Unknowingly, I have spent 17 whole winters and summers in Zhanjiang. The college entrance examination is around the corner, and the day of leaving home to study is already within reach. At this moment, I have never felt so strongly that Zhanjiang, this may not be a dead end.

The name that most Chinese people are familiar with means something to me. I suddenly realized what kind of touch and nostalgia the word "hometown" brings to me... ? I can't forget the drizzle in Zhanjiang in the spring, the road

The pink buds from the nearby trees covered the path. The first majestic thunderstorm of summer. The hot and passionate subtropical sunshine was everywhere. The chirping of cicadas and the dancing butterflies were so sweet.

The greasy jackfruit, longan, lychee, carambola, endless pineapple and pitaya orchards, the blue sky and white clouds in autumn, the plump sea crabs, the golden Lianjiang red oranges in the warm winter, the slowly turning yellow loquat leaves...? I

I can’t forget the old banyan trees that are evergreen all year round and are still luxuriant despite the wind and frost; the colorful and small insects of different shapes among the leaves and grass in the dreamy summer; the crickets that never stop chirping at night all year round, under the scorching sun.

Dense shade, fruit-laden mango trees and tall mahogany trees everywhere...? I can't forget the precious land in Cunjinqiao Park, the oath to guard my homeland, the white waves and the golden morning light in Donghai Island.

The sound of the motor of the fishing boat, the endless fish steaks on Techeng Island, the dazzling exotic flowers and plants in the Botanical Garden, the legend of the turtle at Huguang Rock, the towering gantry crane and the moored giant ship in the port...? I can't even forget it.

The raging typhoon, the silver-white warships of the South China Sea Fleet, the pointed bamboo hats on the heads of the fishermen and fruit sellers, I will never forget the simple folk customs, kind people, and fiery red land. I will never forget that in this red land

Everything that takes root and sprouts on the land. ? And this is just because I was born and raised here. I drink the sweet springs in the ancient strata here, eat the rice growing in the rice fields here, and the sea fish growing in the blue sea water. I grow longer day by day.

Big, this land has given me endless gifts and touches. I understand what love is here, and I also learned how to give love, love relatives, love friends, love strangers, love green trees, love birds, love

The sea, the blue sky, the world, and the fertile land where I was born and raised.

Everything on this land has been integrated into my blood, including the green of the old trees, the blue of the sea, and the fiery red background here.