My hometown,
A cozy cottage,
Spring, summer, fall and winter are her good friends,
Accompanying me to walk through one after another 365 days.
Spring,
your golden wildflowers bloom,
let me feel,
this world is so beautiful!
Summer,
You invited the sun in the sky,
melted the snow on the Tianshan Mountain,
snow water from the mountain down to irrigate ten thousand mu of farmland,
you make me feel,
summer is also cool,
fall,
a grain of grapes touch my taste buds,
a jujube written full of the world,
A jujube writes all over my stomach,
You let me know,
Autumn is very full.
In winter,
you put snow-white cotton in your clothes and pants,
you told me that winter is also very warm,
Ah!
My hometown,
You are beautiful and cool,
You are full and warm,
I will always be your child,
I will accompany you every day
Modern Poetry of My Hometown2The beauty of my hometown
The beauty of my hometown is the water of my hometown
The sun shines on the water in the lotus flower and sleeps in it in the morning
The gold beads and silver beads of my hometown are the most important thing. p>
Gold and silver beads in a string
The moon is falling towards the lake
The beauty of my hometown is the water in my hometown
My brother is sitting by the water, and the sound of the piano is intoxicating to the willow trees
My sister is busy with the laundry
Laughter is so clear and crisp
The beauty of my hometown is the soft water in my hometown
The most beautiful thing is the water in my hometown
The wind is blowing softly at the water's edge. The wind is blowing gently
The swallows are flying in the sky
Please come back soon if you are far away
The beauty of the hometown is the hometown's people
Every day, they sing songs, and every year, they are happy
One side of the water and soil is one side of the love
The root of the heart
The beauty of the hometown is the hometown
The beauty of the hometown is the soft water.
The wind is blowing gently at the water's edge
The swallows are flying in the sky
Please come back to us
The beauty of our hometown is the soft water of our hometown
The wind is blowing gently at the water's edge
The swallows are flying in the sky
The modern poetry of our hometown is the best way to make our hometown look like a place to live and enjoy the world.
I love my hometown,
I love the mountains and water of my hometown,
I love the soil and rocks of my hometown,
I love the grass and wood of my hometown,
I love my folks in my hometown,
Everything in my hometown,
I feel extraordinarily kind and warm.
I grew up sucking the milk of my hometown,
I ate the rice of my hometown as an adult,
and my hometown has the love of mother and son,
love of my hometown from the heart of the bone.
The old acacia tree at the head of the village,
is my childhood partner,
during the day I rode on the back of your pitchfork,
at night I sat under your crown,
Chang'e ran to the moon fairy tale of the gods,
it is here--
y imprinted into my heart. my heart.
All this,
How can I forget,
How can I not miss y,
How can a child dislike his mother's ugliness,
How can a child forget his mother's love--
The land in my hometown is extraordinarily fragrant and fresh,
and the water in my hometown is so beautiful and fresh.
Youth,
Turned into a flame reflecting the red earth and sky of your hometown,
Friends, dear friends,
Who doesn't love his hometown,
Who doesn't love his manor,
How will you dress up your mother,
How will you dress up the mother-in-law who raised you,
Tomorrow, ah, tomorrow.
Tomorrow, tomorrow,
we'll see,
Whose hometown is so colorful. Children's laughter in the school
In the factory, the song of steel flies with a resounding clang
In the bazaar, the sound of selling is rising and falling
In the square, the song and dance form a never-ending ocean
Rice-planting songs twisted out of the melody of the times
The small drums play out the music of the new period
Tai Chi pushes the mountain down to the sea
The speed skating wheels are under the foot Scenery
The wind ripples with joy everywhere
The rain is a refreshing sight
The place is industrious and busy
The place is joyful and auspicious
The surging heat waves are drumming up the sails of prosperity
Going on a long voyage
The beautiful hometown
Our paradise
The harmony of the wind blew into the chest of the earth.
