Poems praising hometown 1
Hope, rising from the ancient Baita River,
Like a lotus, it holds up the beauty of a whole season.
Blood, flowing from the deep foundation of the North Gate Bridge;
Broadness is your brand-new arm,
The revitalization of one land is in your stretching dance.
Use wisdom and sweat to render and light.
I want to sing, with my tone-deaf voice,
I want to dance, with my immature steps,
I want to praise, in my poor words,
I want to hug, with my not wide chest,
I want to paint happily on this beautiful new bridge.
Contact and imagination with many citizens.
Because I know, because we all know,
From the day the New Hebei Road Bridge was opened to traffic,
The door of wealth, the fruit of happiness, the flower of prosperity,
I have sailed with long-distance cargo ships.
Poems praising hometown 2
homesickness
Author: Qingshuihe
Walking in the midsummer dusk
Step on the lush grass
Butterflies are flying
Cicadas are singing and Xia Meng is swaying.
By the Yellow River. Old waterwheel, squeaky, twisted and deformed.
It's from Shu Ting's poem.
The deep voice of history
The village of childhood abandoned a little joy of childhood.
The creeper in the corner has climbed over the wall.
Entanglement, take the hot summer into your arms.