That was the road you traveled yesterday, and it is still as dusty today.
That is the scenery that was once seen, and it is still as beautiful today.
I have been sad for a long time in a corner, because that is my native land and home.
Thinking is a road without end,
Thinking for a long time,
Thinking is just inverted on one side,
Walking can be for a long time,
Seeing is just far away from the sky of the clouds,
Just like this walking on the road of no one,
The smell of home from afar,
The sound of home in the distance,
The smell of home from afar,
The smell of home from afar,
The smell of home from afar. >
The sound of home echoes and echoes in the distance,
Love her,
not because of her beauty,
more is that waiting for a long time feelings.
I hope you are satisfied~~
2. Modern Poetry Describing the Development and Prosperity of My HometownI stand behind the small town of Wen'an
I look up to her
Like a flower
No, like a leaf
No, more like a bird
One wing is in the town of Xincheng
And one is in the town of Zuogezhuang
I What is it
At least it can't be her stone
It can't be her appendix
A man who wakes up early
Let the imagination lead
The golden sunlight applauds
The whole town has risen into the mid-air
I want to be a thick feather of the roc in my hometown
(a)
This winding road,
How can it be so long,
so that the little me, can never go to the end of the road.
When I was a child, I always complained,
This closed and crowded town,
How could it be so small,
So that I could never see the end of the sky.
When I was a child, I wanted to fly,
I always felt that my wings were bound by affection,
I always felt that my dreams were sealed in love,
I was always impatient.
When I was growing up, the road and water in my hometown
could only be remembered in my dreams.
The lights of the city are very bright,
but the one that belongs to me is missing.
The sky of the city is very wide,
but the only thing missing is a pair of wings to protect me from the wind and rain.
The long way back home, now that I think about it,
is like a silk thread,
tied up with the wandering heart of the wanderer.
In the cold night,
the thoughts,
to the forest,
to the farmland.
With cornstalks in hand,
I'm playing hide-and-seek,
and playing with children.
The north wind blows,
snowflakes float,
happy.
Luangya Mountain,
is my hometown,
my cradle.
Ten miles of golden beach,
Ten miles of peach blossom garden.
The wind and the rain,
How many years?
The hardest thing to forget is the summer vacation:
Under the shade of the trees,
catching cicadas.
In the pond:
Playing with each other in the water,
picking the lotus.
By the sea:
In the face of the waves,
Sailing,
Swinging the fishing boat.
In the fishing song:
At night,
I do not want to return.
How much do you wish for in your dreams?
Looking at my hometown,
I have a longing for it.
The scenery of my hometown is good,
and the water in my hometown is sweet.
When will you be triumphant?
The laughter of the people is so clear
The beauty of our hometown is the soft water of our hometown
The wind blows gently on the water's edge
The swallows fly in the sky
Please come back to us soon
The beauty of our hometown is the people in our hometown
Every day, they sing songs, and every year, they are happy
The people in our hometown are so happy
Every day, they sing songs, and every year, they are happy
The people in our hometown are so beautiful.
A place of water, a place of love
A root in the heart
The beauty of our hometown
The beauty of our hometown is the soft waters of our hometown
The winds blowing gently on the water's edge
The swallows in the sky fly softly
Come back to us from far away
The beauty of our hometown
The beauty of our hometown
The beauty of our hometown is the soft waters of our hometown
The beauty of our hometown is the soft waters of our hometown.
The most beautiful is the soft water of the hometown
The wind is blowing gently at the water's edge
The swallows in the sky are flying leisurely
3. What are the famous quotes and ancient poems about the changes in the hometown1. I think some people are born in a certain place can be said that they have not got the right place. Chance has thrown them into a random environment, and they have been pining for a place where they don't know where they are located. --The Moon and Sixpence
2. The places I can't reach are called far away, and the world I can't go back to is called home, but what I've been longing for is farther away than far away.
