My Sweet Memory

In my childhood,i had a sweet memory of my hometown.
i grew accustomed to the sights and sounds of the small town.The sharp,stinging wind off the icy mountain
slopes in winter,the heavy mist curtain of autumn,the fine tints of green as spring slowly spread over the hillsides,
the hum and bustle of the summer morning,the lingering acrid smell if the smoke stacks all year long.
In a word,it is a fairyland to prolong your life span.
it is called paradise.welcom to my hometown to taste different life.