My hometown, I am your son. Author: muzzle
Bury me with a handful of loess.
I can't be too few.
Cover me with a peach blossom.
I won't be cold.
I am eating your leaves and food.
I grew up with you.
The canal water has grown up. Every time I cry,
Deep, on your undulating chest
My hometown, I am your son.
My melancholy eyes, my wild singing.
It often floats on you, and Sophora japonica is fragrant.
In the transparent spring, every little flower
Every seedling is like this.
My breathing and my dreams
Like water, like fog, like moonlight.
My hometown, I am your son.
Look for a way, a reason
How many times at night, flowing
Your tears of poverty
You are like the light of a bean.
Your thatched cottage trembled in the autumn wind.
Your dusty narrow road
Drift away, like a dream.
Go deep, home there.
A thin body and shriveled pockets
My hometown, I am your son.
Now, there are many tall buildings and asphalt roads.
Clean streets are like spring all the year round.
Boys are smart and girls are beautiful.
When chickens enter the building, cows listen to music.
The car drove into the house and browsed the world online.
Talk about the World Cup and Diaoyu Island.
My hometown, I am your son.
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My hometown, my dream author: muzzle
Spring is put into the poem piece by piece.
The spring breeze wrapped around the painting.
Busy bees and butterflies.
Warm and happy
This is my hometown.
At sunset, cows are eating grass.
Hoho returned to the village and calmed down with laughter.
Smoke from the kitchen has been deployed again.
Quiet and natural
This is my hometown.
I want to be a drop of water or a leaf
Slowly blend in
I want to make ethereal songs or melodious piano sounds.
Infiltrate endlessly
This is my dream.
Hit my father on the back twice.
Spoil in the mother's arms
Sunny nature
This is my dream.
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My hometown author: Liu
Daming Lake,
Green lake,
That's my hometown.
Yes,
Bai Lianhua,
A frolicking duck.
When I was a child,
In front of the Arctic Temple,
This is my reading.
When I grow up,
Mom told me many times,
Don't forget Daming Lake.
Looking back,
The pace of time,
Has left in a hurry.
Childhood,
Little by little,
Has gone with the wind.
Daming Lake,
My hometown,
It has become more beautiful!