Find out the sentences in the article that describe Su Wu's longing for his hometown and longing for his return.

1. Zhang Kangkang's hometown is far away.

I always feel like a wanderer.

For decades, I have been wandering around the world. I have walked through fields, cities and many places.

Where is the land I come from? My hometown, where is my hometown?

I don't know.

/kloc-left Hangzhou at the age of 0/9. Xizi Lake, full of water and mountains, is my birthplace. Luoshe, a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, is my grandmother's home 0/00 miles away from Hangzhou/KLOC.

However, I am just a passer-by in Hangzhou, and my ancestral home is in Xinhui, Guangdong. I didn't go back to my hometown in Guangdong with my parents until I was 30.

There are emerald rivers, dense sugarcane forests and mysterious and quiet banyan island in my hometown. At sunset, I saw white storks with big wings and long necks hovering back to their nests. The sky was covered with huge banyan trees and birds were singing. That is the world-famous bird of paradise. Xinhui county is a sunflower town in the world. On the green water waves by the river, strings of slender boats are full of fragrant laurel leaves, which are heavy and gone with the water. ...

But my hometown belongs to me, but I have no sense of garden. Nobody knows me, and I don't really know anyone. I can't even speak a complete and authentic hometown. My father and I, who left home in our early years, are like outcasts in exile, looking for and identifying with the roots left by this land in a strange local accent.

Dreams often appear in the lotus pond in the south of the Yangtze River. There are purple and sweet mulberries in the green mulberry field in spring, golden pomelo in autumn, glutinous rice balls and dried fish in sauce in winter hanging all over the hall for the New Year, and a pot of delicious cooked taro. ...

Summer vacation and winter vacation, take a small steam boat to my grandmother's house in Luoshe Town. There is a big stone bridge in the east of the town. In summer, many naked children jump into the river from the dock. This river is connected with the vast Luoshe ocean. I used to wash rice under the bridge. The bamboo basket was wet, and when it was fished out of the water, a small fish jumped on the pearl-white rice. ...

Grandma has passed away. Grandma left with her hometown. Actually, grandma is not from Zhejiang. I heard that my grandmother's ancestors were from Danyang, Jiangsu, and I don't know when she moved to Deqing Luoshe. I also heard that Luoshe was called Luoshe because there was a Luoyang immigrant's house in the early years. From this perspective, it is also difficult to verify the ancestral home of grandparents. What is my hometown, the Jiangnan town I dream of?

Therefore, there is a faint separation and suspicion about Hangzhou, which gave birth to me and raised me. Naturally, I like the tenderness and indifference of the West Lake, the green grass and intoxicating smiling flowers in the botanical garden in spring, the bamboo forest and the lush camphor tree in winter ... but they are just ribbons and decorations on my cradle. I admire them and praise them, but they despise me.

Where the hell am I from?