It's been a long time since I went back to my hometown for the New Year, and everything remains unchanged. The fragrant Anqing wonton, the smell of 10-yuan stinky tofu still drifts to the school’s backyard. The pedestrian street is bustling with drums and gongs, selling various Yiwu small commodities.

In my youth, there was no heating at home. During winter, I was frozen with chilblains all over my hands. If I put my hands on the stove to warm them, the itching from the chilblains would become even worse. I usually scratched until my hands oozed pus before stopping.
In high school, I studied desperately, hoping to escape this cold, unheated, damp city. Many years later, when I returned, I only felt that prices were cheap, and life was simple, slow, and happy.