I see the new changes in Yanchi. I see the new changes in Yanchi. It opens the door to the heart and lets the dreams of the heart fly. I see the new changes in Yanchi - my hometown, - the beautiful old revolutionary area, - Yanchi recalls that year, the muddy intestinal path, exposed.

There are adobe houses in the wilderness, and there are also heaven and earth that come out step by step.

Now, please take another look at the criss-crossing asphalt roads, the neatly arranged high-rise buildings, and the land where you can imagine the future.

Opening the floodgates of memory, the hard-working farmer uncle used the power of oxen to loosen the fields, cultivated the land with his hands, and watered the seedlings with sweat, facing the loess and back to the sky, day after day, year after year.

But now, with the spring breeze of reform blowing into our homes, Yanchi has changed a lot.

The fields are blown green, the cauliflowers are fragrant, and the farmer's uncle's smile is opened.

——Machinery has replaced cattle power, electric irrigation has replaced rainwater, the construction of new rural areas is in full swing, and technology has entered thousands of households.

Looking back on those years, we were in a low and dilapidated hut, waiting for the teacher, absorbing knowledge, and copying sentences one after another by hand, not to mention what a computer was?

Nowadays, the new education policy has changed everything. With spacious and bright classrooms, amiable teachers, and watering of new knowledge, we, like flowers, thrive.