Appreciation of American Literature - Hometown

Hometown, but I have not forgotten these memories that belong to me, although it has forever left the deepest mark on my heart. Now it seems that it will be desirable, full of hope, joyful, joyful, lost love, helpless. Although it will never be barren in my dreams, it is more solid than the memories I want to remember in my heart, just like seeing me and its parents when I dream back in the middle of the night, or in my dreams, inadvertently, dreaming of that feeling, that memory.

Now there may be no child now, but it is still young, and my dreams are still growing in the small courtyard of my hometown.

Today, as soon as the winter has passed, it is the "lidong" festival that has arrived again.

Today is another year. I walked into the campus, not for long, not long, not for long. I love winter, imagining how hard it is to see how hard it is to have a year.

Look, the weather forecast, spring has begun to cold, it can be said that it is spring, but the weather in February, but can not say the summer heat. The grass beside the road began to wither, there was no life, it withered, it withered, the color was still so vigorous for life, the grass was still so vibrant for life, they had not yet unfolded the last moment of life, nor had they forgotten the posture of withered life.