When I was young, I had delicious breakfasts, friendly and familiar neighbors, and I grew up eating Japanese food and watching the busy traffic and high-rise buildings being built little by little. I felt very happy to live in this land.

When I grew up, I saw the influx of people from all over the country, whether they were wealthy foreign businessmen from Zhejiang and Taiwan, or migrant workers from Anhui and Henan. I knew: my dear hometown is no longer mine.

I am familiar with the lively, convenient and fast-paced life, and I feel temporarily peaceful and comfortable when I go to a quiet city or small town for vacation. However, after living there for too long, I still miss the prosperity of the big city. Sometimes, even if I look at

The sight of the traffic and people and the lights coming on at night make me feel extremely friendly and happy.

He is illiterate and has never even been to a farm, but he is familiar with delicacies and snacks from various countries.

I feel that the only way to go directly to my hometown is a direct flight, and I don’t understand the difficulty of taking a train, flight, and then taking a bus all the way home, or not being able to take a direct flight to get home.

There are too many people in big cities, including petty citizens, sophisticated petty bourgeoisie, and literary youth.

So I stopped writing because I just wanted to write about big cities, not myself.