3. In the mind and heart of a person, the color of the place where he was born cannot be erased, just like speaking with a native accent. --LaRochefoucauld
4. My eyes can no longer see the place where I was born and raised; it is my destiny to suffer innocently. The eagle owl on the rooftop hoots, and rings through the jungle, and my heart groans with sadness, where I was never meant to be. --Dostoevsky
5, home is swept away, far and near the reason is also the same. I've been in pain for a long time, and I've been in pain for five years. --Du Fu
6, the devil in hell or the evil people in the world, can not prevent me from returning to my hometown. --The Complete Sherlock Holmes Mysteries
7, a quiet night, floating thoughts, miss my hometown, miss my relatives, miss my friends! --Ma Yun
8. If the mountains and rivers do not shine again, I vow not to return to my hometown. --Lin Yutang
9, white clouds are the snowy mountains of the sky; the blue sky is the ocean of the sky; the sun is the lava of the sky; the haze is the coal mines of the sky; the star clusters are the cities of the sky; the meteors are the vehicles of the sky; and everything in the sky can only be looked at from a distance, so the sky is the hometown of fantasy. --Gu Cheng
10, Jiangnan Jiangbei old hometown, thirty years a dream. --Li Yu
4. Modern Poems Describing the Development and Prosperity of HometownsI stood behind the small town of Wen'an and looked up at her like a flower no, like a leaf no, more like a bird one wing in Xincheng one wing in Zuoguozhuang what am I at least not her stones not her appendix an early awakening let the imagination lead a golden The sunlight applause of the whole small town has risen to the mid-air I want to be a hometown of this roc a thick feather (a) When I was a child, I always suspected that the winding road ah, how can be so long, so that the small me, never go to the end of the road.
When I was a child, I always complained that the closed and crowded towns ah, how can be so small, so that I can never see the end of the day. When I was a child, I wanted to fly, but I always felt that my wings were bound by affection, and I always felt that my dreams were sealed in the care, and I was always very impatient.
When I grew up, the road and water in my hometown were only memorized in my dreams.
The city lights are very bright, but the only one that is missing is the one that belongs to me.
The sky of the city is very wide, but the only thing missing is a pair of wings to protect me from the wind and rain.
The city of my hometown, if the cover if the shed, is the eternal refuge of the traveler's heart (2) The years have been cold, the hometown is idle. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The corn stalks in hand, hide and seek, play with the children. The wind is blowing from the north, the snowflakes are floating, the joy is leisurely.
Luangya Mountain, is my hometown, my cradle. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on some of the most popular products and services in the world.
The first time I've ever seen this, I've seen it in my life, and I've seen it in my life. Inside the pond, we played with each other and picked lotus flowers.
By the sea: facing the waves, raising the sails, swinging the fishing boat. In the fishing song: to the night, do not think about it.
How much do you want to dream? The first thing you need to do is to look at your hometown, and you'll be able to see it in your mind's eye. The scenery of the hometown is good, and the water of the hometown is also sweet.
When will the triumph come? The most beautiful thing about our hometown is the soft hometown water. The wind blows gently at the water's edge, and the swallows in the sky fly leisurely, so please come back soon.
5. There are poems in praise of the development of the new countryside in your hometownFor you, please refer to: Hometown New Countryside Praise Poem In the middle of the Jiuling Mountain Range in northwest Gan, there is a "pleasant" and "rich" place, that is the "Top Ten Bamboo Hometowns of China", which is the "Top Ten Bamboo Hometowns of China", the "Top Ten Bamboo Hometowns of China". "China's top ten bamboo hometowns" - "Yifeng" - "lovely and charming hometown by the spirit of a tycoon" - "Yixi" is its bloodline - "Guanshan" is its high-powered green treasure trove. "The green treasure house "Guanshan" is its high-energy internal organs. National highway "320" and "Changtong Expressway" run east to west through the county. The people of the old region dream of Buddhist resorts Zen ancestor of "Dongshan", "Huangpi" famous in the world "Cao Dong", "Linji", "the originator of the Buddhist world "Buddhist ancestor of the world for the clan, the hometown of the idyllic poet Tao Yuanming is also located in the eastern part of the county, the diamond-shaped 1935 square kilometers of fertile land dotted with six townships (including forestry) eight towns and two reclamation farms 300,000 sons and daughters of hard-working hands to build a beautiful home, the countryside, the accent of the different customs, but there is the same old-fashioned warm-hearted, "small Nanjing" known as "Nanjing", "the world's largest city", "the world's largest city", "the world's most famous city", "the world's largest city". "Tianbao" known as the "small Nanjing" ushered in new opportunities high-speed hub to catalyze dramatic changes in the deep mountains of the town's reputation Ancient village people inherited the ancient culture of the village to show the humanities of the state style The former "Ridge" collection of the elements of the times to write new chapters The old town of "Tanshan" is a "civilized village and town" with a record *** creation Advocating industrial strength and forestry to revitalize the hometown Old trees and new flowers have a new charm to welcome guests from all over