Green eyes, extending to the intersection of heaven and earth.
Full of emotion, life also talks to life, which is different from symphony.
The green in my hometown washed away the lead porcelain, which made me look strange.
I really want to jump into the pond naked, just like when I was a child.
Return to childlike innocence, return to childhood innocence and dreams.
Let the green mud of the lotus pond absorb the coldness of the world and the vicissitudes of those years.
The eyeful of simplicity extends to old houses and villages.
Full of feelings, farming and family heirloom, the same dream.
The legacy of my hometown blew away my troubles and made me nervous.
I really want to climb the 600-year-old pagoda tree barefoot and ring the bells full of trees.
The memory of childhood, the memory of longing for knowledge, and the memory of longing to get out of the mountains.
Let the intertwined like a dragon witness my growth.
What is full of changes is new roads, new buildings, new cars and new weather.
Full of sighs, Shanxiang is an ocean of flowers and a different fruit town.
The richness of my hometown is full of joy and joy.
I really want to stand on the 600-year-old ancient city wall, just like when I was a child.
Sing to the blue sky, white clouds, mountains and rivers, and sing ideals.
Let the wind in my hometown blow away my depression and sadness.
I buried my troubles in the field where the shepherd boy came home late.
Plant homesickness and hope on the temples with gray cheeks.
I buried my sadness in the lotus on stilts in the lotus pond.
Plant joy and auspiciousness on the window with a bright heart.
homesickness
Rain-drenched shrubs are as green as rivers,
The scorching sun is like maple red.
Chrysanthemum fragrance is cold,
When the snow drifts, the hometown is sad.
I can't miss my hometown by Du Yan.
The wind is blowing hard.
The tranquility of the village head at night
The messy bamboo leaves were driven to curl up into a ball.
The rain washed away.
Enter schools, mountains, cities
A winding and rugged country road
early morning
Dewdrops are naughty and sway on the leaves of peach trees.
Grandpa Sun also stretched himself.
The faint sunshine warmed the whole village.
The wind stopped and the rain stopped.
The peach blossom opened and the sun smiled.
This village is full of vitality.
People turn old bamboo leaves into smoke.
Send away their dancing souls.
Black tears, dripping on the tiles covered with green shirts.
The path washed by rain reveals lovely teeth.
The creaking sound of buckets pounded their eardrums.
A group of school children are covered with thick foundation with soles.
Dress up their wet hearts in the morning
I miss the rain in my hometown and the bamboo forest behind my house.
Miss the second mother's warm palm; Miss grandpa's long beard
Miss the path in front of the door; Miss the old pillars engraved with my growth marks.
Miss the peach trees in my hometown; Miss that steaming well.
Cocks crow, bellows accompany, cattle and sheep flock.
Singing folk songs, carrying hoes and reading aloud.
Silent rain lane,
Let my thoughts flow.
Let's get back to this matter. After years of local customs.
Everything is so familiar and warm.
Dong Chen's Hometown
Poetry is full of fragrance.
Wei Cheng kept more old footprints,
Zhanjiang spring water wraps your heart.
I have been away from my hometown for decades.
Conan has kept it ever since.
Today, I am lucky enough to think of the middle reaches.
Generally speaking, heaven shows mercy and secretly sends love.
Dong Chen's Hometown
The new moon is going to snow, and I miss it every day.
Generally speaking, God loves me very much, and the wanderer left his hometown to open up a new chapter.
"Hometown" by Qingshui River
Walking in the midsummer dusk
Step on the lush grass
Butterflies are flying
Cicadas are singing and Xia Meng is swaying.
The old waterwheel beside the Yellow River creaked and twisted.
It's from Shu Ting's poem.
The deep voice of history
The village of childhood abandoned a little joy of childhood.
The creeper in the corner has climbed over the wall.
Entanglement, take the hot summer into your arms.
The slope in front of the door
Where there are footprints, it is barren.
It seems that it is not only that slope that is barren.
What else is there?
I just remember it clearly.
Those joys are locked in a long-lost pit.
But I-
Still love this place
I like working in the sunshine in the morning.
The sparrow jumped over the treetops.
Children's laughter, floating in the yard.
What could be more desirable than this?
Envy, butterflies fly from that distant place.
Fly to distant places again.
With heavy steps, I can only crawl on country roads.
I can't leave this sad place.
perhaps
Love one thing without reason.
A moment, an action, a look.
In the end, it will be a belief and a pursuit.
homesickness
I left the country that spring.
Wandering in the distance with dreams
Say goodbye to the blue sky and attachment.
Snow covered the long streets this winter.
People are coming and going in the noisy streets.
I feel a little confused.
Have you heard of a place?
It can make people forget the sorrow.
My hometown. That's my hometown.
Endless mountains, my dream hometown.
Gehua is full of mountain fragrance.
The clear river flows slowly, nourishing the growth of the earth.
Quiet and serene village, my dear hometown
How kind those hardworking and brave people are.
That gentle and kind girl always sings softly.