That is the scenery I have ever seen, and it is still as beautiful today.
I was sad in a corner for a long time, because it was my hometown and my home.
Missing is an endless road,
I thought about it for a long time,
All I can think of is the feeling of being upside down,
It's a long way,
All I see is clouds far from the horizon.
Walking on a deserted road like this,
The smell of home comes from far away,
The sound of home reverberates in the distance,
Fall in love with her,
Not because of her beauty,
More is the feelings that have been waiting for a long time.
I hope I am satisfied ~ ~
2. Modern poems describing the development and prosperity of my hometown 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.
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.
( 1)
When I was a child, I always wondered,
This winding road,
Why is it so long,
Let the little me never reach the end of the road.
When I was a child, I always complained,
This closed and crowded town,
How can it be so narrow,
Let me never see the end.
When I was a child, I wanted to fly very much.
I always feel that my family has tied my wings.
I always feel that my dream is sealed in love.
Always impatient.
When I grow up, the roads and water in my hometown.
You can only savor it in your dreams.
The city lights are very bright,
But the one that belongs to me is gone.
The sky in the city is vast,
But I just lack the wings to shelter me from the wind and rain.
It's a long way home. Now that I think about it,
As silk as thread,
Tie the wandering heart outside.
The city of my hometown,
If you build a shed,
It is an eternal spiritual refuge for vagrants.
(2)
The years are getting colder,
My hometown is idle.
On a cold night,
This desire,
Go to the Woods,
Go to the farmland.
Take the corn stalk,
Hide and seek,
Playboy is very stubborn.
The north wind blows,
Snowflakes fall,
Happy and carefree.
At the foot of Langya Mountain,
Is my hometown,
My cradle.
Shili Golden Beach,
Shili Taoyuan.
With the wind and rain,
How many years?
The hardest thing to forget is,
During the summer vacation:
In the shade,
Catch cicadas.
Inside the pond:
Play with each other,
Pick lotus flowers.
By the sea:
In the face of rough waves,
Sail,
Swing fishing boat.
In the fishing song:
At night,
Forget it.
How much hope is there in the dream?
Looking at home,
Affectionate
My hometown has beautiful scenery,
The water in my hometown is sweet.
When is the triumph?
(3)
Home beauty
Hometown is beautiful, and the most beautiful thing is the water in that hometown.
In the morning, the sun shines on the lotus and sleeps in the water.
Zhu Jin and Athena Chu spread one story and one story.
The moon landed on the lake.
My hometown is beautiful, and my favorite is the water in that hometown.
My brother sat on the piano by the water, and the willow was drunk.
Sister Amei is busy washing clothes.
How crisp the laughter is
The beauty of hometown, the beauty of hometown
The most beautiful is the soft water in my hometown.
A gentle wind blowing by the water.
Swallows in the sky fly leisurely.
Wandering in the distance, please come back quickly.
Hometown is beautiful, and the most beautiful thing is the people in that hometown.
Singing every day is gratifying every year.
One side of the soil and water, one side of the family.
Rooted in the heart
The beauty of hometown, the beauty of hometown
The most beautiful is the soft water in my hometown.
A gentle wind blowing by the water.
Swallows in the sky fly leisurely.
Wandering in the distance, please come back quickly.
The beauty of hometown, the beauty of hometown
The most beautiful is the soft water in my hometown.
A gentle wind blowing by the water.
Swallows in the sky fly leisurely.
