Look at my hometown, streams are streams, tall buildings are tall buildings, schools are schools, and parks are parks. Walking along the road, I saw my good friend and my former playmates.
Out of the alley, those weeping willows are still there, already thick, the curved trunk looks darker in the rain, the long wicker hangs into the water, and the greasy weeds in the spring water are still swaying in the water. I can't help but think of 20 years ago, in the midsummer evening, every family put their small tables under the weeping willows by the water, and adults and children sat around the table to eat, and there was a lot of excitement when eating. This family's food was served on this family's dinner table, and that family's steamed buns were sent to this family. Children simply string together to eat, that's how I grew up eating hundreds of meals!
No matter in my hometown or outside, I will think of them because I love them most.