100 word short story about homesickness

My hometown is located on both sides of the beautiful and ancient abandoned Yellow River. Speaking of her beauty, she comes from Shanshan, a distant place in the northwest. She hangs down her long skirt lightly, then opens her arms and wrists and warmly embraces her hometown. According to the old people, this river was once the grain river of Zhao Kuangyin, the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty. At that time, there was really a magnificent momentum of "sails connected, and hundreds of rivers competed": a big wooden boat of the Ming Dynasty was dug up from here a few years ago, which is an obvious example. It is because of this big river that my hometown has lush reed slopes and grass beaches. With this big market town in my hometown, there are a generation of hardworking and simple hometown people.

I like the morning in my hometown. Love the red "sun god", she painted her hometown with a layer of orange; Love is on the day when the morning glow is in full bloom, where there is real love of the weaver girl; I prefer the breeze. She gave me endless energy.

I like the dusk in my hometown. Love that gorgeous sunset glow, sunset glow, how many mysteries are hidden in the middle of the night, people always can't guess, can't read!

Ah! The land of my hometown and the river of my hometown will remain in my life memory forever. I would like to turn into a white cloud and fly to my hometown where I was born and raised; I would like to be a clean stream flowing to my hometown, because it is the starting point of my life, the cradle of growth, the sustenance of my youth and the conversion of my soul. ...