Modern poems describing the customs of small towns

There are two streets criss-crossing and crossing irregularly. The most important thing in the middle is the market and commercial street, like a bulging belly in thin clothes, and then the limbs are gradually slender and slowly hidden in the endless crops around. This is the word Zhen Zi. The following is the relevant information of modern poems describing the local customs of small towns that I have compiled for you. Welcome to read!

Examples of Modern Poetry Describing Town Customs 1 Two Long Cement Roads

Across the yuan ye.

The crossroads is a beautiful town.

Large tracts of fertile land are surrounded by people.

The encirclement point is a warm town.

This town has a long history and legend.

There is a beautiful love story in this town.

How many wonderful beauties have walked out of Shiban Street?

How many beautiful brides have been carried in the big sedan chair?

How many generations have blossomed and borne fruit here?

How many generations have fallen leaves here?

How many people in the town will never come back.

How many people come to town and never leave?

This town is more like a village.

The village is its ancestor.

This town is more like a city.

This city is its offspring.

The town inherits the truth, goodness and beauty of Greater China.

This town carries forward the immortal culture of ancient civilization.

I live in this beautiful town.

It has undergone great changes.

It is such a delight to have friends coming so far.

Look at our beautiful streets.

Look at our beautiful school.

Look at our happy life.

Watch our happy dance.

Qianqianwangege town

It is the epitome of the development of the motherland.

Look at the town from the high mountain.

This town is a corner of the world.

Stand on the street and look at the town.

This town is the whole world.

Examples of modern poetry describing the customs of small towns II. That small town is colorful.

Living with you

I live there, too

Persistent thoughts

The trees there are green.

Reverse thread

I like your hair.

The flowers there are pink.

Lily in full bloom

Like your face.

The sky there is blue.

This river is green.

The clouds there

Drifting leisurely

The songs there

Slow flow

And then your extra step

mild

Almond eyes

beat

The town where you live.

It's hard for me to describe.

It is difficult to draw the scenery there.

There is a gentle and shy beauty.

If I go,

I will take an oil-paper umbrella.

In the misty rain of Jiangnan

Wandering romance.

If not, I will go.

There is a bright moon.

Have eternal beauty

With you at dawn and dusk

Examples of modern poems describing the amorous feelings of small towns There is a cross street with thousands of faces in the town.

Sometimes it's noisy and sometimes it's quiet.

Until the educated youth hotel surly.

There are rickety beer bottles and night leftovers at the door.

From south to north, from spring to autumn

The town is only ten minutes away.

My parents have been gone all their lives.

Now I live in a reinforced concrete city.

The flashing neon has no town walls.

But the umbilical cord is still there.

Even in my sleep

Stories are always staged in small towns.

No, it was completely unrecognizable after it was dismantled.

Parents are always so young.

I am the person around them.

Momma's Man

Example 4 of modern poetry describing small town customs follows narrative monopoly memory.

South, in a small town near the water.

A dog that barks occasionally.

Arouse my anxiety

The wooden building destroyed by the soldiers was restored.

clean water

Fish scales with the starlight at that time.

Glow underwater

After such a long time

This river is a tired bandage.

It wraps around the injured villages and hills.

Evil wharf

Looking up at a piece of sparkling water.

As if waiting for the thin sailor.

Accompanied by bouts of cough

Row a covered boat

Countercurrent return

On the tall and straight old tree

A chirping sparrow

Counting the notes on the bluestone road

In the dilapidated old temple

The lonely monk dreamed of heaven.

A faint boat song.

Echo downstream

Water carries the boat.

But it won't run away.

That cough is mixed with nature.

A clear day

This is a mirror.

Reflect the black spots in memory

The reflection of an era

Shake in the water

thicken

Lvci townlet

On a strange night diluted by darkness

I coughed up blood in my dream.

And dreams

The old sailor's apparently extinguished hookah.

Light up my face