1. Xingxiangzi - Trees Surrounding the Village
Song Dynasty: Qin Guan
Trees surround the village, and the water fills the reservoirs. The trees surround the village and the water fills the ponds. The small garden is full of spring light. The first time I saw this is when I was a little girl, and I was a little girl.
Far away from the wall, hidden thatched hall. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley. The warblers are crying, the swallows are dancing, and the butterflies are busy.
2. "Miscellany in the Summer Garden" (夏日田园雜兴-其七)
Song Dynasty: Fan Chengda
For daytime and nighttime, the children of the village are in charge of their own families.
The children and grandchildren have not yet begun to plow and weave, and they are learning to plant melons in the shade of the mulberry tree.
3. Miscellaneous Poems in the Mountains
North and South Dynasties: Wu Jun
The mountains are filled with smoke, and the sun sets in the bamboo.
Birds fly to the eaves, clouds come out of the window.
The village of the mountain in the evening
Tang Dynasty: Jia Island
The cold water is heard for miles, and there are few neighbors in the mountain house.
The strange birds cry in the wilderness, and the setting sun scares the pedestrians.
The first moon has not yet ended, the border beacon is not Qin.
The fireworks are getting closer and closer to each other.
5. "Sunset"
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
The cows and sheep have been down for a long time, and the doors have been closed.
The wind and the moon have been clear since the night, and the rivers and mountains are not the old garden.
The stone spring flows on the dark wall, and the grass dew drips on the autumn roots.
The head is white and the lights are bright, so there is no need for flowers and embers.
2. What are the sentences about the town(1) The morning of the town is quiet.
The town is misty, the river is clear on the wide river, like a big mirror, can reflect the distant green mountains, turquoise blue water, reflecting the town around the ink painting like hazy everything. Along the street side of the river is full of all kinds of boats, one by one, as if each leaf boat are hand in hand to go for a walk! Under the stone bridge from time to time there is a leaf boat from the half-moon shaped bridge hole quietly drilled out, as if in the bridge hole and brother to play hide-and-seek it! (2) I love this town, he gave me infinite happiness, gave me infinite memories.
Its beauty intoxicates me, makes me intoxicated, I like the summer town, but also like the town at night, he is so quiet, looks so beautiful. The night of the town is very quiet only to hear the sound of frogs, no pedestrians, no pedestrian noise, no pedestrians abusive voice, how beautiful a town, more I deserve to stay in the sun.
The feeling is very beautiful, very beautiful, the beauty of the intoxicated me, so attached to its beauty, so I want to be so close to him. (3) Freedom from the river is another quiet and elegant town in the forest, the town is surrounded by mountains on all sides, there are three rivers flowing in the town, bringing unlimited vitality to the town, so that the town's neat streets are always a lot of small and large cars, four-wheelers hurrying past, pedestrians strolling through the streets and alleys of the town.
The construction of the town's train station is also extraordinarily characteristic, there is a square in front of the station, there is a sculpture on the square, symbolizing the town's takeoff, the happiness of life. Near the train station, there is a house stacked with logs on the side of the road.
(4) The town is calm and quiet, due to its sculling sound, wooden gate, the water of the river, the stone arch bridge, the town is ancient and pure; due to its bamboo baskets, stone paths, river ports, and even tarpaulin umbrellas. These friends of the people of the town was generous sunshine and quiet river wandering, riotous, or sensational, or subtle, in the town wantonly east to add a stroke, west to repair a corner, increase or decrease, so that a fist place, fell ten million tourists' feet, so that they always go out.
(5) After reading this book, I feel that I have been tired of the city people's way of life, because the city people are in the waste of time, living too tired, although the water town is not as rich as the city, but they are living a very fulfilling life, and they are very kind and simple. I would like to go to the water town which the author will recall from my heart, but I can't do it because it is the author's memories, but that water town will become the paradise in my heart. ！！！！ After sighing, I was surprised by the cleanliness of the water town, why can't we city people have a clean home, let's start to protect the environment too!!!! (6) The town was originally an endless beautiful prairie, but now there are more and more people here, and the beauty of nature has disappeared.
