Composition on Dali, the place I yearn for

I visited this old man three times, and each experience is still vivid in my mind.

The Peach Blossom Land in my memory is hidden in a small town in western Hunan. It is a peaceful and peaceful place. Whenever I put "Border Town" between my lips and teeth, it is like touching an exquisite little poem, and my thoughts are flying. Deep in my memory, I found "a large handful of saxifrage" and "gave it to someone unknown".

But when I woke up in my father’s car, I found myself in a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters. That was at least eight years ago. Eight years ago, I was still as young as a flower in the sun, carrying my children with me. With pure and clear memories.

I am often proud of my half "Hunan origin". This is a place where "romantic figures" emerge in large numbers, the so-called "outstanding people." My grandma is a kind old man who lives in Muzhu Building and shakes a cattail leaf fan. She seems to have lived there all her life and seems to never leave there. But my grandfather was more calm than her. He loved his mother who flew to the north the most, which reminded me of the simple old man who supported the ferry.

That year, we went to Fenghuang to visit relatives and stayed for a few nights in a small gray-white building not far from the mountain. The small building was not near the water, but there was a small reservoir or pond not far away. It was surrounded by grass-like plants as high as knee high. My cousins ??and I pretended to be fishing and knocked down the poles without bait. There was a splash of rain in the water. I remember that there is also a small bluestone, which I like very much. It is exquisite and delicate. If I have another oil-paper umbrella and a misty silk rain, I will definitely pretend to be a Jiangnan girl over and over again.