Ancient address street, I want to write a poem for you, but I am afraid of being superficial and mediocre. Just from the heart, not displeasure. The ancient street in my hometown is not as elegant and chic as Jiangnan, but it can also be compared with Jiangnan Garden. There are tens of millions of old streets in my hometown, and only the old address street has connotation. The curved Hanjiang River turns around the street, with clear river water, blue sky, white clouds and blue Hutou mountain wall, which are strewn at random, forming a unique pattern with the Erlong play beads on the top; Daise glazed tiles, red carved doors and windows, two-story and two-eaves sloping hilltop buildings stand on both sides, with a road paved with pure bluestone in the center, and a tall stone-lined building carved with dragons and painted with phoenixes across the street three miles away. Classical and gorgeous architecture, like Wuzhen in the south of the Yangtze River, shows the artistic charm of Suzhou and Hangzhou gardens. In the light rain season, the light rain is like a line, like cow hair, and it keeps falling. Look at this beautiful woman wearing a red paper umbrella, dressed in fashion, white inside and black outside, wearing a black sheepskin jacket, black tight leather pants and a pair of black high-heeled riding boots; Long shawl hair, long neck, oval face, small cherry mouth, red lips and white teeth, double eyelids, big eyes, arch eyebrows, high nose and white skin. Breast augmentation, slim waist, high legs and rich buttocks, more is beauty, less is beauty. One step and three shakes, just like a catwalk, is really beautiful. Look at that handsome guy with a black umbrella. He is wearing the latest fashion, which matches him well. Chinese face, thick eyebrows, straight nose and square mouth, figure? Wu, handsome and handsome, turns his head as much as a slim beauty. There are people with umbrellas of various colors, three people, walking slowly, rushing, going north and south, or calmly. The ancient street is like a beautiful picture scroll, which is simply beautiful.
Mom and dad, I want to write poems for you and splash ink for you. Maybe it's not a poem at all, maybe it's just a long-suppressed heartfelt statement. I finally want to talk to you and express to you on this day. Do you know mom and dad? In fact, you are not the person who will accompany me all my life, but the person I love most in my life. You are not the people who accompanied me through the difficulties, but the people I miss most, care most and respect most in my life, because you gave me life, because you worked hard to cultivate me, because you dedicated your youth to me. Time, seconds go by, aging your skin. Years are ruthless, still ticking according to the set procedures; Grandchildren grow up like small trees, and you are covered with furrows and wrinkles like an old tree; However, we are still like three-year-olds who don't know the dawn. I really want to write poems for you and express our respect for you with poems. I really want to splash ink on you, outline your outline with thick ink, and keep the beautiful picture in my heart. Maybe others think you are vicissitudes of life, maybe others think you are ugly, let them say three things and laugh it off! Maybe you are small in the eyes of others, but in my heart you are a towering mountain and river. This poem may not rhyme, but I wrote it with my heart. Ink may just be a crow. However, I spilled it with my blood. Regardless of elegance and vulgarity, I just want you to know that there are eight words hidden in that poem and that painting, that is, "I love you from the heart!" " "
Hometown, I want to write a poem for you, maybe it's not like a poem, just a heart song, and I don't want to sing it. Hometown, loving you is a child's instinct, thinking of you is a child's concern for you, and thinking of you is a child's reluctance to you; Hope is the child's attachment to you. I am willing to write poems for you, pray for you, bless you, cry for you, cheer for you and do my best for you. Let's ring the bell of spring, so that bloom can enjoy all the year round; Let's knock on the door of luck and let happiness surround us; Let joy take the place of sadness, and let sadness drift with the wind; Let time stop, let youth not get old; Let the bullet train speed up, let anxious to return. Hometown, the place where I was born and raised, my favorite! Hometown, where I grew up, I love you deeply! Hometown, your mountain, your water, your scenery, your goodness and your beauty will always be engraved in my heart! Hometown, I will always be attached to it!