Lola does not like to live in the town, she does not like strangers, and does not like to live in the town without a little bit of nature, she likes nature, she likes the river rushing Merced River, the big snowy big forests, the prairie with lush flowers and grasses, and she hopes to move to the release territory as soon as possible to go and live there, and at this time, I feel the same with her, and I would like to quickly move to the nature, even if there are wolves, or What other beasts, all to the nature. (7) The town is by no means behind, and the mountains can't lock out the spring.
Under the impact of modern civilization, the town has a new look. When the youths first put on bell-bottom pants, the old people were very angry, and soon tolerated it, because there were jeans, mini-skirts, etc.
The newspapers are very popular.
The newspaper said that the old people in big cities love to play with birds, and soon the streets of the town were immediately filled with old people humming ditties and walking leisurely with birdcages. The blacksmith who wears presbyopic glasses also uses an electronic key-cutting machine.
(8) A simple town, simple people. Ridge people take the initiative to greet you, if the pleasantries up enthusiasm like fire, even every smile is comfortable, like the warmth of the sun, perhaps because Xinjiang is not a lack of sunshine reason, huh! However, occasionally there will be a rain, wash down the town and people busy and tired heart has been covered by sand dust for a long time.
After the rain, the town is new, refreshing, a kind of long-lost excitement, here, let me learn to experience life, wash their own old heart. (9) When you walk into Dianhong town, you will be intoxicated by the beauty of the town Shunning Road.
The wide four-lane road connects the town's east and west areas together. On both sides of the road are perennial green verdant turnip? The road is lined with green and verdant trees and balsam fir trees, and outside the trees is a new business and residential complex of high-rise buildings.
Winter morning, when you end the morning training, walking on the road, the rising sun will pull your shadow on the road a long, long time, the formation of a beautiful natural painting; summer after dinner, when you walk slowly in the Shun Ning Road sidewalk, the breeze gently blowing, you will feel as if you walked into the fairyland of the world, the whole body is so cool and comfortable. (10) If Beijing is bustling, then the Jiangnan town is quiet; if Xining is exuberant, then the Jiangnan town is beautiful.
Jiangnan town, there is a unique flavor, there is a unique show. The three-story small house there, covered with so exquisite, even the balcony handrail, the ridge is also carved with a pattern.
In Wuzhen and Xitang, each small alley, the ground is paved with sturdy stone slabs, although there is a narrow alley, but the stone slabs on the path will be carved with ingenious patterns. The scenery there is a kind of unobtrusive beauty, is a kind of refreshing beauty.
People there speak softly, with a gentle tone, without losing their enthusiasm. Jiangnan is clear and refined beauty! (11) The town is also charming.
Hailing River like a green ribbon around the town, but the most fascinating place is the park. Entering the park gate, a man-made lake immediately in front of you.
The lake water is crystal clear, there are a few boats on the lake, the boat people sing loudly. The north side of the lake has a small earthen slope, on which there is an ancient pavilion.
On the cobblestone path, at intervals, there is a simple painting, such as fish, flower pots and so on. After the cobblestone path you reach the swinging bridge.
The rickety suspension bridge leads straight to the island in the center of the lake. It's a far cry from the old dirty park! (12) The town is beautiful at night.
Lights are the main character of this long night. Street, street lamps emit dazzling light, for this town stage put on a layer of golden clothes, roadside neon lights like seven-color ribbons, for the original has been golden.