And the countryside dances with more and more splendor
The old sheep lie comfortably on the hillside
Quietly guarding the spring lambs
The girl's song soars like petals in the sky
The young man runs on the road to prosperity
The children's reading voice is high and resonant
The time of happiness flows in the old man's
The grass is green and the flowers are fragrant
The grass is growing in waves
The bridges are flowing and the hills are verdant
It's a good time for spring
The motorcycles are chirping
The old cows are mooing and calling for a good life
The green trees cover the tiles and the red walls
Cooking smokes are rising in the morning light
The place is peaceful and harmonious. Here is serenity and harmony
Here is happiness and well-being
Golden wings ride magical dreams
Flying far away
Lovely hometown
Our paradise
The flag of happiness flutters in the sky of our hearts
The thoughts that we can't gather together are thus expanding continuously
For a hundred years, we have been searching for a way to find a way to get to the top and the bottom of the mountain
We have been searching for a way to get to the top and the bottom of the mountain, and we have been searching for a way to get to the top and the bottom of the mountain. p>
In pursuit of the ideal in our dreams
The hobbling steps have bent our spine
Folks have been wandering in the midst of hardship
For twenty years
This place is finally full of rain and sunshine
The centenarians have truly rejuvenated themselves
A new power has been nurtured
Developing the economy, attracting investment
The people of Hong Kong have been working hard for the past twenty years to develop the economy.
In the wind and rain, we are inseparable from you
In the advancement, you and I are growing up together
We are in the same boat and watching each other
The destroying of the Spring Bugu is singing in the morning sunlight
Loud and clear singing sows the hope of a good harvest
The beautiful reverie grows up in my heart
The road of well-being leads to a faraway place under my feet
The road of prosperity leads to a faraway place under my feet
The road of prosperity leads to a faraway place under my feet
The road of prosperity leads to a faraway place under my eyes
The red sun lights up the city and the countryside
I love my hometown
This is our paradise
Modern Poetry of Hometown5
The cicadas sang last night
The scent of rushes after the rain
The acacia blossoms in front of the house
The scent of the fallen flowers
The dream of the spring and the summer are carried
To a faraway place. The autumn is coming
Look at my hometown
The mountains are golden
The smell of rice fills the air
The moment the sweatdrops fall
The heart begins to fly
The mountain winds bend the persimmons in front of the door with a smile
The mountain springs sing incessantly
The smile of mountain dolls in the autumn sun is on the face of their harvest. The smile in the autumn sunshine
Zhang Yang
Autumn is coming
Look at my hometown
Crops into the granary
Daughter of the mountains
Backpack
Gently shake off the shoulders of the sunset
Out of the village wandering for thousands of years
Looking for
Spring's The fragrance of summer and the scent of lotus in autumn
Autumn has come
Looking at my hometown
The hills are strewn with blood-colored remnants of the sun
The maple leaves are scattered on the slopes
On the winding stone steps
The rustle of the fallen leaves
On the mountain road
An eighteen-month period of sending off the endless sorrow
The mountains are beautiful in the autumn, and they are the most beautiful place in the world, and the most beautiful place in the world.
Autumn is here
"One"
If you forget to wake up
I'd rather close my eyes first
Don't think about it
I've always been there by your side
With redundant words and deeds
I still want to make you understand that you're not the only one who can't see the world.