3. What are the famous sayings and ancient poems about "hometown change"? 1. I think some people were born somewhere, so they are not in their place. Chance throws them into an environment casually, but they always miss a hometown where they don't know where they are. -"The Moon and Sixpence"
2. The place that can't be reached is called the distant place, and the world that can't be returned is called the hometown. What I have been longing for is a place farther than the distance. -"Ghost Princess"
In people's minds and hearts, the unique color of birthplace can't be erased, just like speaking with a hometown accent. La Rochefoucauld
4. My eyes can no longer see the hometown where I was born and raised; It is my destiny to suffer innocently. The eagle owl on the roof rang all over the jungle, and my heart groaned and my heart ached. That's what I missed. -Dostoevsky
5, the hometown is exhausted, and the distance is also neat. A mother who is always in pain and has been ill for a long time, appoints a ditch flow for five years. -Du Fu
6. Neither the devil in hell nor the wicked in the world can stop me from returning to my hometown. -The Complete Works of Sherlock Holmes
7, quiet night, imagine, miss home, miss relatives, miss friends! —— Ma Yun
8, the mountains and rivers are not light, vowed not to return home. -Lin Yutang
9. Baiyun is a snowy mountain in the sky; The blue sky is the ocean of the sky; Sunlight is lava in the sky; Haze is a coal mine in the sky; Cluster is the city of heaven; Meteor is the carrier of the sky; Everything in the sky can only be seen from a distance, so the sky is an imaginary hometown. -Gu Cheng
10, the hometown of Jiangnan Jiangbei, a dream for 30 years. -Li Yu
4. Modern poems describing the development and prosperity of my hometown. I stood behind Wen 'an Town and looked up at her like a flower. No, like a leaf. It's more like a bird with wings in New Town and wings in Zuogezhuang. What am I? At least it can't be her stone. It can't be her cecum. An early riser, let imagination lead the golden sunshine and applause. The whole town rose into the air. I want to be a thick feather of this Dapeng in my hometown. (1) When I was a child, I always thought, how could it be such a winding road?
When I was a child, I always complained that this closed and crowded town was too small to see the end of the sky forever. When I was a child, I wanted to fly very much. I always feel that my family has tied my wings. I always feel that my dream is sealed by love, and I am always impatient.
When I grow up, the roads and water in my hometown can only be recalled in my dreams. The city lights are bright, but the one that belongs to me is gone.
The sky in the city is vast, but it lacks wings to shelter me from the wind and rain. The long road of my hometown, now that I think about it, is like a thread that binds the wandering heart of a wanderer.
The city in my hometown, if covered with a shed, is the eternal spiritual refuge for wanderers. (2) The years are cold and my hometown is idle. In the cold night, this yearning went to the Woods and farmland.
Holding corn stalks, playing hide-and-seek and playing stubborn children. The north wind blows, the snow floats and the music is long.
At the foot of Langya Mountain is my hometown and my cradle. Shili Golden Beach, Shili Peach Blossom Garden.
Wind and rain, how many years? The hardest thing to forget, in the summer vacation: catching cicadas in the shade. In the pond: playing with each other and picking lotus.
Seaside: facing the stormy waves, sailing and swinging fishing boats. In the fishing song: at night, don't think about it.
How much hope is there in the dream? Looking at my hometown, I feel very cordial. The scenery in my hometown is good and the water in my hometown is sweet.
When is the triumph? (3) Hometown Beauty Hometown Beauty, the most beautiful thing is the water in that hometown. In the morning, the sun shines on the lotus water and sleeps in a string of golden beads and silver beads. The moon falls on the lake, and the water in that hometown is my favorite. Brother plays the piano by the water, and Liu is drunk. Sister's sister is busy washing clothes, and her laughter is ringing. Beautiful hometown is a soft hometown. The wind by the water gently blows the sky. Swallows flying far away, please hurry back to the beauty of your hometown. Best of all, people in that hometown sing every day, which makes them happy every year. The beauty of hometown is rooted in the heart. The beauty of hometown is the swallows flying in the distance gently blown by the water and wind in hometown. Please hurry back to the beauty of your hometown. The beauty of hometown is that the gentle wind near the water gently blows the swallows flying in the distance.