3. Modern poems about hometownNostalgia Ximurong
The song of hometown is a distant flute
It always sounds in the moonlit night
The face of hometown is a kind of fuzzy despair
It is as if waving goodbye in the fog
After the parting
Nostalgia is a tree with no yearly rings
It never grows old. Never grow old
Nostalgia Yu Guangzhong
When I was a child, nostalgia was a small postage stamp / I was here / my mother was there
When I grew up, nostalgia was a narrow boat ticket / I was here / my bride was there
Later on, nostalgia was a short grave / I was outside / my mother was inside
Now nostalgia is a shallow strait / I am here / my mother is inside
Now nostalgia is a bay. If you don't like it It's because It doesn't have your longing in it And we always sing it again and again Like the grassland that glitters with gold Like the sand that blows through the desert Like the Yellow River that rushes past the Yinshan Mountain Heroes on horseback Riding back to their homeland with honor The heroes on horseback are strong and strong And they are proud to return to their hometown Poem: The piccolo that beckons the soul □ Yu Guangzhong The soul returns home, O mother, the East cannot stay for long, The tropical sea that gives birth to typhoons, The air pressure in the North Pacific in July is low. The soul returns, O Mother, the South cannot stay long, The one-way street of the sun train The equatorial moxibustion pedestrians' feet in July. The soul comes back, O mother, the north cannot stay long, The white kingdom of the reindeer, There is no night of rest in July, only day. The spirit returns, O mother, the foreign country cannot stay long. A small urn is dreaming by the floor-to-ceiling window, accompanied by the little plants you planted with your hands. Come back, Mother, to your little town after the fire. When the spring comes, I will walk on the cold and wet road to bury you in a small grave in my hometown. I will bury you in a small town in Jiangnan. The weeping hair of the willow hangs straight down to your grave, And when spring comes, you will dream a girl's dream, of your mother. And on the way to the clearing, O mother, my footprints will be deep, Rain dripping from the willow's long hair, O mother, dripping with my memories, Souls returning to the city, O mother, to guard the empty city in all directions. "Jiangnan Feng Li Guinian" Tang Dynasty: Du Fu The Qi-wang mansion is not common to see, Cui Jiutang before a few times heard. It is a good scenery in Jiangnan, and I meet you again at the time of falling flowers. Translation: When I was in the mansion of the King of Qi, I often saw your performances; in front of Cui Jiu Tang, I have also enjoyed your art many times. Now it happens to be the time when the scenery of Jiangnan is beautiful, and I meet you again in this twilight spring season. Du Fu (712-770), the word Zimei, since the name of Shaoling Ye Lao, the world called "Du Gongbu", "Du Shaoling", etc., Han nationality, Henan Province, Gongxian (present-day Henan Province, Gongyi City), the great realist poet of the Tang Dynasty, Du Fu is honored as the "Sage of Poetry" by the world. Du Fu is honored as the "Sage of Poetry" and his poems are known as the "History of Poetry". Dufu and Li Bai are collectively known as "Li Du", and in order to distinguish themselves from the other two poets, Li Shangyin and Du Mu, who are known as "Little Li Du", Dufu and Li Bai are also collectively known as "Big Li Du". These two poets are the most important of all. Expanded:
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Ancient towns are commercial towns with more than 100 years of history and large-scale ancient residential buildings that are still well preserved in modern times. It is a kind of settlement form between the ancient city and the ancient village, mostly developed by the commercial development.
In ancient times, once famous, but now large-scale ancient residential complexes have disappeared towns are not called ancient towns, such as Foshan Town, Jingdezhen, Zhuxian Town, Hankou Town, etc., this type of town is called "famous towns". In ancient times, there was a place for the county, but with the migration of the county or the county withdrawn, has declined to become the township of the place is sometimes also become an ancient town, such as Anju Ancient Town (Anju Ancient City).
Baidu Encyclopedia - Ancient Towns
5. 5 modern poems about hometown1, hometown road Days away from home Nights hometown road is always in the moment when you close your eyes Stretching to the thoughts, and memories of entanglement hometown road Sprinkled with my childhood Sorrows, joys and sorrows. Sweet and sour. The road to my hometown is filled with the sorrows, joys, sorrows, sweet and sour, tears and smiles, but at this moment, I feel that no matter whether it was bitter or sweet, it is a melodious song in my memory, like a spring of fresh water. The road to my hometown carries the load of my yesterday, when I was running with the wind, in rags, on the dirt road full of weeds, chasing after the spring with a big smile on my face. 