In the long river of life, some things is a fleeting and, with time to kill, slowly faded from memory, is like the wind, blowing when leaving filar silk cool, blowing is not what traces the; but some things can never kill, often think that the people of God Kuang Yi, feel warm. Just like a goose, left figure came to, but left a sound call, people feel empty. During those years, it is the memory that I will never fade.
Needless to say the Qingxiu hill, there is no need to say the gurgling of the stream, is that all over the mountains and plains Luoying, accompanied by the soft and fresh breeze, always gave me a refreshing feeling! This is a small village. Families of the huts dotted, everywhere is tall trees behind the house is a piece of bamboo, a root standing, the remaining are some fruit trees; each had a season, will be able to taste a variety of fruit, and spring sugar cane, watermelon in summer, autumn grapefruit can let me sinseong hoe; and it is in the village of their own species, like say, always no one save. This is my hometown!
Home of the fruits, fresh air, and good people make me remember, which also brought back a long time to keep my mind, a step of the past