1. You come from your hometown, you should know about your hometown. In the coming days, before the window, will the cold plums blossom? (Wang Wei: "Various Poems") 2. Children don't know each other when they see each other, they laugh and ask where the guest came from. (He Zhizhang: "An Occasional Book on Returning to the Countryside") 3. The voice and letters outside the mountain are cut off after winter and spring. I don't dare to ask the people who are coming from my hometown. (Song Zhiwen: "Crossing the Han River") 4. Beyond the green mountains, in front of the green water. The tide is flat, the wind is blowing, the sail is hanging. The sun is still shining on the sea, the river is still in its old age. Where can I send a letter to my hometown? The geese are returning to Luoyang. (Wang Wan: "Under the Sub-Beigu Mountain") 5. It has only been seven days since spring, but two years since I left home. After I return to the geese, I think of my hair in front of the flowers. (Xue Daoheng: "Thinking of Returning Home on the Day of Man") 6. The light of the bright moon in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Looking up at the moon, thinking of my hometown. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thoughts") 7. Whose jade flute flies secretly, scattering into the spring breeze all over Luo Cheng. I heard the broken willow in the song of this night, and I can't remember the love of my hometown. (Li Bai: "Hearing the Flute in Luocheng on a Spring Night") 8. It's been ten frosts since I stayed in Jinzhou, and I remember Xianyang day and night. I crossed the Sanggan water for no reason, but I hoped that Binzhou is my hometown. (Liu Soap: "The Journey to Shuo Fang") 9. The garrison drums break one's journey, and the sound of geese is heard on the border. The moon is bright in my hometown. The moon is bright in my hometown. All my brothers are scattered, and I have no home to ask about my life and death. I have no family to ask if they are dead or alive. I can't send a letter to you, but I'm not sure if I've rested my army yet. (Du Fu: "Remembering My Brother in the Moonlit Night").
2. Ancient poems about Minqin1. I'm not sure if I'll be able to find the right place for me to go. (Wang Wei: "Miscellaneous Poems"
2. The children don't know each other, and they ask where the guests come from. (He Zhizhang: "A Book of Returning to the Countryside")
3. The sound and letters of the countryside have been cut off through the winter and spring. I don't dare to ask them. (Song Zhiwen: "Crossing the Han River"
4. The road is beyond the green hills, the boat is in front of the green water. The tide is flat, the wind is blowing, the sail is hanging. The sun is still shining on the sea, the river is still in its old age. Where can I send a letter to my hometown, the geese are returning to the edge of Luoyang. (Wang Wan: "Under the Sub-Beigu Mountain")
5. It is only seven days since the spring, but it has been two years since I left home. After the return of the geese, I think of my hair before the flowers. (Xue Daohang: "Thinking of Returning Home on the Day of Man")
6. The light of the bright moon in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. When I raise my head to look at the moon, I think of my hometown. (Li Bai: "Silent Night Thoughts")
7. Whose jade flute flew in the dark, scattered into the spring breeze all over Luo Cheng. I heard the willow in the song of this night, and I can't recall the love of my hometown. (Li Bai: "Hearing the flute in the city of Luocheng on a spring night")
8. It has been ten frosts since I stayed at the guest house in Beijing, and I remember Xianyang day and night. I have crossed the Sanggan River for no reason, but I hope that Binzhou is my hometown. (Liu Soap: "Journey to Shuo Fang")
9. The drums of the garrison break the line of people, the sound of geese on the border in the fall. The moon is bright in my hometown. The moon is bright in my hometown. All my brothers are scattered, and I have no home to ask about my life and death. I have no family to ask if they are alive or dead. I can't send a letter to you, but I'm not sure if I've rested yet. (Du Fu: "Remembering My Brother on a Moonlit Night")
3. Poems about Minqin DesertMy hometown is Minqin in Gansu Province, an oasis set in the desert. It has beautiful scenery and abundant produce.
In the city, there is a wide and long asphalt road, on both sides of the road, green trees, flowers in full bloom; there are beautiful desert parks and new cultural squares; a high-rise buildings rise up, standing in a high place to see, the whole city is full of green trees, everywhere is the building.
Minqin has many specialties: there are sweet sand dates, red chili peppers, sweet and delicious Yellow River honeydew melon, full of black melon seeds, big and round onions ......
