My hometown i a remote but very beautiful place.
A mall hill named Donghan i located in the city center covered by lot of lofty tree reaching the ky. Several pavilion and temple are haded by thoe tree. When a gut of wind i blowing over, they are eagerly howing their beautie at every poible moment.
Jut the downward of Donghan Hill there i a vat lake named Shihu where endle bluih wave are urging and hundred of eagull are a flying a inging.
The lake firmly hold the hill jut like a mother affectionately embracing her baby into her broad breat.
In between the hill and lake, there i a treet preading from eat to wet.
One day in May of 1949, the PLA (People’ Liberation Arm) liberated our town and et up new adminitrative organization. Thi treet wa divided into 3 portion and named after Democracy, Liberation and Victory repectively.
Among them, Liberation Street wa in downtown area with commercial properity. Lot of mart buine men and artificer were gathering there.
My family wa ettled down there too and accompanied by our neighbor. Mot of them were killful craft mater, who had promoted the booming of our community with their hard work and widom and had compoed an arduou chronicle of our ociety.