Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night is recited by all the children in the kindergarten, but how can those fart children feel the so-called homesickness?

My hometown is beautiful in my memory. Especially in summer, there are white flowers on the gardenia trees outside the house. When the wind blows, the flowers are overflowing. Green rice is swaying in the wind. I especially like the night in my hometown. Frogs croak in the rice fields and crickets play beautiful marches in the corners. The air was humid and fresh, and grandma picked up a small stool and sat under the buttonwood outside the house, shaking her fan to enjoy the cool.

The roof is where I go most often. Lie on the ground and count the stars. The countryside is dotted. The night sky is gentle, without the noise of the city.