<p class="ql-block"> Today, there is a bazzar in my village, which happens once a year. "Desire " is a very proper word to describe my expectation to my home.It is not a matter of shopping or something but a matter of memory and feelings.</p> <p class="ql-block"> When my husband drove our car into my village, the feelings of familarity surrounded me.The air,the trees and the flowers made me relaxed and my heart quiet.</p> <p class="ql-block"> Some vegetable picked from roadside reminded me sweet memories of my childhood.</p> <p class="ql-block"> Organic vegetable grows in my yard.My husband and I took some home to make dumplings.</p> <p class="ql-block"> Bamboos are spreading wildly.</p> <p class="ql-block"> In my backyard are a varieties of trees growing according to their own will.</p> <p class="ql-block"> My parents are not at home,only my husband for company.As age growing, gradually I come to understand the meaning of "hometown".Luckily, I did not mary a man from a place far away.Now I live near my village so when I miss it I cancome home.</p>