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
.
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