After thinking for a long time, I don't know the meaning of coming here. I miss the sky and mountains, water and cities in my hometown. I have been adhering to my independence, but I have been made such an arrangement. I have run so many places, run so long, eat and know that the place that really makes me feel at ease is still the motherland, or home. Originally I thought the meaning of tourism was to open your eyes, now I know that its real meaning is to let you cherish the land that gave birth to you and raised you