I'm laughing here, and I'm confused here.
Sweat is full of passion, and youth flies with me.
Look into the distance
The bright moon outside the window is like poetry and fire.
This is my hometown, where Kirin was born.
I am crying here, and I am singing here.
Chinese calligraphy exudes youth, and wealth indicates auspiciousness.
Seen from a distance,
The moon in the sky is like water and picturesque.
This is my hometown, where my dream began.
I'm sad here. I grew up here.
Struggle to write inspirational, dreams are full of power.
Pointing to the sky,
Looking at the bright moonlight in the sky,
That's my hometown.
Modern Poetry My Hometown 2 My hometown is in Jiangnan.
Vines are homesick in their hearts.
Began to grow wildly in the spring rain
The winter jasmine in the north is in bloom.
Think of Jiangnan fall.
Drifting spring rain, one after another.
Umbrella blossoms in the rainy lane.
So is the girl's face under the umbrella.
Bloom a spring smile
It's so beautiful, delicate and fragrant.
These are blooming roses and jasmine flowers.
The bright moon drifted in during Qin dynasty.
Xinghai in the night sky at home
The moon flows out of the spring.
Bathed in the clouds in the sky
Misty rain depicts my hometown.
Chinese Brush Painting
Mountain peaks are inserted into clouds, and Yunshan is like a dream.
It's a mirage in the misty rain.
I heard the sound of rice seedlings sprouting.
Smell the smell of wheat waves
I saw Yin Fei nesting in front of the hall in spring.
Look at the lark flying high.
Touch the blue sky and taste the spring.
Mountains and forests, trees.
Meditate in the rain and fog
White walls and mountains loom in the bamboo forest.
The village girl walked on the stone road in the rain.
Like a stream flowing with spring water.
Light footsteps crushed the figure in the water.
The laughter of the village girl was washed in the stream.
The stream sleeps with childhood fairy tales.
The homesickness of the heart lake is floating in the sky.
The girl's singing overflowed.
The happiness of mountains and slopes
High mountains and flowing water sing the beautiful scenery of hometown.
My heart is saturated with the sweetness of my hometown.
Stepping on the muddy road in spring.
Lead a group of flowers in full bloom
Spring warbler sings the song of new spring.
This is a local accent, collision
My eardrum, arousing
My memory of my hometown
The shepherd's flute is trembling in the spring breeze.
The bamboo forest shook out the freshness of the morning breeze.
Birds sing to wake up the sleeping mountain village.
The grass tripped and the cowbell grazed.
Breeze dancing, gray fog curtain
The drizzle dresses up the castle peak forest.
There are intoxicating flowers everywhere.
This is my hometown in Jiangnan.
Modern Poetry My Hometown 3 My Hometown,
This is a small town less than one hundred miles away.
That's where I was born and raised.
I grew up there,
Will grow old there.
My hometown,
With my dear parents,
I have relatives and friends.
Someone helped me,
People who hate me.
My hometown,
Located far from the sunrise.
There is rough terrain and poor traffic.
Opposite the snow-capped mountains,
It is a place where many people want to escape.
My hometown,
There is a river, Lancang River.
I was used to my hometown with a river since I was a child.
After work, I have to find a place to live with rivers and lakes.
My hometown,
When I was young, I was proud of my family.
When I grow up, I am proud of my hometown.
I have always loved it.
My hometown,
Left me endless joy in my childhood,
When I grow up, I am left with endless thoughts.
Whenever I can't sleep,
Think about what my hometown is like,
Look at the photos of my hometown,
It always steals my heart quietly.
Now, I am old.
My hometown has experienced numerous storms,
Still so young,
Now it is wearing new clothes,
I have white hair.
How I want to go back in time,
It's warm next to me
If one day I die,
Please bury me,
My hometown.
Modern Poetry My Hometown 4 You are a bright star in the vast universe.
Overlooking the ups and downs of all sentient beings, the awakening of all things
Qufu City, Shandong Province, the Holy City of the East
my dear motherland
Nishan, Jiuxian Mountain and Shimen Mountain are your tall and straight backbones.
Sihe River and Yihe River are your gurgling blood.
That's the only water poured backwards in front of Confucius' door.
Sankong, Miao Yan, Zhougong Temple and other places of interest.
The buildings are magnificent and antique.
Your immortal soul is profound.
Confucianism radiates golden light and shines all over the world.
The bell of the Drum Tower has sounded the dawn of the new century.
The "three treasures" in Qufu can be compared with the "three treasures" in Northeast China.
Strange "falling into a well", "dragons and phoenixes are auspicious trees" and "ten thousand people are worried"
Beautiful legend "Liu Xiahui Beauty Sit-in"
Your broad mind can contain the whole world.
The land of etiquette, my hometown of love.
Your rigid beauty and refined style.
Love this country forever.
You are my dream lover forever.
Modern Poetry My Hometown Five Times
You took me to watch the sunset.
year
You took away my past time.
Those demonstrations were stupid.
My hometown, what was my past like?
My school is still full of books.
There are also children playing where they have played.
Or have you been as lonely as me?
time
You took me to watch the sunset.
year
You took away my past time.
Those handsome and strong
My hometown, what was my past like?
The old road is still full of people coming and going.
The old house where I lived still has neighbors laughing and laughing.
Or are you my age?
time
You took me to watch the sunset.
year
You took away my past time.
All that joy and singing.
My hometown, what was my past like?
The stream flowing into the village is still clear.
Butterflies are still flying in the pond in the field.
Or have you changed like me?
time
You took me to watch the sunset.
year
You took away my past time.
Those young people and pride.
My hometown, what was my past like?
The green hills near the village are still full of wind and rain.
The phoenix tree in front of the door is still nagging under the tree.
Still as rare as me?
time
You took me to watch the sunset.
year
You took away my past time.
Glory and hard work.
My hometown, what was my past like?
Beautiful local accent is still the communication between young and old.
Familiar villagers are still busy farming in the fields.
Or have you forgotten it like me?
Years have taken away my time.
Hometown, do you still have my past?
That unforgettable earthy smell.