The moment Xiaoya and Sister Wang stepped into the exhibition hall, they felt as if they were enveloped by a warm current.

Colorful lights twinkled in the night sky, like stars, illuminating the entire exhibition hall.

Melodious music filled the air, its melody conveying the tranquility and harmony of Harbin. The air was filled with the enticing aromas of various authentic Harbin delicacies, making one's mouth water.

Xiaoya and Sister Wang strolled through the exhibition hall, where a dazzling array of handicrafts and delicacies characteristic of Harbin were on display.

Ice sculptures, snow sculptures, candied hawthorns, frozen pears... every exhibit exudes the unique atmosphere of Harbin.

Xiaoya and Sister Wang stopped from time to time to carefully examine the exquisite exhibits, feeling a strange sense of familiarity welling up inside them.

When they arrived at the "Hometown Memories" exhibition area, Xiaoya and Sister Wang were deeply attracted by the scene there.

The exhibition area displays some old objects and photos, each of which seems to carry a memory and story of the people of Harbin.

Xiaoya picked up a yellowed photo. The photo showed a family of three building a snowman in the snow.

She looked at the photo, tears welling in her eyes, as if she had returned to that carefree childhood.

The "Heartwarming Action" event organized by the Harbin Culture and Tourism Bureau was filled with Harbin's craftsmanship, allowing the people of Harbin to find corresponding fragments of their memories.

"Is this... really not a dream?" Xiaoya murmured to herself.

"Yes, I feel like I'm dreaming too." Sister Wang sighed heavily and said with a touch of emotion, "People outside always say that Harbin is not good to its own children, saying that our mother doesn't love us anymore. I used to feel a little uncomfortable about it, but now it seems that it's a complete misunderstanding! Harbin is our eternal hometown, and it is also the mother who deeply loves us."

Xiaoya and Sister Wang walked deeper into the area, sighing with emotion.

In the crowd, Xiaoya and Sister Wang saw a middle-aged woman tightly holding a little boy.

The little boy looked around curiously, his face full of wonder and longing.

He stared wide-eyed, as if trying to take in the entire exhibition hall, which was full of local flavor.

The little boy may not fully understand his mother's excitement and emotions, but at this moment, he felt the warmth and beauty of his hometown.

Tears welled in the woman's eyes as she gazed lovingly at everything around her, as if each exhibit stirred up deep-seated memories of her hometown.

She whispered to the little boy, "Look, baby, this is a special exhibition from our hometown, Harbin. Look, this is Northeast soybean paste that every household in Harbin makes. Grandma sends it to you every year, do you remember?"

The little boy nodded. He vaguely remembered the taste of the soybean paste his grandmother had sent him—its rich and unique aroma made him want to try it. He took his mother's hand and walked to the display case, carefully examining the jar of soybean paste.

At the same time, several elderly people with white hair walked over, supporting each other.

Their faces are etched with the marks of time, but at this moment they are smiling like children.

One of the elderly men excitedly pointed to the exhibits in the exhibition hall and said, “I haven’t been back to Harbin for five or six years. I’ve been helping my children take care of their grandchildren in Shanghai. I’m getting old and my health isn’t what it used to be, so I can’t make the long journey back. I never expected that the Harbin Culture and Tourism Bureau would ‘move’ Harbin to Shanghai, allowing this old man to feel the warmth of his hometown again.”

The old man's voice was filled with emotion and pride, as if he had returned to his familiar hometown and the wonderful times he spent with his relatives and friends.

The little boy listened intently, his eyes sparkling with curiosity and longing.

He had never been to Harbin, but the old man's description made him feel as if he were in that beautiful world. He couldn't wait to learn more about Harbin's stories.

So, the little boy took his mother's hand, walked up to the old man, and asked with a face full of curiosity, "Grandpa, is having a snowball fight really that fun? What does snow look like?"

The old man looked at the little boy's curious face and nodded with a smile.

He began to recount more of his memories of the Ice City. He described its unique snowscapes: the silver-clad earth, the glistening tree branches, and the ancient buildings covered in snow, all exuding a captivating charm.

He also mentioned the local delicacies of Harbin, such as steaming hot Northeast soybean paste, sweet and delicious candied hawthorn, and other special snacks that can only be enjoyed in winter.

The old man's story captivated the little boy, who felt as if he were already in that beautiful ice city.

The little boy blinked, seemingly able to imagine himself having a snowball fight in the snow, feeling the coolness and softness of the snowflakes falling on his face.

The mother listened quietly to the old man's story, a gentle smile on her face.

She felt as if she had been transported back to her familiar hometown, back to the wonderful times she spent with her family.

The mother gently stroked the little boy's head, her eyes filled with longing and emotion for her hometown, wanting to find an opportunity to return to Harbin for a visit.

Visitors to the exhibition hall were drawn to the old man's story. They stopped to listen, or chatted with each other, sharing their memories and feelings about their hometown.

At this moment, the "Heartwarming Action" organized by the Harbin Culture and Tourism Bureau is not only a platform for cultural display, but also a bridge connecting hometown and distant places.

Here, people found a shared sense of belonging and warmth, and rediscovered their familiar yet unfamiliar hometown.

As more and more people from Harbin arrived, the atmosphere grew increasingly lively. They gathered together, sharing their experiences in Shanghai. They talked about the scenery, food, and culture of their hometown, as if they had returned to their familiar Harbin.

Qin Zi'an moved through the crowd, his gaze gentle yet firm. He frequently chatted with his fellow villagers, sharing the changes and development of their hometown. A warm smile always graced his face, giving people a sense of kindness and comfort.

He knew that this "heartwarming event" was not just a simple cultural and tourism activity, but also an exchange of emotions and a communication of hearts...