Everyone has his own hometown, we are born and grow up there. There must be many interesting things in our memory. Maybe we have left her for our dreams, and could not come back frequently. However there always a place deeply roots in our hearts, no mater where and how old we are. I just remember a writer-----Ai Qing, who writed a peom , the poem impresses on me impressively:
If I were a bird,
I would sing even with my hoarse throat:
for the land hit by the storm,
the river surging with our grief,
the wind blowing with endless anger,
and the soft dawn from the forest...
Then when I died,
I want my feather to rot into the soil.
Why are my eyes filled with tears?
Because I love the land from the bottom of my heart.


   
    Please share something about your hometown with us. For example, the beautiful nature scene, brilliant history and culture, the famous local snacks , your own stories about your hometown, or some words you want to say to her.