Now, I am nervous and busy every day. Every time I dragged my tired body back to my home, lying on the sofa, watching TV with my eyes innocently, my thoughts would not feel like returning to childhood and returning to the quiet life of the country. There are no gorgeous neon, only the bright moonlight, the chaos of cars and cars, only the kind greetings from people. Occasionally, the wind rises, and the white birch forest trees are swaying, rustling, butterflies flying on the flowers, birds calling in the air, and children playing in the fields. The picture is like a pleasing piano piece that is fascinating and intoxicating. Now, reminiscing the local atmosphere has become a way for me to resolve my inner sorrow. The busy and stressful life made me innocent to find the pure land and feel the peace and tranquility. This kind of nostalgia, this yearning, can only hope to realize in the dream and make up for the regret in reality. I still watched my movie, listened to the music I liked, read the favorite books, wrote my messy mood, and lived peacefully and freely. The Qiandao Lake in memory is the place I am looking forward to!