Holding the lumbersome luggage,with the heavily travel bag on my shoulders, moving with the march of people, i got on the train to nanjing.the lovely village which i spend the first eighteen years of my life was leaving behind far and far.Tears in my eyes,pains on my heart,out of the window,i can not see anything,only the recollection of my childhood projected in my brain.Bye! my rive;bye! my hill;bye!bye!... My eyes become more and more vague.With the dingdang of the train, i fallen into asleep.My hometown comes into my dream. My hometown locates under a hill. A brook runs by with mirth paces. Her water is so clear that i often have good time to watch fishes playing in it.I often dream to be a fish infected by thheir lives without any ristrictions.Byond the hill,the cloudy mountain exhibites his majestic appearance standing into the blue sky untill its peak hidding into the white cloud. In the deep mountain many fairys live which my grandmother told me again and again even the days before she came back the world of her grandmother.But i have never been able to get a chance to travel into the heart of the big mountain because the fruits and litte animals in the hills always drag my legs. After the snowy winter, everything smiles very brightly under the warm shunshine.Grass,plants all looks and fresh and alive.Sleep of a winter gives them a fairy world.Although it is still cool, and sometimes a snow comes but disappears very quickly. Children never feel cool.Their laughters fill very coners of the villag. Chorusing with the song of birds breaks every piece of tranquil.Countless kites with all colours compete with all kinds of birds .It is never be easy to tell them.Because of yearning the more higher sky, or bestowed the energy by some unknown gods,several kites will manage to break loose of the threads and flies high and far without any traces. The brook wakes up after winter. At the first season,she is posied and mirth traveling alone in its everlasting direction. she is very shy like a fond girl never bust into laugh.I hink she is so poised, so elegant that all girls will lose her brightness comparing with her. But she is eager something in her heart or she still tastes the romatic dreams, ocassionally giving away some joylous laughter.You never think she will always be shy.In fact naughty is her nature.When the summer comes, many kids, almost all kids, with their fat buns naked play in the brook.The best music of the world will never be stopped. ...... The train runs. Ny heart beats.Hometown has get his life in my heart.