When I passed by your hometown, I felt a sense of warmth.
Stir my whole heart.
Just north.
There is still snow there.
Now it's all green curtains.
March into the charming south of the Yangtze River
This is your hometown where you have lived for eighteen years.
This is the place where Chihiro is in my dream.
I should come down for a walk.
Feel the life when you are young.
But I didn't get off.
I can only pass through this fantastic beauty.
As if I were just a passer-by in your life.
I love my hometown. My hometown is picturesque.
Who can not love her?
Spring in my hometown is a painting.
A vast field
Green crops
There are also peach blossoms and apricot blossoms in full bloom.
pear .....
Lamb on the ground
Flocks of chickens and ducks
High-rise buildings reflect the morning glow
Summer in my hometown is also a painting.
Golden wheat dances in the wind.
Corn and soybeans are ready.
The fruit hangs high on the branch.
The machine rumbled and sang the hymn of the times.
The old farmer in the field was overjoyed.
Autumn in my hometown is a colorful painting.
Lead your eyes to thousands of places.
Colorful is Qiuju's cheek.
Pregnancy is a corn doll.
Soybeans everywhere are covered with yellow coats.
The bulging beans called the farmers.
Sesame stems bloom petal by petal.
It means I own it.
There are songs and laughter everywhere.
There are bumper harvest pictures everywhere.
From my hometown. Winter is still a beautiful picture.
White snowflakes are floating in the sky.
Everywhere is wrapped in silver.
It is pleasant to spoil this naughty doll.
Make a snowman and have a snowball fight.
Joy is full of thousands of families.
The wheat seedlings in the field are wearing silver hairpins.
Romantic and chic
The villagers are enthusiastic and hardworking.
We are building our home through the spring breeze of reform and opening up.
Build a country
My hometown is full of beautiful pictures in four seasons.
How can I not love her?
A Night in Hometown (Poetry)
It's close.
Dear hometown
When the smoke rises.
I walked into your arms.
The heart spring is accompanied by dusk in the joy of emotional interweaving.
flow
(Dujitai Site)
sleep
Dear hometown
The kerosene lamp that was hard to find was lit on the hot kang again.
I am lying in your arms.
Feelings wrapped in soil, accompanied me back to childhood.
dreamland
(Dujitai Site)
awake
Dear hometown
When sleepy eyes drive away sleepiness.
I stand on your chest.
The crowing of chickens and dogs evoked an old and familiar memory.
dawn
(Du Jitai's "Renzi Bay")
In the pan
Dear hometown
My childhood friends surrounded me and sent me to the village entrance.
I left you behind.
White dry wine and fiery enthusiasm made the tongue tremble and said annoying things.
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