Douyuan, Fuqing, grandmother’s house, a small fishing village located at the south side of Fuzhou. Two hours’ drive, the homesickness of fathers’ became nostalgia. The love for the hometown is not only due to the love of the loved ones, but also the beautiful memory of the taste of a bowl of soup from the elders. The fishing village has developed rapidly, as if all the things from the past are not worth remember. The township remains the same, but the village has become more and more strange. I hope that such an object can bare the common memories of the villagers, to record the joy and sadness of each villager, and the deep feeling of the hometown.