Poems praising my hometown in primary school 1 Walking at dusk in midsummer.
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
The direction that was once full of footprints has been deserted.
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 direction.
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 direction.
Fly far away.
With heavy steps, I can only crawl on country roads.
I can't live without this emotional direction.
probably
Love one thing without reason.
A moment, an action, a look.
In the end, it will be a belief and a pursuit.
Poems praising hometown in primary school II. She grew up on the mountain.
Open in spring
She is the messenger of spring.
This is an ordinary tree.
Green Guo Zi
A little sour
People robbed her of her immaturity.
Even the leaves are not spared.
Choose a home to improve the life of pigs.
Laoxingshu
Make sleigh
Carrying my childhood dream.
Fly out of the big hillside
Although she is not as white as birch.
It is not as tall as poplar.
Only simple.
Only silent dedication.
Only years and months.
Guard that fertile soil
I praise you.
The apricot in my hometown
You add color to spring.
You send Joey to Dashan.
You have devoted your life to people.
I admire your fascination with mountains.
I admire your persistence in the land.
I admire your silence.
I admire your vastness.
ah
I love you.
The apricot in my hometown