In my heart, there is a quiet and beautiful place, that is my rural hometown and that small courtyard full of memories.
The courtyard is a symbol of home and a warm harbor. It uses the most simple way to accept every tired figure I have returned. Whenever I approach it, the familiar gate and the brick wall seem to tell a story of the past.
In the yard, there are flowers and plants that I planted with my own hands, and there are footprints of my childhood. The fruit trees that once accompanied me are now flourishing and fruitful. I used to frolic under the trees and enjoy carefree times. Those beautiful moments are frozen in memory and will never fade.
Here, I was able to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city and get back to nature. I could hear the birds singing and see the butterflies fluttering. Every morning, the sun shines through the gaps in the leaves, making me feel the warmth and tranquility of nature.
The small courtyard is the sustenance of my soul and the longing for my hometown. Even after leaving it, I will always miss the grass and trees here, and those simple and beautiful times.