5. Are there any poems praising the development of new countryside in my hometown for you? Please refer to: A hymn of hometown and new countryside There is a place rich in Yi people in the middle of Jiuling Mountain Range in northwest Jiangxi, which is "China's Top Ten Bamboo Towns"-Yifeng dreams of its lovely and charming hometown, Xiye is its vibrant blood and green treasure house, Guanshan is its high-energy national highway "320", and the "Changtong Expressway" runs through the county "Wu (Daguang) Expressway" from east to west, north and south. Dongshan and Huang Bi, ancestral temples of Zen Buddhism, are known as Cao Dong in Wenyu. The hometown of Tao Yuanming, an idyllic poet and the originator of Buddhism in Lin Ji, is also located on the fertile soil of Oriental Diamond 1935 square kilometers in the county, dotted with six towns (including forest farms), eight towns and two reclamation fields. 300,000 children are building an ancient road with hard-working hands, in a beautiful home, with different local accents and customs, but with the same enthusiasm. Known as "Little Nanjing", "Natural Forest Protection" ushered in new opportunities, and the high-speed hub urged great changes. Famous ancient village people inherit the ancient village culture, show the charm of humanistic realm, integrate the elements of the times, write a new chapter, "tan shan" ancient town, "civilized village and town", build a strong industrial town, a rich forestry town, revitalize old trees and new flowers in their hometown, and have endless charm. Make great efforts to welcome guests from all over the world "Greater tan shan". Tomorrow, Changtong Expressway will bring opportunities and prosperity to Tongan. The scenic Dongshan Mountain, the birthplace of Buddhism, welcomes guests from all directions. Taipinggang cultural site reveals the history of ancient civilization. It is said that the ancient town of porcelain capital is endowed with unique advantages, and everyone came to Tongan porcelain clay rich mine to promote the economic take-off of "kiwifruit wine industry". Build the hometown of kiwifruit for a long time, give full play to the reputation of agriculture and forestry, and make full use of the vicissitudes of wood and bamboo resources. Lubanfang, a famous black gold producing area, and Tangpu, an important town, and the ancient city of Le Kang, which is rich in products, can be regarded as a granary protection resource. It has changed its concept, attracted investment, and the construction of the shoe capital crocodile, which has settled in the treasure land, is in full swing, constantly refreshing the once brilliant "Yuanming Hometown" at the foot of Nanshan Mountain. Dow inherits its ancestors and carries forward the "archway" The material heritage in the play is innocent, and plywood, furniture and transportation have become the pillars of Tang Cheng's rise. The development of various industries is the same as that of Fukang. The emerging transportation industry has made happiness. Xinzhuang is rich in mineral resources. International mining groups have fully developed agriculture, forestry, animal husbandry and by-products. The prosperity of all industries is innocent. It is a dazzling pearl on the east gate of my hometown. Xiabu's hometown relies on the advantages of national roads to accelerate its development. "Shishi Town" shows Yifeng's business card for shaping the image of the window. The horn of the multi-industry town of grain, oil, poultry, fish and pigs resounded through the "Yintian Cave" and "Gu Yan Funeral" on both sides of Jinjiang, leaving many suspense "Xiangyuan Duck". Dafeng Reservoir showed Fangxi sericulture, firecrackers and fruit industry with local characteristics. Plywood forest and wood industry aircraft carrier belong to Ling Xue Group and Vehicle Forest Farm. Forestry and water conservancy bring endless wealth and expand township enterprises. The development of forest and bamboo products and ceramic green industry, green homes, hard-working