Beautiful modern poetry is in my hometown.

Along a mountain road that is not straight

up

A seemingly two-story residential building

Then the red flag fluttered.

More than twenty pronunciations

Echoing the broken backboard next to the toilet

Toona sinensis stolen from the top of the girder

Withstood the collapse of the school.

Fourth grade classroom wall

(2)

Arc cement road

Apple Kernel in the New Century

keep away from

No.8

Whose natural fruit fragrance?

Why not get a new lock?

Lock up the rebellious yearning of the youth team

(3)

A temple

Colorful flags flying

Longtai case

Bless one side

The gate ditch is at God's feet.

Her depth

Measure the distance between man and God.

Do you remember

We often ask our teacher for green tea.

Take water from her arms.

Do you remember

When we are herding sheep,

Light the smell of hay

Team five, right above her.

Team four, right next to her.

Team three, connect from the top of your head.

(4)

The original drugstore is gone.

Become a fork in many roads.

Facing the rear wall of the brigade

Right/right hand side

Beside the mill

It also smells like Chinese New Year's Shaanxi Opera.

A group of children

There is always an endless supply.

Wipe firecrackers, firecrackers, pockmarked cannons.

Open the back door of the red house.

The president's name was torn off by the wind.

Leaving only one sentence for Feng.

Someone asked, whose president is this year?

Someone asked, who is the next president?

left

Next to a yellow dog

Elderly 35 1 group

Hanging around, playing cards, making up boring stories.

have nothing to do

Enjoy the sunset.

young people

One crawled on the other's back.

Like a pile of clay.

For today's Chu Jianghan boundary

agitatedly

That strong and simple male voice

Let the horses and chariots be in your mouth.

Full of killing breath and killing sound.

front

Go straight to the end.

The old secretary's house is here.

(5)

open canal/ditch/trench

It used to be a big stage.

Has been forgotten there.

over there

Have a childhood that our children can't abandon.

There are generations of memories.

The old apricot tree is gone.

The nest I haven't had for a long time.

It also disappeared with its coquettish smell.

The stadium has become smaller and there is less wheat and firewood.

Only a few broken caves beside the stage and in the stadium.

A hole in the corn stalk

Like an old man with a mouthful of steamed bread

Open your mouth wide.

Only steamed bread, no teeth.

(6)

have seen it

in fact

Only to find that we are no longer young.

(7)

Now we,

Have you ever thought about this result?

Who would have thought?

Tired of reinforced concrete cities

go on foot

I smell my hometown again.

It was hard for me to calm down for a long time.