Still want you to understand
You are my overwhelm
Absentmindedness
Not my nature
Still want you to understand
The dream of charging forward
The devotion of charging forward
The principle of helplessness
The longing of returning
It's a different kind of scenery
< p> "Two"Dear you
No more
Suspicious and resentful looks
On the way back
It just happened
I just want to
Pull away from the subject
As a reminder
Of what happened. p> "Three"
Hush February's scissors
March's drizzle
April's kite
Charming not-so-charming excursions
Slightly charming flavor
Hard work are
Extra talk
Hush sharp plowshares
Warming figures
Early mornings of the year
Overall
Lovely seedlings
Years and years of blight and glory
All can be seen clearly
"Four"
It is undeniable
How can you talk about your hometown without feeling
The happiness of the Color
Diversity of love
Surging bloodline
Nurtured by high heaven and thick earth
Scratching drunken heart lake
Joyful fluttering
Overflowing with the river of willfulness
Immediate stirring
Quacking auspiciousness
Sculling ducks
Please collect on behalf of the
"Five"
After so many years
of saving up
How can I express myself fully
It's still the same thing
You know what
No, no, no
Where did the time go
A word of proof
Like a countryman
Like a countryman in the city
Painting the fuzzy things with imaginary colors
I miss my hometown, but I don't want to
Let it sink into the memories of the common man
I only miss the parts of my hometown: from the Nanling to the Beihai.
I only miss the parts of my hometown: from Nanling to Beihe, from Liuxingqiao
to Qinglian Factory (where a few
uncles of my family went to during the New Year's Eve, saying that there
were the ancestral graves of my old family)
I only miss my hometown where my mother would pick up the water in the early morning of a day, where there would be handmade pancakes, rice dumplings, and mooncakes, where there would be the old farmers in the orchard chasing down children who stole the peaches,
and where the old farmers would chase down the children who stole the peaches. Children
Home
I only miss my hometown
where "hometown" was transformed from a word
into a strip of land separated by a national highway
and a man pulling a trailer. Now
As I write, nostalgic for home
the man pulling the trailer has stopped working
as if he were a machine
as if he were a machine returning to the factory for an overhaul
waiting to be reborn
I've always been accurate in my own senses -
"In order to write an outdated piece of writing," he says, "I had to write a song that was out of date. p> "To write an outdated poem
That machine, along with nostalgia, has been overhauled for a whole year."
Modern Poetry of Hometown 8By the Danshui River
Rolling hills
Thousands of ravines
Beside the riverbank
In the valleys
Even the barren, thin soil
Your silhouette
Is spread wherever you go
Nanzhu (heath bamboo), moso bamboo, hydrargyrum (water bamboo), and tsitsuzum (bamboo)
In every household on both sides of the Danshui River
You are with us, and with me, and with you.
You formed a deep bond with the villagers
Bamboo tables, bamboo stools, bamboo chairs, bamboo beds
Along with my childhood
The past is like smoke, like the wind
It is gradually coming back to life in my mind
My mother and I are like shadows
I rocked the bamboo bed with my hands
As a baby, I was resident in the bed
I sucked my mother's breastmilk, and I was able to get to the bed.
From the time I learned to talk
to the time I learned to walk on the ground
to the time when my mother laughed and joked
to the time when I grew up to be like a slender bamboo
I remember
when my mother told me riddles
my father's head was puffy, and my mother's head was puffy
and when I gave birth to a fat, pointy child
at that time, I was poorly educated
and I had no knowledge.
I didn't have much knowledge
I blinked my eyes
I searched my mind
but I couldn't figure out what it was
but my mom told me
wow, it's you
you're the one who sees the bamboos every day
yes, the bamboos that are all over the mountains
are so green and full of life
and the bamboos are so full of life
that they are so full of life
and the bamboos that are all over the mountains
are so full of life.
Their long and slender bodies
are bursting into the morning mist
and their roots are intertwined
you are next to me
and I am squeezing you
smiling at the breeze's caresses
sucking in the nectar of the spring
I look at you
and think of you
and my mouth remembers you
and I cannot help but think of the following. I can't help but think of
the villagers along the Danshui coast
honest and unsophisticated
looking at you
thinking of you
muttering about you
your steadfastness
not afraid of hardship
never losing your fight
you're rooted in the rocky soil
your roots are intertwined
and you're now what we are today
the people of the Danshui.
You have to lay a good foundation
for the future
for the motherland
for the people
for a long time
Looking at the water and the bamboos
the greenness of the sky
I can't help but to think of the future
I've never been able to fight.
