The password of my hometown reminds me of that poem.

What you want to ask is the password of your hometown. Which poem did you think of? This poem is as follows.

1. The password of my hometown is hidden under dozens of miles of salt lakes in Fiona Fang. Year after year, the roots of salt are deeply rooted in the soil, and then huge white salt flowers bloom vigorously.

2, the password of hometown, hidden in the fields, the wheat in full bloom in spring, Xia Feng brushing the slender leaves of corn, and the sunset in autumn, smearing fine rouge on apples, pears and peaches.