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A handful of hot land, half scattered on the mountain on the edge of the city and half scattered in the river in the city. I am looking for the city on the mountain and the city is waiting for me in the river. From then on, we will never part. ...

When I was a child, I didn't like playing games and chasing with my friends. I like to move a small stool, sit quietly in front of the house, stare at the mountain in front of the house, and beg my father to tell me what is over there again and again. Dad said there is a city on the other side of the mountain, because it looks like Tai Chi by the mountains and waters. People call it Taiji City. I've been thinking, what's Taiji City like? What kind of world will it be there? Do the adults there also chop wood and farm? Do children there also like to wear colorful clothes and play hide and seek? Since then, a dream about this city has taken root in my heart ... This mountain has been quiet and steady, as if it has never changed, and my father has never told me what this city really looks like. I think I want to grow up quickly, and I want to pursue that curious and confused world. ...

When I was older, I went to the farm with my parents. They worked. I piled up the appearance of the city in my heart with mud, stones and wooden sticks, with high walls and castles and gray tile columns, galloping imagination. I have interpreted one legend after another about this city in my own world. I often run to the top of the mountain alone and stand on tiptoe to look around. I hope I can see even a little clue about this city in this highest place. Those initial confusions in life, those eager expressions and quiet watchings, and the world I imagined and sketched about the city have all become the simplest ideals and the most precious memories of my childhood.

As a primary school student, every time I get a new book, I can't wait to read every page, hoping to find words and pictures about the city on it ... I also made an appointment with my best partner to go to the city and travel around the world together. ...

It was not until I graduated from primary school that I found words and pictures about this city in my textbooks. I finally know that in this vast world, cities are really too small to even attract attention. But in my world, cities are always so great and sacred, so charming and full of imagination.

After finishing the middle school in the city, I have the opportunity to be in it and hug the dream city tightly. The Hanjiang River and Xunhe River pass through the city, and the rivers and willows are clear, and people come and go, and the dream city grows quietly here.

When the sky is clear, I will wander alone in every street and scenery of the town, watching the three mountains around me, flowing in one water, listening to the river gurgling and the breeze blowing gently. I once stood motionless in the city like a piece of wood for a long time, closed my eyes and immersed myself in this colorful picture, feeling the heartbeat of the small town with my heart. As time goes on, it becomes more and more mellow and lasting on Mika.