A poem about the change of hometown: hometown
Author: plum blossom listening to snow
pass
hometown
This is the sadness in the corner of my mother's eye
This is my father's locked eyebrows.
This is a child hunger disease.
hometown
Under the ruined eaves
A barren land that breeds suffering
The rainy season in summer
A leaky roof
Dadada Didi
Like pebbles.
Hit the mother's heart.
A damp room
Full of moldy sighs
A cold winter
Slap the doors and windows.
How to resist the cold?
The howling north wind
Whip like a whip
Father's old back
Time wasted years.
Life bends parents' bodies.
hometown
Struggle for survival in poverty
Who will save you?
Spring breeze of reform
Blow green the land of China.
Everywhere is full of vitality.
at present
hometown
It is the happiness flowing in mother's wrinkles.
It is the joy and drunkenness of my father's brow.
It is a wonderful memory of children's childhood.
look
Yidongdong
Red brick tile house with carved beams and painted columns
Full of warmth and sweetness
One by one.
Straight asphalt road
Reach out to the village, to the future and to prosperity.
One seat
stop
Flowers bloom and fall, butterflies play.
Smile.
Full of happiness and comfort
gradually
Fruit-laden picking garden
There was laughter everywhere.
People sow hope.
The harvest is happiness.
The taste is sweet.
listen to
Yi brochette
Sweet notes
Fly through the jungle, cross the river
The wind bypassed the corner of my hometown.
Our hometown
In the field of hope
Poems on the Changes of Hometown Part II: Bridges in Hometown
Author: Liu Yaer
The river in front of us is still green and clear
Under the sunshine, spring waves ripple.
A slight cold wind blew head-on.
The familiar bridge is reflected on the sparkling water.
The weeping willows by the river dance like veils.
Occasionally, I see a few cheerful birds walking among the willows.
Leave a burst of playful and cheerful bird songs.
The elegant big white goose has foresight.
I completely forgot the steep spring cold.
I can't wait to jump into the clear water and flirt with my beautiful image.
I wandered on the small bridge in my hometown.
There are always childhood dreams flashing in front of my eyes.
Used to play here.
A splash reflected from the sun.
Render a colorful childhood
I swam across the bridge from the water.
Go to the melon garden in the neighboring village to steal melons.
Rolling in an excited stomach.
Don't forget to draw a moustache for the sleeping uncle.
I was engaged to my beloved girl on the bridge.
Sweet words make the fish under the bridge drunk.
It just stood there and forgot to shake its head and tail.
Now standing on the small bridge in this hometown.
My reflection in the water frosted my temples.
How many good memories have the long years taken away?
An old man who has gone home.
I hope to stay by the bridge in my hometown for the rest of my life.
Enjoy the beautiful seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Spend a happy old age in the afterglow of the sunset
Poems on the Changes of Hometown Part III: Rivers in Hometown
Author: Duan
The river in my hometown.
Has dried up
But it's true.
Stored in my memory
Winding and circling
Like white jade
So clear, you can see the bottom.
Such as glass.
Stones at the bottom of the river
Square and round, sharp and flat.
Different forms
Red, yellow, blue and green
brightly-colored
There are often children
Wearing open-backed pants
I found it in the river.
Stones to be picked up
Unfold a beautiful picture.
Where there is a gap.
Rivers are often washed away.
There are some ponds.
Naughty children
Come to swim and play often.
A splash of water.
Pass on laughter and laughter.
slick chick
Changlai riverside laundry
The rhythmic sound of rubbing clothes.
Laugh like a bell
Reverberating in the fields
Occasionally I can see it.
Cattle and sheep in the village came to the river to drink spring water.
I don't know the sweet river.
How many livestock are raised?
How much farmland has been irrigated?
Come to the river to listen at night.
The croak of the frog answered.
The clatter of running water
That's a beautiful song.
Country nocturne
Constant flow
Beautiful river
Why on earth did you disappear?
Poetry of Hometown Changes Part IV: Hometown Architecture
Author: eagle soaring
Buildings in my hometown
Like mushrooms after rain, they grow at jointing stage.
Row after row
Under the blue sky and white clouds, beside the green mountains and green waters.
Shining like pearls and emeralds.
Buildings in my hometown
It is a poem written by a fellow villager.
Decades of hard work, a lifelong dream.
Cast a solid foundation
The pillar that supports the house
Buildings in my hometown
A face of a country girl.
Because of your beauty.
Attracted the envy of the whole city.
There are modern factories around you.
Buildings in my hometown
Declared the prosperity and strength of the new countryside.
Modern civilization has entered the homes of ordinary people.
Every family lives in a paradise of dreams.
The children are singing cheerful songs.
Happy songs echoed in the countryside.