Homeland, two sacred and endlessly affectionate calls, remains deep in our hearts through images of childhood. Homeland is where we grew up, a source of inspiration for us to always return to. If we don't remember, we cannot grow. Each person has their own way to love their homeland, retaining different beautiful images of their homeland's beauty. For me, my hometown river is still a sweet source that flows through my soul from time immemorial.

Each person's childhood is associated with rivers and vast fields. But the river in mind, memory and in each location has its own beauty, like an endless flow in the heart, from the past to the present and the future. It is a source of cool fresh water, a source to immerse in, to find protection. My hometown has a blue river, clear water reflects the hair of bamboo rows, my soul is a summer afternoon... these verses have awakened my soul.

The river in my hometown is long and calm, like flowing hair swirling with the smell of cat smoke in February and the new sunshine of spring. It is poetic, graceful and gentle like the wordless yes of love. The riverbank is a strip of green grass whispering in the wind, as if whispering to us every time we visit the boat. This river is related to my childhood, to rural children who love rivers and pure life. Sometimes it is as majestic and powerful as deep tornadoes. There are times when it is gentle and resplendent amidst the bright red picture of the summer phoenix canopy. But it is always here, accompanying time and my maturity, enriching my homeland.

The river is gentle, the water is as clear as jade. The cool water that we not only gently caress but also resists, is where we learn to swim. Perhaps thanks to it, we understand more about the precious meaning of childhood and beautiful moments.

This small gentle river is the main source of water for the life of my hometown community. Every day, people gather near the river to wash vegetables, bathe in the water, and experience moments of endless joy. The river is not only a place to refresh the soul but also a long-term companion. It is like a symbol of pure childhood, in sync with my childish soul.

Remembering the homeland river means remembering one's homeland, loving the small countryside on the banks of a peaceful, gentle river like the image of an alluvial mother in a red soil cultural area. The river has become a romantic muse in the heart of every child. It brings value not only materially but also spiritually, like an ancient fairy tale. Homeland is beautiful, beautiful in its own way, and memorable in its own way, so that each person remembers home in a different aspect. When I remember green fields, storks flying, or a river flowing smoothly, I remember a childhood full of joy and love.

Homeland, two sacred and endlessly affectionate calls, remains deep in our hearts through images of childhood. Homeland is where we grew up, a source of inspiration for us to always return to. If we don't remember, we cannot grow. Each person has their own way to love their homeland, retaining different beautiful images of their homeland's beauty. For me, my hometown river is still a sweet source that flows through my soul from time immemorial.

Each person's childhood is associated with rivers and vast fields. But the river in mind, memory and in each location has its own beauty, like an endless flow in the heart, from the past to the present and the future. It is a source of cool fresh water, a source to immerse in, to find protection. My hometown has a blue river, clear water reflects the hair of bamboo rows, my soul is a summer afternoon... these verses have awakened my soul.

The river in my hometown is long and calm, like flowing hair swirling with the smell of cat smoke in February and the new sunshine of spring. It is poetic, graceful and gentle like the wordless yes of love. The riverbank is a strip of green grass whispering in the wind, as if whispering to us every time we visit the boat. This river is related to my childhood, to rural children who love rivers and pure life. Sometimes it is as majestic and powerful as deep tornadoes. There are times when it is gentle and resplendent amidst the bright red picture of the summer phoenix canopy. But it is always here, accompanying time and my maturity, enriching my homeland.

The river is gentle, the water is as clear as jade. The cool water that we not only gently caress but also resists, is where we learn to swim. Perhaps thanks to it, we understand more about the precious meaning of childhood and beautiful moments.

This small gentle river is the main source of water for the life of my hometown community. Every day, people gather near the river to wash vegetables, bathe in the water, and experience moments of endless joy. The river is not only a place to refresh the soul but also a long-term companion. It is like a symbol of pure childhood, in sync with my childish soul.

Remembering the homeland river means remembering one's homeland, loving the small countryside on the banks of a peaceful, gentle river like the image of an alluvial mother in a red soil cultural area. The river has become a romantic muse in the heart of every child. It brings value not only materially but also spiritually, like an ancient fairy tale. Homeland is beautiful, beautiful in its own way, and memorable in its own way, so that each person remembers home in a different aspect. When I remember green fields, storks flying, or a river flowing smoothly, I remember a childhood full of joy and love.