the world "Big Tanshan" is a great masterpiece Tomorrow will be richer and stronger "Changtong Highway" to bring "Tongan" opportunities and prosperity Buddhist ancestor "Dongshan" beautiful scenery to welcome guests from all sides "Taiping The Taipinggang Cultural Site reveals the history of an ancient civilization Ancient Porcelain Township Blessed with Talents and People Tong'an Porcelain Clay Mines Promote the Economic Takeoff of Huaqiao Kiwifruit Wine Industry Endures to Create the "Kiwifruit City" Kiwifruit Wine Industry" has long been known as the "Hometown of Kiwifruit" Agriculture and Forestry make full use of wood and bamboo resources Cangsang "Lu Ban Fang" Chinese civilization has been renewed Famous as the origin of "Black Gold". The town of Tangpu, a famous source of black gold, has been a breadbasket for the ancient city of Kangle. Protecting resources and changing mindsets have attracted footwear giants to the area, and construction is progressing like fire, constantly renewing the splendor of the past. Plywood, furniture, and transportation industries are the pillars of the rising "Chengtang," and the development of various industries is on the way to prosperity. The emerging transportation industry has made "Xinzhuang" a happy place. The rich mineral resources of the rise of "Wanguo Mining Group" agriculture, forestry, animal husbandry, fisheries and comprehensive development of all industries is worthy of the hometown of the eastern gate of a dazzling pearl "summer cloth township" relying on the advantages of the national highway to accelerate the development of the town of "Shi Shi". "Shishi Town" shows Yifeng's name card and shapes its window image. Grocery, poultry, fish, hogs, and many other industries are all working together to strengthen the town's industry, and the call of the town resounds on both sides of the Jinjiang River. How many Tianyin Cave and ancient rock burials have been left behind? The "Xiangyuan Duck" and "Dafeng Reservoir" remind us of "Fangxi". Sericulture, firecrackers, and fruit industry show the local characteristics of plywood industry. The forest and water conservancy industry has brought endless wealth, growing township enterprises, developing forest and bamboo products and ceramics, green industry, green homes, hardworking mountain people, and the sincere use of resources to build nests and reservoirs to attract phoenixes. "Forestry resources heaven-sent wealth with the added advantage of the guest nationality style without changing the accent to work together to build their hometown "Linji" ancestral home "Huangpi" immortal mountain blessed with a smile to welcome guests from near and far "Guanshan Reserve "Primitive forests, natural heritage, wonderful scenery, green treasure trove of paradise, "Shuangfeng Forest," the original ecological simplicity of the people in the sea of bamboo, "Water Meizi," pure vegetables, the world's most delicious flavor, all over the world of the mountain treasures of the health of the natural picking by you. Taste "Qiaoxi" relying on the county to support the pillar of industry urban and rural integration of agriculture and business together in the road to the new countryside, the new face of the small buildings and villas towering city girls compete for marriage in the countryside groom when the cadres were decentralized to their second hometown of "Shihuajian Reclamation" unforgettable passionate burning years to put the The story of the moving porcelain base paper old workshop left the footprints of the Sun Ridge "Garden in the sky" as beautiful as a fairyland suspected that the world is unparalleled "Huanggang Mountain Settlement" revitalized and developed and prosperous "Tan Xin Square "Sophisticated style people Shengchang Pharmaceutical base "Huatai" reputation of a new agricultural, industrial and commercial integration of enterprises in the sky "Xinchang" old streets show a new face among the modern city of a river on both sides of the river to paint a picturesque view of the people's well-being Parks and plazas all over the city have their own characteristics, and the green corridor of Yixi Avenue is full of pedestrians. The industrial park opens its doors to attract investment and visitors from all over the world, and "Yingtian" cars are driven to all corners of the world and become famous in cities and towns. Glass, ceramics and lead-zinc battery industries have boosted the GDP, and the "Eagle Beauty" is the most important industry in the world, "Xinxing" to create a myth to benefit the local history of the change reflects the progress and development of the times the footsteps of the new century has renewed the vitality of the ancient city Forgive me for my poor pen can not write the hometown beauty and great change because she is really perfect and unparalleled.
Sweet and sour. Tears and smiles At this moment, I feel that no matter whether it was bitter or sweet, it is a melodious song in my memory, like a clear spring The road in my hometown carries the load of my yesterday Yesterday's me in rags Running with the wind on the dirt road full of weeds Chasing the spring with a smile on my face 2. The rain in my hometown must have washed away a clean village, and the waves of wheat rolled over in the dreams of the townspeople, and smoke rose from the eaves of a house among the green trees, and I imagined climbing up the hills of my hometown, and my father sat on the door of the old house and wiped the fatigue from his forehead with the back of his hand and lit a dry cigarette, and squinted to watch as the raindrops on the eaves of the house continued to fall, merging together to form a joyful stream, flowing out into the lush green fields. In front of the door, on a thick apricot tree, a donkey was chewing the grass, and the donkey brayed, and the donkey brayed, and a white rabbit brayed, like snow.
