When I was a child, I often looked up at the soaring eagle spreading its wings in the sky, dreaming of one day being able to leave my hometown and fly to a wider poetry and distance.

When I grew up, I was able to work in a foreign land as I had hoped. Every time there were ripples of homesickness in my heart, I realized how attached I was to my homeland and how inseparable I was from it. If a wandering wanderer is a kite flying by the wind, then homesickness is an invisible and sturdy kite string that firmly ties the wanderer's heart to their hometown. My homesickness often lingers on my tongue before it comes to mind. Whenever the people are still and the moonlight shines through the screen window on the bedside, I follow this strand of "fragrance" sorrow and search for the taste of my hometown on my tongue.

As the saying goes, 'One place nurtures its people.' The soil of Niujiaochuan nurtures me, and the water of Qinhe nourishes me. Naturally, I deeply love every blade of grass, every tree, every tea, and every meal on the land of Huaichuan. In the morning, I like to ride my bike slowly through the bustling Nanmen Street, then turn east and arrive at the bustling Fuqian Street. The moment I entered the street, my eyes, ears and nose ushered in the busiest moment of the day: there were various breakfast shops on both sides of the street, "Rice-meat dumplings are coming!" "Camellia oleifera is coming!" In the sound of the boss's shouts, a variety of delicious foods were served on the guest's table, including steaming donkey meat Meat-ball soup, aroma overflowing Huaifu oil tea, golden crispy fried circles... Before I finished watching it, a stream of aroma "did not greet" like it went into my nostrils, which made me swallow water unconsciously.

Among these shops, I love stopping in front of the oil tea stand the most. Every morning, when the first ray of dawn gently awakens the bell tower that has been sleeping all night, the white haired oil tea master has already stood in front of the stall. He skillfully pours bowls of steaming hot oil tea from the golden copper pot, the natural ripe wheat aroma mixed with the rich aroma of peanuts, sesame seeds, almonds, walnuts and other nuts, vigorously teasing people's appetite. Taking a sip, it's thick yet not greasy, fragrant and delicious, warming the hearts of me and every diner in the small town.

After graduation, I came to Luoyang alone to work. Every evening after dinner, I walk along the bustling Longmen Avenue, where there is a lot of traffic and crowds. Along the way, tall buildings stand tall and brightly lit, and the pulse of the city beats constantly in the hustle and bustle, showcasing the vibrant and infinite vitality of a thousand year old ancient capital. Although I deeply love Luoyang, in this city that countless tourists yearn for, I cannot find the sense of belonging that my hometown gives me. In my spare time, I have also tried to comfort my homesickness by searching for delicious food. Luoyang's Peony Yancai, Luoning Steamed Meat, Guxian Rouhe, Beef Soup, Noodles... Although they are also delicious in the human world, they are never the taste of their hometown. I have tasted all kinds of "fried meatballs" in the streets and alleys of the ancient capital, but I can't recall the taste of donkey meatballs, because it is not the taste of my hometown and home, nor does it reflect the deep love of my relatives for me.

Later, every time I left home, my mother would fry a bag of donkey meatballs for me. On a night in a foreign land, whenever the willow shoots on the moon, a trace of homesickness arises in my heart. I pick up a meatball and put it in my mouth. With just a few gentle bites, I return to my hometown.

When I was a child, I often looked up at the soaring eagle spreading its wings in the sky, dreaming of one day being able to leave my hometown and fly to a wider poetry and distance.

When I grew up, I was able to work in a foreign land as I had hoped. Every time there were ripples of homesickness in my heart, I realized how attached I was to my homeland and how inseparable I was from it. If a wandering wanderer is a kite flying by the wind, then homesickness is an invisible and sturdy kite string that firmly ties the wanderer's heart to their hometown. My homesickness often lingers on my tongue before it comes to mind. Whenever the people are still and the moonlight shines through the screen window on the bedside, I follow this strand of "fragrance" sorrow and search for the taste of my hometown on my tongue.

As the saying goes, 'One place nurtures its people.' The soil of Niujiaochuan nurtures me, and the water of Qinhe nourishes me. Naturally, I deeply love every blade of grass, every tree, every tea, and every meal on the land of Huaichuan. In the morning, I like to ride my bike slowly through the bustling Nanmen Street, then turn east and arrive at the bustling Fuqian Street. The moment I entered the street, my eyes, ears and nose ushered in the busiest moment of the day: there were various breakfast shops on both sides of the street, "Rice-meat dumplings are coming!" "Camellia oleifera is coming!" In the sound of the boss's shouts, a variety of delicious foods were served on the guest's table, including steaming donkey meat Meat-ball soup, aroma overflowing Huaifu oil tea, golden crispy fried circles... Before I finished watching it, a stream of aroma "did not greet" like it went into my nostrils, which made me swallow water unconsciously.

Among these shops, I love stopping in front of the oil tea stand the most. Every morning, when the first ray of dawn gently awakens the bell tower that has been sleeping all night, the white haired oil tea master has already stood in front of the stall. He skillfully pours bowls of steaming hot oil tea from the golden copper pot, the natural ripe wheat aroma mixed with the rich aroma of peanuts, sesame seeds, almonds, walnuts and other nuts, vigorously teasing people's appetite. Taking a sip, it's thick yet not greasy, fragrant and delicious, warming the hearts of me and every diner in the small town.

After graduation, I came to Luoyang alone to work. Every evening after dinner, I walk along the bustling Longmen Avenue, where there is a lot of traffic and crowds. Along the way, tall buildings stand tall and brightly lit, and the pulse of the city beats constantly in the hustle and bustle, showcasing the vibrant and infinite vitality of a thousand year old ancient capital. Although I deeply love Luoyang, in this city that countless tourists yearn for, I cannot find the sense of belonging that my hometown gives me. In my spare time, I have also tried to comfort my homesickness by searching for delicious food. Luoyang's Peony Yancai, Luoning Steamed Meat, Guxian Rouhe, Beef Soup, Noodles... Although they are also delicious in the human world, they are never the taste of their hometown. I have tasted all kinds of "fried meatballs" in the streets and alleys of the ancient capital, but I can't recall the taste of donkey meatballs, because it is not the taste of my hometown and home, nor does it reflect the deep love of my relatives for me.

Later, every time I left home, my mother would fry a bag of donkey meatballs for me. On a night in a foreign land, whenever the willow shoots on the moon, a trace of homesickness arises in my heart. I pick up a meatball and put it in my mouth. With just a few gentle bites, I return to my hometown.