In the poem, I gave life to my hometown,
Dreams connect us again,
I followed in the footsteps of my hometown,
Embark on the road of thought,
A naked wandering heart is waiting to return.
How high is the sky? How deep is the ocean? How much do you miss home?
How many times have I woken up with long tears on my face?
I quickly rummaged through my memory bag, and it took me a long time to find your trace.
I slowly came to the bottom of my heart, only to find that "you" had been forgotten by me in the corner of my heart.
Finally, I got up the courage and opened the sealed shackles.
In an instant, your memory poured out and filled the emptiness of my memory.
Remember you, standing in the distance for a long time.
How many years have been recorded in the vicissitudes of life.
How many bitter stories are carried on the curved back.
How many childhood memories does silver hair tell?
In the afterglow, you open your arms,
I tried to open the veil and run to you.
But you drifted away, leaving a clear footprint.
I know, you have to take me to find the deepest memory.
Follow your footsteps and come to the treasure land of childhood.
The treasure in front of me is still so familiar,
This familiarity takes away the thoughts that have been filled for too long.
I looked down, and the condensation of my thoughts splashed on the bud.
Flowers bloom instantly after being stained with my hot tears.
If you bloom, please return my soul.
You know, it's just that my body is wandering outside.
My true soul has already been sealed by you.
Now that I am standing beside you, please attach this body to your soul.
I feel it, I hear it, because now I am a person with a soul.
The breeze gently brushed my face and a familiar voice sounded in my ear.
I smiled because I knew it was the old man singing an old ballad.
I am glad because I know that this is a great poet reciting the beautiful scenery of his hometown.
Nestled next to the years, the wandering heart finally has a home.
Flowers ask me if my hometown is beautiful?
When I return to it, Lingshan Xiushui is interdependent in the old appearance and stands tall in the new city.
The green grass asked me if my hometown was working.
I replied that the literati expressed their hometown spirit with wine, poetry and songs.
Xiaoxi asked me if my hometown would like to.
I went back there, wandering in the anxious to return, looking for a long time.
Flowers fall like spring rain,
Birds sing to welcome new hopes.
Overlooking the panoramic view of my hometown from a height,
I can't help but feel deeply about this.
The old street in the ancient town still lingers.
They shoulder the mission of telling history.
The green tiles of the wooden house are arranged neatly.
The children next door like to play on the stone road.
It is natural to bend over and hang down willows and broken stone bridges.
The canal water under the bridge is flowing,
Take away all the fatigue of the people in the ancient town.
Falling petals whisper in my ear,
Drag me across the stone bridge to see the new scenery.
I quickly crossed the stone bridge and my eyes suddenly opened up.
High-rise buildings are arranged in an orderly manner into a square new city.
That is the crystallization of economic development.
The echo in the Wetland College lingers.
That's the new look of the children in their hometown.
In the future, the city of science and technology will be full of flowers.
They release new hope from here.
Haichuang Park has attracted countless overseas tourists.
Realized their dream of returning to China.
Grab a handful of dirt in front of the warehouse and hold it tightly in your hand.
When will a wandering heart return?
I waved my sleeve and tried to dry the tears on my face.
A wanderer ten years ago decided to return today.
Shoulder the heavy responsibility, step into the front door of the warehouse,
Long-lost you welcome me back with open arms.
I would like to be a white lotus in the Science and Technology City.
Noble and proud, elegant and pure.
I want to be a migratory bird, hovering over my hometown,
Sow the seeds of hope constantly.
Returning wanderers are willing to be new hometown people.
* * * thanks to the rising sun.
* * * Build a beautiful home together.
I love my hometown.