Ask for a composition and poem describing hometown! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Hurry up! ! I want it before the 20th! ! ! ! !

Magpie brings the first light of 2008.

I stand behind Wen 'an Town.

Respect her

Like a flower

No, like a leaf.

No, more like a bird.

A wing of the new town.

One wing is in Zuogezhuang.

1.

What am I?

At least not her rock.

It can't be her cecum.

People who wake up early.

Let imagination dominate.

Golden sunshine and applause.

The whole town rose into the air.

I want to be a thick feather of this Dapeng in my hometown.

2.

Qi Tianle.

In the evening, I received a letter from Dongfeng. Xiaoxiang is a new green river with bright willows, warm plums and a bunch of flowers in spring.

The silver cicada takes a bath first. The sand goose will return, and the sea is at the beginning. Clouds hold banners and laugh at people drawing diaphragm music.

Star rainbow Yao tree is ethereal, the ring rings and the sky collapses, and the cage is luxurious. Lu Geng copper, ice turns to iron horse, curtain light shakes golden millet.

Slowly lean on bamboo. More respect for Yao, full of embarrassment. Looking back at Gong Lian, I went back to the hospital at night.