A 1-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 came from Shanshan in the far northwest, swayed her long skirt down lightly, and then spread her arms and wrists to hug her hometown warmly. It is said by old people that this river was once the grain-transporting river of Zhao Kuangyin, the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty. In that year, there was really a magnificent momentum of "sails connected, and hundreds of boats competed for flow": a big wooden boat of the Ming Dynasty was dug up from here a few years ago, which is a clear example. That is, because of this big river, my hometown has lush reed slopes and grass beaches, this big market town in my hometown, and a generation of hardworking and simple hometown people.

I love the morning in my hometown. Love the red "sun god", she painted her hometown with a layer of orange; Love the morning glow in full bloom that day, where there is a true love of the weaver girl; I love the breeze even more. She has given me inexhaustible vitality.

I love the dusk in my hometown. Love the gorgeous sunset, sunset twilight, how many mysteries are hidden in the late night, which people always can't guess and 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 become a clear stream, flowing to the heart of 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 ...