Hometown change good poetry

Good Poetry about Hometown Changes

Part 1: Hometown

Author: Plum Blossom Listening to the Snow

Once upon a time

Hometown

was the sorrow in the corner of the eyes of my mother

was the sadness in my father's eyes

was the starvation of my children who could not eat

Hometown

was the poor land that grew bitter and bitter beneath the roof of a broken house

Summer rainy season

Leaking roofs

The poor land that grows bitter and bitter

The rainy summer season

Leaky roofs

The dripping

Like grains of stone

To a mother's heart

Damp house

Moldy sighs

Winter winds

The clanging doors and windows

How can we resist?

How can I protect myself from the cold

The howling north wind

Like a whip beating

Father's old back

Time wastes away

Life bends the father's body

Hometown

Struggling to survive poverty

Who's going to rescue you

The spring breeze of reform

What's going to save your life? The spring breeze

has blown the land of China green

and everywhere is full of vitality

and now

hometown

is the joy that flows in the wrinkles of a mother

is the joy and drunkenness on a father's brow

is the beautiful memories in a child's childhood

Look

at the red buildings with carved beams and painted columns

and the red houses with the red roofs and the red pillars.

Plots of

fruitful picking gardens

Laughter everywhere

People sow hope

Happy harvests

Sweetness

Listen to

A cascade of

sweet notes

Flying over jungles and rivers

These are the notes of the world. The river

dazzles the corners of our hometown

Our hometown

is in the field of hope

Part 2: A small bridge in our hometown

Written by Willow Buds

The river in front of us is still turquoise and crystal clear

Rippling in the sunshine

The chilly winds blowing in the wind

The sparkling waves of the river are still clear and blue

Rippling in the sunshine

The chilled winds blowing in the wind

The chilly winds blowing in the wind

I am wandering on the bridge in my hometown

The dreams of my childhood keep flashing before my eyes

I used to play here

The splashing water under the sunlight

Renders the colorful childhood

I used to swim across the bridge from the water

To steal melons from the melon orchard of the neighboring village

I used to go to the melon orchard of the neighboring village

To steal melons.

To steal melons from the neighboring village's melon orchard

In the excitement of having a full belly

It also drew a moustache for the sleeping grandfather

Once I made love to my beloved girl on this bridge

The fish under the bridge was intoxicated by his sweet words

It stayed there and forgot to wag its head and tail

Today, it is on the bridge again in my hometown

It is on the bridge again in my hometown.

The reflection of me in the water is already stained at the temples

How many beautiful memories have been taken away by the long years

The oldest old man who has returned to his hometown

Wish to stay on this small bridge in his hometown for as long as he lives

Enjoying the beauty of the seasons of spring, summer, fall, and winter

And spend the rest of my life in a happy old age under the setting sun

All three: the small river in my hometown

Author: Duan Baolin

The river in my hometown

has long been dried up

but it is truly

stored in my memory

meandering

like white jade

clear as a bell

like a glass

stones at the bottom of the river

square, round, pointed and flat

different shapes and forms.

Various shapes

Red, yellow, blue, green

Bright colors

Often children

in open pants

pick up the river

and spread the stones

into a beautiful picture

At the drop-offs

The river often washes

out some of the pools of water

. Pools of water where naughty children

come to swim and play

Splashes of water

convey laughter

Beautiful girls

come to wash their clothes by the river

Rhythmic scrubbing of clothes

and the sound of bells of laughter

echoing the fields

Occasionally, one can see

the river's waterfalls

and the river's waterfalls

and the waterfalls

are a beautiful picture.

Occasionally, you can see

the village cows and sheep come to the river to drink from the spring

The sweet water of the river has nourished many animals and irrigated many farmlands

The nightly visits to the river to listen to the sound of the croaking frogs, and to hear the sound of the water running in the river, are the most beautiful song in the countryside

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Country Nocturne

The beautiful river that used to flow endlessly

Why have you disappeared

Part 4: Hometown Buildings

Written by: Eagle Soaring

Hometown Buildings

Bamboo Shoots Growing in the Rain

Row by Row

The green hills under the blue sky and clouds. Under the blue sky and white clouds next to the green mountains and water

Like pearls and emeralds glittering

Hometown buildings

are the poems written by folks

Decades of hard work and a lifetime of dreaming

Cast into a solid foundation

Supporting the spine of the house

Hometown buildings

Have the same face as a village girl

With the same face as a village girl

Hometown buildings

Have the same face as a village girl

They have the same face as a village girl

Because of your beauty

you have attracted the envious eyes of the city

A modern factory has been built beside you

The buildings in your hometown

proclaimed the prosperity of the new countryside

Modern civilization has come into the homes of the ordinary people

Every family is living in the paradise of fantasy

Children sing joyful songs

The children are singing the songs of the new village.

Children sing happy songs

Happy songs echo in the countryside

Part 5: Can't go back to my hometown

Author: slogan

The holiday is a penniless scholar

Long journey back to my hometown

Returning to my hometown full of hot tears

The holiday is a joyful and unmatched home

More so, it's a

People's aunts flattered

The big and small official positions

People's talk to each other

How much the bosses have

People's pointing fingers

Luxury cars, luxury houses

I stood at the entrance of the village

I don't dare to recognize my childhood friends.

They can't say what to call me

I can't say what to call them

The townspeople have small buildings

The townspeople have milk

The townspeople have pure water

Don't be modest, you need to be on the genealogy

The townspeople are happy to ask

What is your position

How much money are you worth

The townspeople ask

How much money are you worth

How much money are you worth? How much money

How is your house and car

Are you going to build a house back home

I tugged at the only

spare change in my pocket