Ah! Hometown is so beautiful! I love my hometown, and I love the hard-working and kind-hearted people in my hometown even more. With them, I believe that the future of the hometown will be more beautiful
4. Poetry in praise of MinqinThe hot sun mercilessly burned black your strong body,
The years gradually whitened your dark hair
Cockcrowing roused you to do a sound dream
Dusk urged you to return to both familiar and strange home
How many times in your unintentional change and change
But you always pay attention to the crops that grow up under your care
You don't have a heart like the sea
You don't have a heart like the mountains
I'm going to praise you
Because you push the motherland forward
You don't have a flower like a flower
You don't have a pine like a pine
You don't have a flower like a pine like a pine.
I want to praise you
Because you have created a warm home for poultry
Your industriousness and simplicity reflect the beauty of nature
Your loyalty and honesty have touched all things
You are the lovely farmer
The lovely farmer will be my eternal concern
I am the son of a farmer
I love my mom and dad dearly. I love my mom and dad
They are part of hundreds of millions of peasants
It's not luxury that runs in their blood
I'm proud to be a peasant
Because peasants' footsteps are all over the sky
I'll write a poem in praise of you - the lovely peasant
> Because the countryside is my warm home
My heart goes out to the people in the Yushu earthquake zone
My cheeks are wet with tears
May the dead rest in peace, and the living mourn
The light of the Chinese ****productivity party's love has been spread all over the world
I'm going to write a poem in praise of you, the lovely peasant. You will always be the lighthouse of the motherland
5. There is a song about Minqin in Gansu Province, and one of the lyrics is "hardworking Minqin people, brave Minqin people"Hardworking Minqin people
Lyrics: Zhang Xiongwen
We are hardworking Minqin people
We are courageous Minqin people
In the face of the infinite Yellow Desert
We have to face the wild sand and the dust.
We are the brave people of Minqin, facing the endless yellow desert, facing the wild sandstorms
With our feet on the lost Qingtu Lake
Looking forward to the dry Shiyang River
Visiting the deep dry wells
Guarding the old thatched huts
Praying to the Suwu Temple
Listening to the sound of the weeping camels
Attaching ourselves to the love of the Huangtu that we have nurtured
Weaving the lonely poplar forests
Building a new forest to protect the poplar forests, and building the new forests, and building the new forests to protect the poplar forests.
Building a new home to survive
Shouting to the sky
Shouting
Hardworking Minqin people
Brave Minqin people
Planting trees to fight against the sand and the desert
Building greenhouses to fight against the drought
People with great talent
Kind Minqin people
Fighting against the desert
Daring to fight against the desert and the drought
The people who are the best of us all
The people of the world
The people of China are the most important in the world. The desert
Dare to fight against drought
Watering the golden wheat fields
Cultivating the snow-white cotton fields
Cultivating the emerald green poplar forests
Harvesting the bright red chili peppers
The Yellow River honey which is sweet to the core of your heart
The famous black melon seeds
Sunflowers welcoming the sunshine
The apple pears with a sweet fragrance
The apple pears with an attractive fragrance
The apple pears with an attractive fragrance
The apple pears with an attractive taste
The apple pears with an attractive taste
Crystal clear vineyard
Crisp and sweet red date palm
Bountiful potato and fennel onion
Returning to the policy is good, we are thankful
We have to be thankful
Industrious Minqin people
Courageous Minqin people
Fighting against the sand, planting trees and forests
Fighting against the drought. Building greenhouses
Minqin's outstanding people
Minqin's kind people
Harvesting the fruits of their hard work
Enjoying the joy of a good harvest
6. Poems about the desertThe scaffolding of the skyscrapers is even taller than the moon
Walking along the black streets, there is no moonlight to illuminate the streets
The light poles are very skinny, and there are no nests for the birds on them
The streetlights are very thin and there is no light on them.
The streetlights are dim, like blue phosphorescent flames on the graves
The subway, the mall, the buses, the grains of quicksand, one after the other
The bipeds are the main attraction of the desert
Their claws dance with bestial cruelty
The black blood flows out of the corners of the fledglings' mouths
The ghosts are like black bats
Flying over the desert
The desert is a place for the birds to fly.
