but even if you come home, you no longer have the joy and happiness of your childhood...

In fact, the most beautiful taste in the world is: chai rice oil and salt, fireworks in the world, some people cooking, some people waiting, the old house is still there, and the parents are alive! Think about the feeling of childhood, that is the happiest time in life.

The years that cannot be recovered, the hometown that cannot be returned. I miss the sycamore flowers at home, I miss the poplar tree in front of the door, and I miss the cuckoo in my hometown! The taste of home, childhood memories. Nowadays the old houses are demolished
The years that cannot be recovered, the hometown that cannot be returned. I miss the sycamore flowers at home, I miss the poplar tree in front of the door, and I miss the cuckoo in my hometown! The taste of home, childhood memories. Nowadays the old houses are demolished
The years that cannot be recovered, the hometown that cannot be returned. I miss the sycamore flowers at home, I miss the poplar tree in front of the door, and I miss the cuckoo in my hometown! The taste of home, childhood memories. Nowadays the old houses are demolished

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