My hometown poem is 200 words.

Once upon a time, my hometown was the sadness in my mother's eyes, the frown in my father's locked eyes and the hunger of my children. My hometown is barren land, pregnant with bitterness under the dilapidated eaves. In summer and rainy season, the leaking roof pattered like pebbles in mom's wet room. It's full of moldy sighs. How do the doors and windows that rattle in the severe winter resist the cold? The howling north wind whipped his father's old back like a whip. After years of life, my father's body has been bent and my hometown is struggling in poverty. Who will save you? The spring breeze of reform has greened the land of China. Now my hometown is full of vitality. Happiness flowing in mother's wrinkles is joy and drunkenness in father's brow. It is a wonderful memory of my child's childhood. Look at a red brick tile house with carved beams and painted columns, which is full of warmth and sweetness. The straight asphalt road extends all the way to the village. Reaching into the future and prosperity, streets and parks are full of flowers, butterflies are playing, smiling faces are full of joy and comfort, and fruit-laden picking gardens are full of laughter. People sow hope, reap happiness, taste sweetness, listen to a string of sweet notes, fly over the jungle, cross the river and linger in the corner of their hometown, and land in the field of hope.