Nostalgia

It might be because that I am already old, though only in my early stage of 30s, I always miss the old stories.

It might be because I am already old, though only in my early 30s, I enjoy the time with my old friends, and, am reluctant to know more new people.

It might be because I am full of emotions, I always miss the brook brought me up and the small village fed me for 20 years.

It can't be swept away from the memory. It can't be forgotten easily, the small village, standing in the snowing strong wind; the little school, standing on the only highland.

It seems that I couldn't find another well so sweet as the one the village; it seems that nowhere has been so warm as that little house that gave birth to me.

I have been sleeping in the moutain guarding our fruits; I have been ploughing the field for more products; I have been missing the little hometown a little...