1, hometown road days away from home night hometown road always in the moment of closing the eyes to the thoughts, and memory lingering hometown road sprinkled with my childhood sadness and happiness. The road is filled with the sorrows and joys of my childhood, the sweet and the sour.
Tears and smiles, but now I feel that no matter whether it was once bitter or sweet, in the memory is a melodious song, like a clear spring, the road in the hometown, carrying my yesterday, yesterday's rags, running with the wind, running along the dirt road full of weeds, chasing after a smiling spring, 2, thinking of the hometown in the rain, the rain, the rain, the rain, the rain that falls from the sky into a line, as if the traveler's thoughts are not cut off, the rain of the hometown. The rain in my hometown must have washed a clean village again, and the waves of wheat rolled over in the dreams of the townspeople. I imagined climbing up the hills of my hometown, and my father sitting on the door of the old house, wiping the fatigue off his forehead with the back of his hand, lighting a dry cigarette, and squinting to see the raindrops on the roof of the house merging together to form a joyful stream that flowed out into the lush green fields. On the almond tree in front of the house, a donkey was chewing the grass, and I don't know which donkey brayed, but this donkey brayed too, and a white rabbit, as white as snow, suddenly jumped past me, stopped, and ran into the grass, and some chickens ran out of the grass, squawking, and one of them, with his neck outstretched, swallowed a worm, and a familiar sound made me look at the intersection, and my skinny mother, who had been driving her piglets, was walking towards the house, and she said, "I'm missing home. The song of homesickness is a melodious, melodious, melodious song for missing my hometown On deep nights, when the moon is high and the stars are blinking, and a wisp of cloud is cut by the breeze, on nights like this, I sing softly with my homesick heart about my lovely, beautiful hometown, with blue skies, white clouds, green mountains, and green water, and the golden waves of wheat must have started rolling again, and you can see the smiles on the corners of the townspeople's mouths, and you can sleep peacefully tonight. When I wake up, perhaps my father's donkey with a whip will have brought me some more hope My hometown, my poetry My hometown, a village lying in a ravine I'll use the pen in my hand to blend my thoughts with my heart and write a poem to praise you My hometown, my hometown, in the spine of the rolling hills, in the streams meandering in the ravines, in the moonlight, the lights glowing with yellow, and in the wind, the wind lifting the corners of the night's curtain, the day is a dream of the mountain people. How many times in a traveler's dream have thoughts of home drifted down like the flying dust in the late night in the hometown? The sound of the wind, birds, chickens, and tractors knocked the traveler out of his dream, and the sunlight slanted through the window, and the sound of birdsong and children's laughter echoed in the springtime as he stepped out of the wooden fence-like gate.
Look at the light wind chasing the spring running in the blue sky micro clouds waving snow-white long sleeves to cheer for the spring green wheat seedlings in the hillside spread carpet hope of poetry in the hometown on the ground tumbling village side, the children holding apricot blossoms, pear blossoms, peach blossoms playful adults scolded the children will be scared of the spring away You see. A flock of birds on the old acacia tree, amidst the adults' scolding, fluttered their wings and soared towards the west where the sun travels 8 Hometown, hometown, hometown, hometown, where I was born and raised Every night when I was wandering in a foreign land, my dreams were haunted by your image The winding mountain road left behind every footprint of my growing up, witnessing the growth of a boy from a mountain village, witnessing the slow development of a mountain village The green fields along the road rolled in waves in the spring breeze. The green fields by the mountain road, rolling in the spring breeze, are like the hopes of the townspeople floating towards the faraway land of their dreams, and the mountain beams connected to the fields continue to the faraway land of their dreams, and the peaks disappearing in the sky, are the mountains that the grandchildren have been looking towards with great expectation for generations, and the loess houses lying underneath them, with their rough, calloused hands, stroking their children and grandchildren's childish faces, and the willows and poplars surrounding the houses, and the smoke from the cooking fires, are moving to the faraway land of their wishes, and are moving towards the faraway land of their dreams. With the wishes of the townspeople, the smoke from the cooking fires drifts up to the blue sky, and the cries of the sheep and cows awaken the homesick wanderer in his dreams, who taps out a few lines of poetry on his keyboard, and quietly flows like the river in his hometown. My hometown is over there, over there are my hometowns, where the grasses on the mountains flutter with the wind, and where the beautiful ponds and fields below the mountains are fragrant with the scent of the green field. In summer, there are green leaves overflowing cool fall continuous rain water can not cool lover's heart winter snow without traces but can not be buried young people impulsive feelings The mountain side has my hometown Drift endless cooking smoke flow not.