Last Friday I went back to my hometown. It was a pleasant experience. In fact, going to hometown is pleasing all the time, and every time I can find kind of change there, so it was this time. Mother showed her love for me as usual She kept busy preparing food for me, making bed for me, asking how I get along outside. I just told her I was OK. She is getting old. Apprently her movements are a little slower than before. She told me again and again:"I am old and useless!" An old man passed away the same day I went back. With funeral music lingering in the village, Mother sighed for a long while over that:"How light life is!"          A picture I took with my cell phone in my hometown on last Saturday morning is enclosed as following .