Modern poetry handwritten newspaper fourth grade

The fourth grade of modern poetry manuscripts includes Beauty of Hometown, Hometown, A Lonely Tree, Window, Father's Love and so on.

1, beautiful scenery of hometown

Looking at the exterior of the car from the window, the scenery outside the window is particularly beautiful.

If the countryside along the way is better than the city, the rural scenery will be more beautiful.

The new atmosphere of the development of industry, agriculture and tourism has attracted.

Good mountains and good water are better, complement each other and are novel.

2. Hometown

The way you are vaguely in my heart. You are the dust from my ancestors.

Stop here and start to precipitate.

Mother also failed to get out of the entanglement of the bay water.

Hometown, remember the day when I left you.

Thoughts run on winding roads.

With tears in his eyes, stubborn.

Fall on the people I love and the rivers that nourish me.

Hometown, you have worn out your face in my migration.

I only remember that you were my childhood paradise, and from there, I accumulated time.

Migratory birds come to the river to wash their feathers every year, but I can't reach the tip of your hair.

3. A lonely tree

In the field, a lonely tree stands quietly.

Bathed in the sun, time to fall to the ground.

On the lake with green, mottled images and starlight.

That tree is your shadow, waiting for you to look young.

Waiting, blue memory.

Rippling in the years of youth, a nostalgic tree looks forward.

The clouds on the horizon became her beautiful image.

4. Windows

The light in the night sky is on, and that's your window.

Soft light and wind caress your hand.

Poetry is full of paper, and drizzle buckles the window.

Little tears are cold, and my thoughts flow on the paper in an instant.

Moonlight fills your sleeping face, and kisses bloom like flowers in the air.

5. Father's Love

Father's love is a clean stream, a trickle in a stream.

Always slip through my dry heart when I need to quench my thirst.

Father's love is a pot of old wine, which has been brewing for a long time.

Always gently moisten my bitter throat when I feel uncomfortable.

Father's love is a silk that is constantly cut, and every thread is woven tightly.

Always hold my helpless hand tightly when I am weak.