Road is the extension of modern poetry.

In childhood

Go to school every day and play every day.

Take a winding road

On both sides of the road

It is covered with lush grass.

Full of gorgeous flowers

Not far away

Dense Woods

Lush crops

Lvxiao District Huan Huan

It seems that there is only loading

My parallel little feet

I just jumped around.

Run into the grass to catch crickets.

Drill into the Woods to pick wild flowers

Let the morning dew

Wet my beloved shoes and socks.

Or go to a clear stream.

Touch that lovely little fish and shrimp.

When I grow up.

The winding narrow road has also become

Thick and fat, extending in all directions.

It is also covered with thick stone sand.

The road is full of traffic.

Cars, tricycles and motorcycles are everywhere.

The stream flows into the river.

I watched from a distance.

Green grass and red flowers.

Listen to the cricket.

Thinking about butterflies flying

The Woods are gone.

Only the desert in the distance is left.

Crops nearby

I proudly remember.

The reputation of rice in my hometown is Huaxia.

Now I have become a family.

Great changes have taken place in my hometown.

The gravel road is gone.

The asphalt road leads from one village to another.

Audi, Mercedes-Benz and BMW are on their way.

The roadside is evenly distributed.

American morning glory

Plateau Ge Sang

There are many names that can't be named.

Exquisite and precious flowers

Bloom in the sun

The desert in the distance has become a tourist attraction.

There are crops nearby.

High-rise buildings have sprung up.

See you again.

My cricket, my butterfly

My rivers and streams

Rice in my hometown

Also disappeared.

My heart is stuffed all over the floor.

It seems more crowded than the buildings in the city.

There seems to be something struggling desperately.