I can't stop thinking about it
Yes, you should be like me
You should be persistent
You should work hard
You should never lose
I can see the red sunshine in the sky
I can see the sea of greenery in front of my eyes
I see the beautiful scenery
The Danshui Cuizhu Bamboo
You are unforgettable
Your quality
You have been a great help to me.
I'm impressed by your qualities
Modern Poetry of Hometown 9
Humming the songs of childhood
Thinking of the longing for the first love
Always remembering the road of hometown when I'm lost
The road of hometown is full of memories
We have all our childhoods in our hands
And we have all our childhoods in our hands
We have all our childhoods in our hands. We left all our childhood memories there
Remember the trees on both sides of the road
And the big banyan tree by the schoolyard
Are there more kind homes on both sides of the road now
Sometimes
We don't forget to look back
Back to the road we've traveled before
Now the city surrounds us
And we've been in the city since we were born
We've been in the city since we were born.
Nowadays, we are surrounded by cities
Will we be able to be as prosperous as other cities one day
Will the neon lights at night be able to light up the whole village
When we were young, we lived in this village
There weren't so many people and there were no neon lights at night
But at that time, we lived a carefree life
When we grew up, we looked back and saw the paths that had already been taken
When we were older, we looked back at the paths that had already been taken
We looked back at the roads that had been taken.
As we grow up, we look back
The roads in our hometowns have changed a bit
There are snow-white concrete roads in front of our homes
Occasionally, when we return to our homes
We can still hear Auntie Jang next door and her husband bickering
Year after year, day after day
When will we be able to feel the roads in our hometowns
as we have experienced the changes of the times
? When will we be able to feel the roads of our hometowns
Those days
when we were always staring at the sky when no one else was around
Can we change our habits in these days
Even though the city surrounds us nowadays
When will our hometowns become the main roads of the city
Oh, our hometowns' roads have been documented with so much information
The roads of our hometowns have been the source of so much information
The roads of our hometowns have been documented with so much information.
It's a record of our childhood
Oh, the people of our hometown are so kind
They embrace all of us
When I was a child, my father taught me
I should be a useful person when I grow up
But who really knows
The road in my hometown is the last one we'll ever have to travel on
Oh, the road in my hometown is the last one we'll ever have to travel on
Oh, the road in my hometown is the last one we'll ever have to travel on
It's the first one we'll ever have to travel on.
The roads of our hometown are the last roads we'll ever take
Oh, the roads of our hometown!
Modern Poetry of Hometown 10I always think, in the dense atmosphere of my hometown
Looking up at the sky of the city
I always think. In the laboring fields
Let the music of street dance be the labor horn
I always think, whether the beautiful fountain
Can wash away the sweat and dust
I always think. City and Hometown
Why there is always a different harvest
The city is far away and I forget myself in my hometown
The hometown is very close but there is a kind of doubt in my mind
When the hometown becomes a memory in the city
In my dreams, I can always smell the smell of ripening wheat
The city is very close, but I can't always blend in with the city life
The city is very close, but I can't always blend in with the city life.
My hometown is far away, but I can't let go of its warmth
Walking at night in a city illuminated by neon lights
A kind of nostalgia drifts out from this city
My beloved hometown doesn't keep my footsteps
A strange city piles up my joys, little by little
When the land of the city is in full bloom
The fragrance of love spreads through the city's land
The city's land has become a place where the smell of wheat is ripened.
I use the passion of youth to wave the flag for this city
I use the color of life to add color to this city
Every time I take a break after a busy day, the hometown that gave birth to me and raised me
I look back and see the distant depths of the clouds
The city and the hometown are always on the second side of the wheel of time
The city and the hometown are always on the second side of the wheel of time
The city is always on the second side of the wheel of time.
Unusual stories, bonding the long journey of life
The city has opened up my eyes to my hometown
Hometown is also transformed by the city
The city has allowed wage earners to find self-confidence and show off their skills
Hometown is like a soft serenade that refreshes the soul.