One morning fifty years ago, a middle-aged man took one last loving look at his hometown where he had lived for half his life, and embarked on the road to leave his hometown.

That man is my grandfather.

That day, he got up extra early in order to see his familiar hometown again.

He didn't like to wander around, but he made an exception and walked around the old town of Sui'an.

Use your weather-beaten hands to touch the broken city wall, and use your feet accustomed to walking on mountain roads to step on the streets paved with bluestones.

He really wished to seal every scene in front of him in his mind, even if it was a crack on the city wall, even if it was a bird in the sky, even if it was the crooked old locust tree at the city gate...

Everything that was ordinary in the past is so important to him now.

My grandfather still left, and he immigrated to Jiande and settled there.

With hard work, the family's life gradually improved.

But the appearance of the old city of Sui'an was always lingering in my grandfather's mind.

Every evening after dinner, my grandfather always sat on the threshold under the setting sun, looking in the direction of the old city of Sui'an, and uncovering the appearance of the old city of Sui'an that had been buried deep in his memory.

He seemed to have returned to his hometown, seeing those ancient buildings again, seeing the pedestrians rushing back and forth on the road paved with bluestones, smelling the smell of various snacks in the shops on both sides of the road, and hearing the shouts of the vendors.

Whenever he thinks of this, he smiles.

But when he realized that everything around him was no longer the sceneries of his hometown, he often showed a sad expression.

He really hoped that one day he could return to his hometown and see the changes in his hometown.

However, he ultimately failed to achieve it.

My father and I fulfilled my grandfather’s last wish and returned to Chun’an.

Chun'an at that time was no longer what my grandfather described.

There are no longer low and old tile-roofed houses here, replaced by row upon row of buildings; there are no longer shouting vendors on the roadside, replaced by lively and bustling markets; there are no human-powered unicycles, replaced by beautiful and streamlined cars and motorcycles.

...It turns out that the ancient Sui'an has been sleeping under Qiandao Lake, and the young Qiandaohu Town of Chun'an County, which it gave birth to, is striding towards us, with a lake of clear water, several layers of green mountains, and twenty or thirty floors.

The high-rise buildings reach into the sky, the wide highways are constantly flowing with cars, and the spacious supermarkets have everything you need... Speedboats speed past the lake, making waves, and how many Chinese and foreign tourists swim in this landscape... The construction of mountain cities is still rapid.

Development, the new look of Chun'an over the past 50 years is difficult to fit into a photo album, so pick a few clips!

My father also said with emotion.

This year during the Qingming Festival, my father and I took pictures of the Qiandao Lake Memorial Monument and the new tourist pier, bringing this embodiment of beauty to my grandfather’s grave.