Many post-80s, post-90s, are you like me? When you were a child, you always wanted to grow up? But when I grew up, I found that growing up was the most terrible time. When I was a child, I thought I was growing up, and I thought I was a battle

Many post-80s, post-90s, are you like me? When you were a child, you always wanted to grow up?

But when I grew up, I found that growing up was the most terrible time. When I was a child, I thought that I had grown up, that my sword had gone to the end of the world, and that I thought that I had finally left me alone. Slowly I found that growing up means that more restraints and concerns mean more heartache and forbearance

As a post-90s, I was a failure. I have not yet made savings, I have not yet married and had children. Once full of pride, it has long been worn away by life, and there is a lot of sentimentality!

The four seasons of the year come and go, I have also passed the year of standing, when the night is quiet, close your eyes, as if smelling the peach blossom fragrance of your hometown, remembering the country roads you have walked countless times, and remembering the people or things in your hometown.

Unforgettable is that hometown

In the spring of my hometown, everything is revived, the flowers are delicate, the grass is green, the breeze is blowing, the beautiful picturesque fields, I want to have a date with spring.

In the summer of my hometown, I know that I am busy with little bees, gentle birds chirping, and babbling rivers, which is a place where I often herd cattle with my friends. Midsummer nights, insects, frogs, fireflies, stars, summer is so beautiful!

Autumn in my hometown, the beauty of the harvest! Farmers stand in the fields, harvesting fruit. Autumn rain is long and chaotic. Golden rice paddies with maple leaves, smoked at dusk! The autumn wind whistles, the autumn leaves flutter, the eyes forget the clouds, and the heart also follows the ethereal!

In the winter of the hometown, how can you forget the snow in the beautiful hometown, the cold and harsh winter, and the heavy snow are coming. Heaven, earth, rivers, and mountains are hung white, clean and pure, and there is no more quagmire!

It turns out that what I remembered was once

The freedom to run wild in the wilderness

Carefree giggling and chasing with friends

It is the companion of grass and trees in front of the house and behind the house

It is the simple care of the villagers

What used to be a place you desperately wanted to escape from is now a place where you desperately want to go back. If it weren't for the silver, the world wouldn't have panicked. There is reincarnation in the four seasons, and there is no afterlife in life. There are four seasons of reincarnation, and people are no longer teenagers!

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