mountain people sincerely work together, and skillfully use resources to build nests and store water to attract phoenix. The forest resources in Huanggang Town are unique wealth. By adding advantages, Hakka customs have not changed, and local accents have been created hand in hand. My ancestral home is Lin Ji, Huang Bi and Xianshan, and I welcome guests from afar with a smile. Guanshan Nature Reserve, virgin forest natural heritage, wonders, green treasure house, Xanadu, Shuangfeng Forest Farm, simple original ecology and folk customs. The pure dishes of Zhuyang "Water Girl" are famous for their delicacies, and the delicacies are healthy and natural everywhere. You can taste "Qiaoxi" and rely on the county to support the industrial pillar. Urban and rural areas are integrated into agriculture, industry and commerce, the road to prosperity is new, the countryside is new, small buildings and villas are towering, and beautiful girls in the city compete to marry rural grooms. The cadres were sent to the second hometown "Shihuajian Reclamation Field", which was unforgettable and passionate. Burning years, there are touching stories, leaving the old paper workshop in the porcelain base. The "Hanging Garden" in Zhuiriling is as beautiful as a fairyland. It is suspected that the Westward Journey "Huanggang Mountain Reclamation Field" is booming, Tan Xin Square is exquisite and popular, and the reputation of Tang Sheng pharmaceutical base "Huatai" has reached a new level in agriculture, industry and commerce. Commercial enterprises are in full swing to carry out the "Xinchang" old street exhibition and become a modern city with a brand-new look. The scenery on both sides of the river is picturesque. People's Ankang Park Square is spread all over the city with its own characteristics. Walking Changhuan Industrial Park opens its doors to attract investment and attract visitors from all over the world. "Yingtian" brand cars are famous all over the world. The glass, ceramics and lead-zinc battery industries in urban and rural areas have boosted GDP and "eagle beauty". The myth created by "Xin Xing" is beneficial to the local historical changes, reflecting the progress and development of the times, and the dynamic pace of the ancient city in the new century. Forgive my poor handwriting, but the beauty and great changes in my hometown are only due to her perfection.
6. The poem describing hometown is 1. The road to my hometown is the day I left home. At night, when I close my eyes, the road to my hometown always comes into my mind. The road to my hometown with memories is full of the joys and sorrows of my childhood.
Sweet and sour. Tears and smiling faces at this moment, whether bitter or sweet, are melodious songs in memory, like a clear spring hometown road carrying me through yesterday. Yesterday, I was ragged and ran with the wind, chasing a smiling spring on a dirt road full of weeds. 2. I am homesick in the rain, and it is raining in Mao Mao. The raindrops falling in the drizzle sky are like the rain that a wanderer keeps missing his hometown. It must have washed away a clean village. In the dreams of the villagers, the wheat waves rolled over a corner of the green trees, braving the smoke and imagining climbing to the top of their hometown. Father sat on the door of the old house, wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and lit a cigarette. I squinted at the rain dripping from the eaves and merging into a cheerful stream flowing to the green fields. Sitting at the door of my hometown, watching the clouds in the sky, the blue sky of Shuwa is getting deeper and deeper because of more and more clouds. On the apricot tree with a thick bowl in front of the door, a donkey is chewing grass. I don't know which donkey barked. The donkey also raised its neck and called a white rabbit like snow.
1. The way home always reaches my thoughts when I close my eyes at night. The way home with memories is full of the joys and sorrows of my childhood. Sweet and sour.
