Whose hometown is it, and whose dream is it

My aunt often talks in her sleep, always dreaming of the bits and pieces of her childhood in Nantai and Liyuan. More than sixty years have passed, but they are still unforgettable. This time, I took the old lady back here. The Liyuan River is no longer visible, the wire bridge has turned into an asphalt road, the flood dam water has become history, and the poorest place in the county has become the richest place. Between the colorful hills, it seems like a world apart. She said, maybe she will never dream of her childhood again.