Poetry recitation of my beautiful hometown 0 1 scenery of my hometown
Author: Zigui
1. Jinjianshan
Young clouds cover the ancient mountains.
Short head
Not conspicuous, very serious
Known as the Golden Sword Mountain
And the decree
But it is hard to see the sharpness of Jin Jian.
Ask why.
Disappear between years
Brave warrior
break through the clouds
The mountain spring where the sword is sharpened.
The old eyes drooping like dusk have already dried up.
I won't make up your legend again.
In fact, you are really ordinary.
2. Bi Hot Spring
God doesn't know
But have a good name.
Tian ci Hua Tang
It can't wait to come out.
You scared me!
Met a noble man
Tell it its commitment to the rock.
Nobody paid attention and found a rich family.
Pay for it.
Give yourself a shock, and then become another form-instant deformation.
Become a golden doll
No one has asked before.
Now the dignitaries are close to it.
If you and I want to see it.
We must use money to manage it.
3 Maolai grape
looking at the sun
The acacia tree exposed the fence.
You met.
Be in a hurry to use your mouth
Kiss you and spit quietly.
You fly gracefully.
Man's pursuit
Meet under your tree
Never tasted your heart
I don't think it is sour at all.
That series of phone calls
Drunk autumn, winter, spring and summer
Poetry recites my beautiful hometown.
Author: look down on the flowers.
That old coffee table in the house
Just like your face now
A yellow afternoon
You have been drinking quietly for the past six months.
That year, a branch sprouted in the corner.
Quietly disappearing.
A carefree childhood
Let you age too fast in the blink of an eye.
Memories, who grows old in nostalgia?
When you are old, you can't go back in the distance.
We have grown up.
Slowly away from home.
I begin to understand that I cry when I miss you.
The difference between dream and reality
In the end, only memories are left.
Forget how to start and end.
Go home! Unload the heavy prosperity
Don't let memories turn into sadness.
You said, boil a pot of fragrance.
Don't bring your troubles back to your hometown.
The naivety of old photos on the wall
Covered with a thick layer of dust
I can't go back.
Innocence in memory
Now grow into a quiet life
Still going on
Poetry recites my beautiful hometown. I like apricot trees in my hometown.
Author: Zhong Yi
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.
Pick 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 sent happiness to the mountains.
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.
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I love you