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The years have been cold, and the hometown is idle.

In the cold night, this longing goes to the forest, to the farmland.

Holding corn stalks, playing hide and seek, playing with children.

The north wind blows, the snow is fluttering, and the music is leisurely. At the foot of Langya Mountain, it is my hometown and my cradle.

Ten miles of golden beach, ten miles of peach garden.

Wind and rain, how many years? The hardest to forget, during the summer vacation: under the shade of the trees, catching cicadas. Inside the pond:

Play in the water and pick the lotus.

By the sea: Facing the stormy waves, hoisting the sails, swinging the fishing boat.

In the fishing song: At night, I don't want to return. How much do you want in your dreams?

Looking at the hometown, the affection is lingering.

The scenery of the hometown is good, and the water of the hometown is also sweet.

When will it triumph?

Hometown. One street, one old street.

A pot of wine, a pot of old wine.

One **, one old**.

There are many people in the street, but many of them seem to know each other.

Looking at each of their faces, they are printed with sunshine, smiles, visions for tomorrow, and joy for the whole family reunion.

All this is like a pot of wine, never get tired of it, and the older it gets, the more fragrant it becomes.

It's like deducing**, it seems to be repeated every day, but there are new insights every day.

The autumn wind blows the leaves all over the ground, the autumn wind, don't let it become in a hurry, I just ask it to replace the light yellow, simple and fragrant.

For this is my home, my home.

The hometown is beautiful, the most beautiful is the water of the hometown, the sun shines on the lotus water in the early morning, the gold and silver beads are stringed, the moon falls to the lake, the hometown is beautiful, the favorite is the water of the hometown, the brother sits on the piano by the water, the willow tree is drunk, the sister and sister are busy with laundry, and the laughter is more crisp.

Hometown beauty, hometown beauty, the most beautiful is the soft hometown water, the wind by the water blows gently, the swallows in the sky fly leisurely, the distant wanderer please come back quickly, the hometown is beautiful, the most beautiful is the hometown people, every day is singing every year are gratifying, one side of the water and soil and one side of the love, born in the heart of the root hole trembling.

The beauty of the hometown, the beauty of the hometown, the most beautiful is the soft hometown water, the wind by the water blows gently, the swallows in the sky fly leisurely, and the wanderers in the distance please quickly check back.

The beauty of the hometown, the beauty of the hometown, the most beautiful is the soft hometown water, the wind by the water's edge blows gently, and the swallows in the sky fly leisurely.

Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists only meet the old in Jiangnan. The spring water and green branches are thicker than the sky, and the boat is painted to listen to the rain. The people on the edge are like the moon and the town is dry, and the frost and snow are condensed on the wrists. If you are not old, you must return to your hometown, and you must break your intestines when you return to your hometown.