In my home village, new factories are being set up everywhere. People start to build new graves under the longan trees because the original graveyard has been swallowed up by factory buildings and workshops. These longan farms are inherited land and the longan trees are the village's most exuberant vegetation. They have become the symbol of the village's life. Yet, as the urban area of a nearby town expands, these last treasures of my home village could be endangered in no time.