Skeletons and skeletons dressed in fancy clothes
Flying in the dark and distant grottoes
The autumn wind is cold, and yellow apricot leaves are falling all over the walls of the academy
Autumn rains are cold, and obese rats hide in the Taoist temple
Dancing on the Tao Te Ching of Lao Tzu
Flying skies are bawling in the dark grottoes
Home town of Minqin
Thousands of years old, the houses of Minqin
are the most important houses of the countryside, and they have been the most popular ones in China for many years. Minqin
The thousands of miles of the Hexi Corridor, anciently the main thoroughfare of the Silk Road, and now the throat of the Asia-Europe Continental Bridge, is an extremely important strategic position.
Minqin ---- my hometown. This is difficult to find on the map of China in the northwest of the small county, is located in the northeast of the Hexi Corridor, like a wedge set in the Tengger and Badan Jilin desert between the two major, known as China's northern thousands of miles of wind and sand on the line of the "bridgehead".
In the past 20 years, the climate tends to be dry, Minqin has been blocked by the sand moat into a sand source, locked into the northern region of China's sandstorms, one of the four major sources, the oasis is facing the disappearance of the world's widespread concern. Minqin is not just the Minqin of Minqin, not just the Minqin of China, but the Minqin of the world.
More than 20 years ago, I remembered my hometown, there is a hovering poplar, swaying red willow, water moorings, grass, sheep fat, such a scene seems to have become a distant memory. Now, Minqin is like a weather-beaten old man, the ability to resist external erosion has become weaker and weaker.
Once reeds swaying, ducks flocked Qingtu Lake, Minqin people proud of the "mother lake" early in the ****50s has been completely dried up. Only the residual mussels and shells at the bottom of the lake seem to tell people about the past.
In the past, the area around Qingtu Lake was called "Lake District" by the locals, and this name has been used until now. The outsiders who do not know the inside story heard "Lake District", thought it was the place where there is water, but do not know, this place has been completely turned into a desert.
In the past 10 years, the raging sand has swallowed hundreds of villages in Minqin County, everywhere visible "sand on the wall, donkey on the house" of the tragedy, sand along the line of the villagers, often a sleep to wake up, can not open their own door, because the door was buried in yellow sand. Gansu Minqin County in the ditch township territory remains a local farmers were forced to relocate left behind the wreckage of the territory of a large number of trees died due to the 2004 rainfall caused by the lower reaches of the Shiyang River dried up, "Pearl of the Desert" Minqin Red Cliffs Reservoir dried up to the bottom of the Minqin County, West Drainage Township, a farmer in order to escape the water shortage relocated to his hometown, the abandoned compound full of grasses.
At that time, in the fields, in front of the house, next to the water channel, sandy nest side, everywhere is the east and west crooked jujube tree, dark brown bark chapped as experienced decades of wind and sand of the old man's face, and that the narrow leaves only in the sand like silver white through the slight light green, but still tenacious in the wind and sand, the wind comes to the green, the end of the Dragon Boat Festival to open a wineglass-like golden flowers, so that hard working farmers in the intoxicating aroma of the fragrance of the wind and sand, the wind is not a good thing. Farmers intoxicated in the intoxicating aroma.
8. Poplar Poetry1 Eye lock this one poplar desert in the sunlight reflected into the golden Golden Desert, ah poplar in your hand unyielding settled poplar ah dust invasion of your cracked skin age wind dry your lonely tears behind the sky is still very blue, you tenaciously stood in this piece of the open poplar ah no matter how many centuries past the top of the tree to grow those leaves is to make a declaration of life in the fall, is it a declaration of life? No matter how many centuries have passed, are those leaves growing at the top of your tree a declaration of life? In autumn, your yellowing leaves still hang firmly on the branches and do not want to leave. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 2. 3. 3. If the poplar is the backbone of the desert, then, my compatriots, you are the backbone of the ruins, and the warmth of love from the land of God will nourish your branches and leaves, and if a single drop of my tears will make you feel the sweetness of dew, then I'm willing to let my tears flood into a river, and you are the tenacious poplars in the desert, the ones in my eyes, the ones in my heart, the ones in my eyes, the ones in my eyes, the ones in my eyes. The poplar is the beautiful scenery in my eyes.