Memories of Our Mountain and Streams In childhood, Our mountain and streams were our greatest playgrounds. But upon returning, I found them ruined. The boundless richness nature once provided had vanished, Replaced by unpleasant odors, parking lots, And weekend barbecue spots. Every stream Had been turned into a straight line. Natural streams flow in curves. Seeing the watercourse, distorted with cement along the banks, It felt as though my childhood was being twisted.

Everyone has Childhood memories. Of soil, water, forests, fields, and nature, where we played, With joy, sorrow, and nostalgia. For those who grew up in the countryside, even more so. When they return home After striving diligently in a big city, They feel heartache seeing the changed, twisted landscape. Restoring the watercourse of our mountain and streams, altered with cement, Is a profoundly praiseworthy and beautiful endeavor.

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