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, a donkey chewed the grass on a thick apricot tree, a donkey brayed, and the donkey brayed back, a white rabbit, as white as snow, suddenly jumped past me, stopped, and ran into the grass, a few chickens squawked and ran out of the grass, and one of them, with its neck stretched out, swallowed a worm, and a familiar sound made me look at the intersection, where a skinny mother was driving her piglets towards the house, and I saw her mother, a woman, driving the piglets towards the house. My hometown is a melodious, melodious, melodious song It's always at night when the moon is high, the stars are blinking, and a wisp of cloud is cut by the breeze It's always at night like this that I sing softly to my homesick heart Lovely, beautiful hometown Blue sky, white clouds, green hills, green water The golden waves of wheat must be rolling again Look, the folks are smiling again Tonight, go to sleep without worry Sleeping with my hometown and dreaming happy dreams When I wake up, maybe the donkey driven by my father with a whip will bring me some more hope. 5 Hometown, My Poetry Hometown, a village lying in a mountain valley I'll use the pen in my hand to blend the thoughts flowing in my heart and write a poem to praise you Hometown, Hometown The spine of the rolling mountains in the sky The streams winding in the ravines sing softly Under the moonlight, the lights are glowing with a yellowish color The wind blows up the corners of the night and the day inserts wings into the dreams of the people of the mountain area. Flying, flying, flying ...... flying to the glorious future, your hometown, under the faint candlelight, your son, with tears on his keyboard, arranges the sentences of his longing into jumping lines of poetry, going home on May 1, packing a bag of nostalgia, and stepping on a train creeping along the mountain road, dear hometown, your son is coming towards you, and the dust flies along the way, just like the flying nostalgia, in the dreams of many a wanderer, the nostalgia is like this flying nostalgia. The dust flies along the way, and in the dreams of many a traveler, thoughts of home fall like this flying dust in the dead of night in the hometown, and the mountains are green and the streams flow slowly. How many times in a traveler's dream have thoughts of home been like the beautiful scenery of the mountains and the water flowing in the traveler's poems, a picture of the new green willow buds and the scent of the flowers? How many times in a traveler's memory, the thought of his hometown is like this touching spring, and in the traveler's deep gaze at his hometown, he draws out strands of attachment that cannot be wiped away. Going home, the wheels of the car roll over the mountain roads of his hometown, and the roofs of the houses of the vicissitudes of life are hidden in the crevices of the leaves of the trees. 7 Waking up from a nap in the morning, the home town is used to entertaining the traveler who has gone back to his hometown, but the traveler is no longer accustomed to taking a nap in peace and quiet at home. The sound of wind, birds, chickens, and tractors wakes the traveler from his dream, and the sunlight slants through the window, and the sound of birdsong and children's laughter echoes in the springtime, as he walks out of the wooden fence gate. Look, the wind is chasing the spring in the blue sky, the clouds are waving their snow-white sleeves to cheer for the spring, the green wheat seedlings are spreading their carpets on the hillside, and the poems of hope are rolling over the land in their hometown. By the side of the village, the children are holding apricot blossoms, pear blossoms, peach blossoms, and the adults are scolding the children for scaring the spring away, you see, the old acacia tree has a group of birds on it. A flock of birds on the old acacia tree fluttered their wings and soared towards the west where the sun traveled. 8 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 in 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 their 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 their cooking fires, are moving to the faraway land of their wishes. 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 lies on the other side of the mountains, where the grasses dance with the wind, and the fields below are beautifully landscaped, and the fragrance of the fields is the most important of all. In summer, the green leaves overflow with coolness, and in autumn, the continuous rain can't cool a lover's heart, and in winter, the snow can't bury the impulsive feelings of young people, and over the mountains, there's my hometown, where the smoke drifts endlessly, and the river flows endlessly, and the scenery is so beautiful and soothing, and is always nourished with an idyllic scene that's plastered on my memories, and I've been looking at it for years, and I've seen it in my hometown, and I'm looking at the vast sky, and I'm looking at the moon, and I'm staring at all the lanterns, and I'm seeing the light, and I see it, and I'm seeing it, and I can see it, and I'm seeing it. Perhaps only in one's own home can there be a warmth of thought, a lonely figure, a dream, a pining heart, a true love that comes from the heart, a true love that is always revealed in caring, and at this moment, the clock strikes midnight, a wanderer who likes to look at his hometown, looks at the end of the dome of the sky with the faint light of a candle. 11 A wanderer longs for his home town, and the moon shines brightly in the dream, and the countryside is filled with thoughts of a wanderer, and the heart of a wanderer, a wanderer, is filled with thoughts of his home town, but his parents look forward to the end of their life, and their parents look forward to their life, and their parents look forward to their life, but their parents look forward to their life. The curved moon among the stars, the expectant eyes of my parents, the deep wishes of my brothers and sisters, and even the tender face of my lover, like peach petals, I stand at the highest point of the night, gathering the smoke of my hometown, but I rubbed my deepest thoughts of my hometown, then sprinkled it with the moonlight into my hometown's night. 12 Dashanggou, my home, on the Loess Plateau, the earth is cracked open here. There is a big hole in the crack, where the earth-colored hometown lies, and the rolling hills stretch to the end of the horizon, steady as a crouching lion, with one abrupt peak standing there day and night.