How outrageous can it be to return to Nantian
Back to the south of the day, the wet season, the wet mood.
Returning to Nantian is the tears of spring, the farewell of winter, and the prelude to summer.
Returning to Nantian makes people love and hate, and people are happy and worried.
Back to Nantian, it is an ink painting, wet streets, wet walls, wet windows, wet clothes, wet hair, wet everything.
Back to Nantian, it is a symphony, the sound of wet rain, the sound of wet wind, the sound of wet birdsong, the sound of wet wheels, the sound of wet heartbeat, and everything wet.
Back to Nantian, it was a dream, wet air, wet thoughts, wet memories, wet expectations, wet everything.
Returning to Nantian reminds people of their childhood and those carefree days.
Returning to Nantian, people are reminded of the scenery of their hometown and those familiar faces.
Returning to Nantian, it reminds people of the sweetness of love and those heart-warming moments.
Returning to Nantian, people are reminded of the beauty of life and those things worth cherishing.
Returning to Nantian also makes people feel lonely and lonely, helpless and helpless.
Returning to Nantian also made people feel tired and stressed, confused and lost.
Returning to Nantian also made people feel sadness and pain, disappointment and despair.
Returning to Nantian also makes people feel the fragility and impermanence of life, and the passage of time and ruthlessness.
Returning to Nantian is both a test and an opportunity.
Returning to Nantian is a challenge and a kind of growth.
Returning to Nantian is a kind of torture and a kind of tempering.
Returning to Nantian is a kind of suffering, but also a kind of happiness.
Returning to Nantian has taught us to be strong and brave, to adapt and change.
Returning to Nantian has taught us to be grateful and cherish, and to be tolerant and understanding.
Returning to Nantian has taught us to be optimistic and positive, and to dream and pursue.
Returning to Nantian, let us learn to love and be loved, learn to give and harvest.
Back to Nantian, it is a poem, a wet poem, a wet life.
Back to Nantian, it is a song, a wet song, a wet heart.
Back to Nantian, it is a painting, a wet painting, a wet world.
Returning to Nantian is a dream, a wet dream, a wet life.