Visiting my native land after a long time
Hello friends,
Today I want to share some memories of my native village ,I visited recently.
The place where you were born is not always your homeland. I was born in a city far away from here, but my family migrated to the Far East when I was very little. I have no recollection of those locations, the area where my life began. All of my memories revolve around this native place . It is my small motherland, in my opinion.
My family, friends, acquaintances, and favorite sites all draw me closer to this city. The motherland is the glue that binds us to the land.
I like your photography.