It is said that the beauty of hometown is the endless scenery dotted between green mountains and green waters. ...

It is said that the beauty of hometown is a poem that never stops singing, hidden in the cool breeze and bright moon. ...

Come back, come back, yo, ChristianRandPhillips's affectionate voice sang the voice of the wanderer. Yes, when people open their hearts and miss their hometown, what fascinates them most is the cloud in their hometown. The clouds in my hometown remain in people's beautiful memories and wonderful associations, in the bed of wanderers, in the pen of literati and poets, and in the love of lovers. ...

My heart remains the same. Love cloud remains the same.

People in the hometown of overseas Chinese always lie on their backs on the grass on sunny days and stare at the clouds in the sky. Clouds, clusters, rolls, a horse, like a dragon, like a phoenix, like a tiger, like a flower, with staggered shapes and varied ends. People appreciate not only the flexibility and unpredictability of the cloud, but also its spectacular momentum. This is how people integrate the clouds in their hometown into their love for their hometown.

Winter goes and spring comes, and the four seasons alternate. The colorful clouds, white clouds, morning clouds and dusk clouds in my hometown all show extraordinary skills and lead people into wonderful three-dimensional pictures. On the morning of spring, the rows of white clouds on the top of the mountain are inlaid with colorful light edges by the rising sun in Ran Ran, and the hometown of overseas Chinese is shrouded in the red glow, which is even more brilliant. At noon in summer, the clouds are like abrupt Qian Shan Wanling, like roaring hordes, like dazzling golden clouds, welding the land and Tianyu of the hometown of overseas Chinese together. It's crisp in autumn, and the clouds suddenly floating in the blue sky of Wan Li, like a fairy's scented towel, brighten the blue sky, and the golden sunshine embraces the hometown of overseas Chinese. Zhong Ling is so beautiful. In winter, the clouds covered by warm sunshine bring the news that the earth will usher in spring again ... these are enjoyment, encouragement, encouragement and surprise.

When people are far away from their hometown, the clouds in their hometown are not just warm memories, but vigorous vitality. Seeing the cloud in the sky, people often regard it as the one floating from their hometown, and they can't help looking for it and looking for the beginning of their dreams. People also regard the floating cloud as stationery that floats to their hometown, and watch it go with the wind, bringing endless homesickness to their hometown.

The cloud in my hometown always thinks that you are the birthmark of my hometown whenever and wherever I think of you. The wind can't blow away, the rain can't wash away, and the years don't change.

The clouds in my hometown are floating in people's homesick dreams.