Tears and smiling faces at this moment, whether bitter or sweet, are melodious songs in memory, like a clear spring hometown road carrying me through yesterday. Yesterday, I was ragged and ran with the wind, chasing a smiling spring on a dirt road full of weeds. 2. I am homesick in the rain, and it is raining in Mao Mao. The raindrops falling in the drizzle sky are like the rain that a wanderer keeps missing his hometown. It must have washed away a clean village. In the dreams of the villagers, the wheat waves rolled over a corner of the green trees, braving the smoke and imagining climbing to the top of their hometown. Father sat on the door of the old house, wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and lit a cigarette. Squinting my eyes, I watched the rain dripping on the eaves and merging into a cheerful stream flowing to the green fields. Sitting at the door of my hometown and looking at the rolling clouds in the air, the blue sky of Shuwa is getting deeper and deeper because of more and more clouds. On an apricot tree with a thick bowl in front of the door, a donkey is chewing grass. I don't know which donkey called it out. The donkey also raised its neck and called out a white rabbit. White as snow suddenly jumped up and stopped from me. Several chickens ran out of the grass screaming, and one of them swallowed a bug as soon as its neck was stretched out. A familiar voice made me look at the intersection. Thin mother is driving the pig home. The Song of Homesickness is a melodious and beautiful song of homesickness. The moon always hangs in the middle of the night, and the stars blink. A wisp of Wei Yun was cut off by the breeze. On such a night, I gently sang loveliness with my homesick heart. The beautiful hometown of blue sky, white clouds, green mountains, green water and golden wheat waves must be rolling in again. You see, the corners of the villagers' mouths are smiling again. Tonight, just sleep peacefully, sleep in a dream with your hometown and have a happy dream. When you wake up, maybe my father drove the donkey with a whip and brought some hope. Hometown, the hometown of my poetry, a village lying in a ravine, I want to write a poem praising your hometown with the pen in my hand and the thoughts flowing in my heart. My hometown is in the sky. The rolling back of the mountains is singing in the ravine. The lights in the moonlight sparkle with beans, and the breeze blows up the skirts at night. So I put wings in the dream of the mountain people, fly, fly ... to the glorious hometown ahead. In the dim candlelight, your son knocked on the keyboard with tears in his eyes and arranged the missing sentences into jumping lines. On May 1 day, he went home to pack a bag of homesickness and set foot on a train crawling on the mountain road. Dear hometown, your son is coming to you. How many times have I returned to the wandering dream? Homesickness is like this flying dust, falling all the way to the late-night castle peak in my hometown. How many times the stream slowly flows back into the dream of the wanderer, homesickness is like this beautiful scenery, with pictures flowing in the poems of the wanderer, and the willows sprout new green all the way.
How many times have the flowers recalled the memory of the wanderer? Homesickness is like this touching spring. In the deep eyes of the wanderer looking at his hometown, he led to lingering attachment and went home. The wheel ran over the mountain road in my hometown, so the corner of the vicissitudes of life was hidden in the gap of the leaves. Poetry after waking up at 7 noon, my hometown is used to entertaining wanderers home, but I am no longer used to taking a quiet nap at home. Wind, birds, chickens and tractors awaken hot money from dreams. The sun shines obliquely on the face through the window grilles, and the spring birds' songs mingle with the children's laughter and echo outside the wooden fence.
Look at the spring breeze running in the blue sky. Wei Yun waved snow-white long sleeves to cheer for spring. Green wheat seedlings carpeted the hillside. Poems of hope are rolling in their hometown villages. The children are playing among apricot, pear and peach blossoms. Adults scold children and scare you away from spring. There is a flock of birds flapping their wings in the rebuke of adults on the old locust tree and flying west to the sun. 8 hometown, hometown, hometown, I was born and raised in my hometown. Every night when I am wandering in a foreign land, my dreams always haunt you. The winding mountain road has left every footprint of my growth, witnessed the slow growth of a mountain village teenager, witnessed the waves rolling in the spring breeze along the roadside of a mountain village, just like the villagers' beautiful hopes floating to the distant place of their dreams, the roads and mountains connected with the fields continued to delay to the distant place of their dreams, and then disappeared into the sky. The international peak is a loess house lying at the foot of the mountain, looking out from generation to generation. Their faces are engraved with wind and frost, and their childish faces are touched by rough hands covered with calluses. The willows and wisps of smoke around the house are accompanied by the wishes of the villagers. Ran Ran floated into the blue sky, and a few kind screams of cattle and sheep awakened the homesick wanderers in their dreams, and knocked out a few lines of poems on the keyboard, flowing quietly like a river in their hometown. On the other side of the mountain is my hometown. The grass on the mountain flutters with the wind, and under the mountain are beautiful pools and fertile fields. The fragrance of the green fields is most like the pulse of the river beating in the ravine. There are endless apricot branches in spring, green leaves that cover the sun in summer, and the continuous rain in autumn can't cool the lover's heart. In winter, there is no trace of heavy snow, but the impulse of young people can't be buried. Beyond the mountain is the endless smoke from my hometown.